Danger Force Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Thank god you are not stupid and you can learn. Seeing you like this makes me a little at ease, you are not one of those silly girls who thinks they can change him or some shit. The man is my closest friend since forever but I fucking know that he is dangerous, hell even I get scared of him sometimes. My friend is a sick, possessive bastard who would kill his favorite toy but not give it or let anyone have it. When you get the chance, you should leave and never look back.” I frowned at him in confusion, then at the nodding woman and I couldn’t get it. They are his friends how come they say that? “Aren’t you friends? If he was so bad, then why stay with him?” Cacilia laughed, making me blink

it was disgusting. I fist her hair and shove her toward me. She whimpers, but I don’t care. She came on to me. She wanted this. Her mouth wraps around me. The warmth makes me gag. I start thrusting hard, needing release. Then she starts struggling... heaving, nails digging into my skin. Tears stream down her face. Clicking my tongue, I shove her back. She lands hard. “I don’t know what the fuck you thought this was, but if you can’t handle it, get lost. This isn’t the place to fulfill your danger kink.”

Tears sprung to my eyes at the sting of his hold and I willed myself to not let them fall as I attempted to peel his grip from my face. “Do you understand?” he repeated the question with darkness in his tone. He was insane, absolutely crazy if he thought I would bend to his will like this. I pushed at his chest, the force a surprise to him and thankfully faltering his grip on me enough for me to take a few steps back and if I thought the look in his eyes from moments ago had scared me then in this moment I was burning in hell through his eyes. My fight or flight mode kicked in with the fear and I spun on my heels in make for the door, but I didn't get far as he grabbed me by my arms pulling

She felt like she was walking a dangerous line, a precipice with no safety net, teetering between desire and reason. The office lights cast long shadows across the room, painting the space in a warm, golden glow. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only them—their unspoken tension, the magnetic pull between them, the dangerous, thrilling temptation that neither could resist. And in that suspended moment, Lena realized something terrifying and exhilarating: once you give in to temptation, there is no turning back. With Alex, she had already crossed the invisible threshold, and the consequences—whatever they might be—were inevitable.

The door is unlocked. A command, not a request. My pussy clenches hard around nothing, a fresh rush of juice coating the vibrator. I should be scared. I should ban him. Instead my nipples tighten to aching points under the lace. I bite my lip for the camera, playing coy. “Guys… my biggest fan wants me all to himself tonight. Should I give him what he wants?” The chat screams YES in all caps. More tips flood in, begging me to stay, but nothing touches five grand.

(a term that made me want to cry) "Can we fuck her?" (Which had me trembling with guilt, yet also excitement) "Fuck, is she soaking wet." (Which also had me mortified with guilt, and more excitement) "Even her ass is begging for it." (Ironically true, but not with these guys) "Nice firm rack." (Which was flattering. considering my boobs were hanging down Ike a sow's) Dwayne admitted, after a couple of drinks, and under pressure to unwrap the present, "Guys, if I went there Clarissa would kill me."

Was this some sort of cage? He hastily put a hand over my mouth, ordering me to shut up. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn't this. The audio kept rolling. “Dane Wright. A beast. An unconfirmed sadist. A crazy psychopath. A numb, depraved bastard. He gives, but he takes, and he takes in a thousand folds. He's never fair. He never stops once he begins, and he can't tell any rights from wrongs once he gets pushed to his limits and acts before the right time. If you're here, it's because you're his new fixation, and he will only leave you ruined by the time he's done with you. He must've warned you, but you never listened. Ask him where his previous partners are.”

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Cover courtesy of eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m. ********** This is a particularly dark erotica with horror elements. Please read with caution. ********** A wave of power coursed over me and I suddenly wanted to curl into a ball. His fury was like being caught in a whirlwind. I felt like I couldn't breathe. He shoved me back against a tree and caught my chin. "You think you're a clever girl but let me be very clear. You open this pretty mouth of yours..." He trailed a thumb roughly over my lips. Dragging over the bottom one. "Not only will I have you thrown in WitchFall, but everyone you care about."

I had never seen this side of Lucas before, and it terrified me. "You should be grateful and thank me every day," he spat at me, his face contorted with rage. Desperation filled my voice as I continued to plead with him. "Lucas, please, let me go. I'll do whatever you want, just please, release me." But Lucas seemed to derive pleasure from my fear. He tightened his grip even further, causing me to cry out in pain. I felt helpless, trapped in a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. Just as I thought I couldn't bear the pain any longer, the bedroom door burst open, and Dorian rushed in. He took in the scene before him, his eyes widening with shock and concern.