A Dangerous Man Novel Novels & Stories

“I remember the color of his eyes, a striking blue and hash brown, his menacing scar and a permanent scowl. He's very big–” “Oh, no!” The man exclaims, cutting me off abruptly. “It cannot be who I think it is. You walked into his den and escaped just like that?” ‘Not unscathed. I have a purple bruise that I might probably decide to tattoo in remembrance of my tragic fate right after my husband's passing.’ “What about him?” I choose to ask instead. “Damian Kastorov is a dangerous man known for not sparing any enemy he has within his grasp. Here you are in my diner! How did you even manage to escape?”

I had known it from the very beginning. Dangerous men built empires. Dangerous men made enemies disappear. Dangerous men inspired loyalty and fear in equal measure. Dangerous men didn't become kings of Las Vegas by being kind. So why was I standing here with my cheek resting against his shoulder while his heartbeat thudded steadily beneath my ear? The contradiction made no sense. Nothing about us made sense. I closed my eyes briefly as we moved together. Is he dangerous? Yes. The answer came easily. There had never been any doubt.

I yelped, spun, and froze. The man was tall and broad, and black hair fell over his piercing storm-dark eyes. His voice was calm and precise, like a predator who’d been planning this for days. “Going somewhere?” A grin tugged at the corner of his lips. It was threatening. My suitcase slipped from my hand. “Who are you?” I demanded, though my voice trembled. He didn’t answer, but just took more steps closer. And I knew this was Danger.

Yet every time Zane passed by, that forbidden thrill that made my body come alive. I was torn. Caught between the safe love I knew and the dangerous desire I craved. And I had no idea how this week was going to end.

Minutes later, a loud crash echoed from the nearby gift shop. Sebastian and Nyra sprang into action, weapons drawn. Snow sprayed under their boots as they charged toward the noise. Inside, a man in black tactical gear was attempting to stuff crates of decorations into a suspiciously large bag. He froze when he saw the two mafia bosses—yes, bosses—charging at him. Sebastian fired a warning shot into the ceiling. “Step away from the Christmas ornaments!” Nyra rolled her eyes. “You really do make everything dramatic.” The man panicked, dropping the bag and bolting toward the door. Nyra fired a quick shot that clipped his jacket, sending him stumbling face-first into a pile of gift-wrapped boxes

If he has business associates, then it means he is a businessman. Maybe I was wrong about him being in a dangerous business like the Mafia. I have little knowledge about people in the Mafia but I know they are dangerous and sacred. Maybe it's because I find him handsome and dangerous. Most Mafia bosses that I read about in books are just like him. Unable to hold back the urge to urinate, I look around once more, shifting the glass of wine aside so as not to spill it. I try to catch sight of Mathew and the other man he said are within range but I can't find anyone.

He rocked me slowly against his hardness, the friction making me bite my lip. “Now tell me, bunny… are you going to be good and eat with me downstairs like my pretty little wife? Or do I need to tie you to this bed and feed you my cock instead?” His fingers slipped under the waistband of my sweatpants, teasing the bare skin of my ass as he waited for my answer, dark obsession burning in his gaze. I was trapped but …. Also terrified, furious, aching, and completely ensnared by the most dangerous man I’d ever met.

The drive to Alexander’s penthouse was silent — not peaceful, but tense, heavy, wrapped in fear neither of them dared to name. Lena stared out the window as the city lights blurred past, her heartbeat an unsteady rhythm. Danger wasn’t just at work anymore. It had followed her home. Inside her home. She wasn’t safe anywhere. Alexander kept one hand on the wheel, the other gripping the console so tightly his knuckles turned white. Every red light seemed to agitate him. Every shadow made him look twice.

And, she admitted with a shiver, how dangerously she could desire someone who could break her with a look. Tomorrow would bring new lessons, new tests. And Nina knew, with the clarity of someone who has tasted danger, that she was not going to walk away. Because Dante Moretti had crossed her boundaries, and she had followed. And in the game of shadows, curiosity and survival were already entwined in ways neither of them could escape.

“No one touches what’s mine.” My eyes widened. "What’s mine?“ “I’m not yours,” I said quickly, pulling my arm back even though my body didn’t want me to. A small, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Not yet.” The air between us felt electric. I couldn’t breathe properly. This man felt dangerous...The kind of danger that would make me melt... He wasn't a monster, as Victor described him..... But right now, all I could think about was how good he smelled and how safe I felt standing this close to him.