Novel & Cerita A Dangerous Man Novel

I was starting to sound like Rhys. It was the least eloquent thing to say, but it was warranted for the information I just heard. Yet, it made sense. I should have known. It should have connected. The man smelt of violence and crime and he had security detail. What kind of corporate heir had two cars following him around? Drugs and weapons.

I whisper, grabbing the man’s shirt and pulling him to me. When our mouths meet, excitement mixed with danger rush through me, spurring me forward as my need to explore that danger continued until I’m drowning. “Fuck, darling,” the man groans as I start to undo his pants. “I figured you were bold, but don’t you know how dangerous what you’re doing is?” “I do,” I assure him, pulling his pants down and then moving for the boxers. “But I like danger.” “Even if that danger could end up ruining you?”

Not like that like a crazy person. Bella rolled her eyes. The man next to her was really hard to guess. Even though that man at the mansion looked very indifferent to her. Who knows what possessed the man until now wanting to take her to hers new workplace. Stev's shifting attitude really makes Bella feel disgusted by the man. #Hi all! Thank you for reading "Dangerous Man" up to here. Keep up with the sequels, OK! #:-)

I didn't want to leave Manhattan. But dead fathers don't leave you a choice. Eight months after dad died, Mom said we were moving to Madrid. “Better opportunities,” she said. “A fresh start.” What she didn't say was that it had something to do with his old college friend— the one who suddenly cared a lot about us now that Dad was gone. Mom said it was a fresh start. She said Madrid would be good for what she had with him. I didn't get a say. I packed my books and the last pieces of the life I had in New York. Said hurried goodbyes to my friends and boyfriend and followed her across an ocean. Now I was standing in a city that felt foreign to me. Surrounded by boxes and

He walked over to Selena. Selena watched as the man walked towards her, he was the kind of man one could only find in fantasy novels. He was wearing a tucked-in white shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbow. His eyes were cold but when Selena looked closely, they held a seductive look that she was sure he didn’t even mean to portray. This man was dangerous and sexy at the same time. Her senses were more alert than usual. The man’s voice disrupted her thoughts. “Are you okay?” Damian asked, a bit of concern in his voice.

One of his heavy, warm hands slides under my hair, his long fingers cupping the sensitive nape of my neck to tuck my head under his chin. His other arm bands tight around my waist, pressing me flush against the solid wall of his chest. He buries his face in the curve of my neck, inhaling deeply as if my scent were oxygen, holding me securely. I grip his shirt, utterly enveloped by his blinding heat and the grounding, intoxicating scent of him. His thumb traces slow, devastatingly gentle circles against my spine, anchoring me to the floor, to the room, to him. Under my ear, his heartbeat is a steady, enormous drum, and slowly, tucked inside the arms of the most dangerous man in the world, the

"We can ta—" "No more talking." The man's eyes were wild now, unfocused with adrenaline. "I want every single one of you to take out whatever you have and give it to me." A ripple of fear passed through the café as people began digging through pockets and bags with shaking hands. The man fired a shot into a nearby glass display case, sending shards skittering across the floor. "DO WHAT I SAY!" Everyone flinched and complied faster. The man's gaze landed on Van, and then, deliberately, on Mateo beside him. "Both of you — give me whatever you have." He jabbed the gun toward Van specifically. Van bit down on his lip, forcing himself not to move, not to give the man a reason.

I wanted to tell him the honest truth: I can't stay with such a man, a man who abuses me and requests to see me unclad like I am not a human with emotions. But that would be an effort in futility. Daniel can't do anything and I signed the contract already. I just have to pray I make it out alive. "That man is quite mysterious and cunning. I've heard so many tales about him. He is dangerous as well" he divulged. Oh hell no! Am I going to stay with a murderer? Is he a serial killer? My life can't just get any better can it? "How do you know that he is dangerous? Your tales may not be true" I refused to believe his words.

I said, my voice cutting clean through the silence, “now answers to him.” The reaction is sharper this time. More visible. Because Niel— He’s not blood. Not legacy. Not tradition. He’s something else entirely. Earned. Built. Dangerous in a way they can’t predict. A capo leans forward, unable to hold back. “He’s not—” “Finish that sentence, and I'll have your tongue ripped out,” I said quietly. He turned his head nervously, waiting for anyone to say something. But they all kept quiet. Because even now—right now—I’m still the most dangerous man in this room, and everyone knows it.

“Go home, Killian. And for the love of God, do not let your father see any sign of where you’ve been. The danger has only just begun.” He was already pulling on a crisp white shirt, his back to me. I watched him, a strange mix of profound fulfillment and crushing rejection settling over me. The peace was gone, replaced by the exhilarating, terrifying knowledge that I was now irrevocably bound to the most dangerous man I had ever met, a man who saw love not as a comfort, but as a high-risk security breach. I swung my legs off the bed, gathering the clothes scattered on the floor. I knew the rules: get dressed, get out, get back into the cage of my old life, and wait for the next secret meetin