Novel & Cerita Dangerous Beautiful

I hate that it still feels like home, I try to hold onto the anger. I try to remember my sister. My brother. My mother. But my body betrays me, my resistance weakens and my movements slow. The fight in my wrists turns into trembling instead of pushing. His kiss softens slightly. Not possession now or dominance, but something rawer, something breaking. My breathing shifts. And despite everything — Despite the war, the lies, the blood, the threat — I melt. Just a little. Because I still love him. And that is the most dangerous thing of all.

Frustration and need ramped up in me as the minutes passed; I listened to his deep, regular breaths and fantasised shamelessly about him yanking up my skirt, pulling aside my pantihose and entering me, taking me as his own, forcing himself on me, into me. I could feel the heat in me, and I knew that I was soaking wet - I was rapidly approaching the point where he could do anything he wanted to me and I would simply come and come again, most likely screaming. "You are absolutely beautiful, you know," he observed, matter of fact. "Slender, fair-skinned, green eyes, black hair. It's like you're one of the pagan goddesses brought to life." "You're deranged," I shifted my hips, enjoying the press

"Shh, it's okay. I won't let him hurt you anymore. You're safe now." I clung to Dorian, seeking comfort in his embrace. His presence gave me a sense of security that I hadn't felt in a long time. But the fear still lingered, the memories of Lucas's anger and violence haunting me. "Dorian, why is he like this?" I whispered; my voice filled with confusion. "Why does he treat me this way?" Dorian sighed; his voice filled with sadness. "I wish I had the answers, Camilla. Lucas has always been controlling and possessive, but I never thought he would become violent. It's not right, and it's not your fault."

"Tell me what you want so badly." "Everything," I replied, feeling lost as Marco's hand traveled back up my stomach, rubbing with his fingertips, causing a pleasant tickling effect. "I want everything." "Greedy is a bad trait, Leandra." He bit my shoulder once, then undid my bikini bra in one pull over my head. "Do you want me to lick that pretty pussy of yours until you’re flying higher than a fucking angel?” My cheeks flushed at his dirty words, but my nose would extend a foot if I said no. "Yes, so fucking high."

The man does the same with his glass and I smile in triumph. I like responsive males. Seducing men is one of my finest art and it's the leisurely way to earn a kill. Another advantage is that I'm young and beautiful, so people will never think I could hurt a fly until when they're fading to nothing, they realize a rose is not only beautiful but can be harmful as well. I always like it when they think we are about to do the act and boom, their neck is gone. And I happily walk home to receive my payment.

She seems couldn't believe the feeling brought by this touches, and she's let her hand do the instinct. The familiarity of the touch and the way her hand wander through his muscled part. This causing her to slightly certain, however couldn't be more fear the consequence. In her mind, a voice filled like a warning, “Your desire is something dangerous in itself... It is how the cruelty begun and was forbid by the world beyond!” It never been so clear to her what that is even mean. The way his touches, kisses and warmth brought her, that is filling the traces of this words and the warning accompanied it.

K was just a few minutes away. "Don't worry she's poisoned and hurt, she won't be able to anything to us..." Sam assured them as the others were terrified or at least pretending to be terrified. "Don't you know? A wounded tiger is even more dangerous." She said and stared directly into his eyes, he got a cold shiver just from that as he got a glimpse of how dangerous she was.

“You just don’t want to.” Her gaze darted to my mouth before she tore it away. “Sebastian, this is dangerous” “Dangerous?” I chuckled, a low, humorless sound. I leaned in, letting my forehead brush hers, letting the wolf’s gold burn in my eyes. “Everything about us is dangerous. That’s the point.”

Looking Effortlessly and Dangerously Breathtaking. Standing right behind her.

Alpha Riley Damn. She was all of those definitions of beautiful. The golden stray of the light gently touches the strands of her ash-red hair and forbids me if I admit it was the most beautiful reflected light that I have seen. She’s my type, that’s why she’s dangerous. If only her beauty wasn’t intoxicating enough to make me want to kill her. She’s dangerous, Riley. My mind is trying to talk out of me as I stare at her small face.