Novel & Cerita Dangerous Beauty Book

DANGEROUS ADDICTION: SEX, LOVE AND SCADAL "Everything I hate...Yet Crave." A COLLECTION OF STEAMY SEXUAL FANTASIES. This story contains smut, therefore caution advised if you are underaged, please do not read or if you would feel uncomfortable with extremely explicit sexual contents. Stay away if you are not a fan of self gratification, taboos and non-committal relationships. If you feel like you can read on then be my adorable guest on a highly steamy and pleasurable journey that will leave you so high, horny and sexually active only at reading. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OF HORNINESS

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.

I wrapped my hands around his shoulder, bucking my hips as I flipped us over. The look of shock and excitement on his face as he gazed up at me made me smirk. Dilated blue eyes lit up with utmost desire as my hair created curtains of dark burning red waves, trapping our faces in our personal space. The rapid heaving of his chest and mine are in sync. The soft light of my room made Roman’s face utterly sinful, beautiful, everything a woman could ever want. And he wants me, as if I was the last dessert at a buffet table and he needed to have me.

It's getting harder to stop each time. And if the boys found out I’ve seen her like this, almost touched her like this? They’d lose their goddamn minds. She turns, and her glorious breasts come into view. She turns, water gliding down her breasts like a promise, and my breath catches. I nearly groan out loud. My cock jerks painfully in my pants. She’s not just beautiful. She’s dangerous. A woman like her could bring kingdoms to their knees. But I won't kneel.

He took a slow breath and let it out. "She was good," he said. "I mean actually good. Not the performance of it but she was." He paused. "I met her when I was twenty-five and she worked in a bookstore on the west side. It was a small place and she reorganized the whole crime fiction section so that all the mob books were spine out." He stopped and almost smiled. "Said she was tired of glorifying men who hurt people." Bella laughed softly. "I like her already."

Introduction: Black housewife finds young white stud at bookstore. Read and enjoy.... ********** "Hi, may I help you find something?" I ask as I approach a strikingly beautiful woman looking around the bookstore. "Yes," she smiles at me. "I'm looking for books on orgasms." She says it so matter-of-factly that it catches me off guard. Or maybe it's her exquisite eyes, deep brown with an almost oriental look, coupled with her mahogany complexion that makes me catch my breath.

“You’re not a nice guy. Nice guys don’t blackmail their way into meetings. Nice guys don’t make comments about a woman’s drink just to get under her skin.” “True.” He nodded slowly. “But maybe I just don’t like getting threatened by a beautiful woman.” The words hung between us. Beautiful woman. Taking a deep breath, I released slowly, forcing myself to relax. “Is that what I am to you? A beautiful woman?” I spat. Kade stood. I was tall, but he towered a good three inches over me, even with heels. He came around the desk, stopping a few feet away. Not touching, but close enough that I could see the flecks of silver in his grey eyes.

The last thing I want is for Samantha to walk in on me sneaking through her stuff; she already has trust issues as it is. My eyes catch on a notebook; it looks like a diary. It has the inscription, Dark stories by twisted minds, do not open. I pick the book up, my curiosity instantly piqued. I rise from my squatting position to sit on the edge of the bed. I flip through the pages to see how many there are, and it's well gone, over 500 pages. I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't.

she asked, voice soft, excited, a little nervous smile playing on those blood-red lips. Fuck. What do I think?I think I just died and went straight to hell, because the woman in front of me is pure sin gift-wrapped in diamonds and silk. I think she is the most beautiful, dangerous thing I’d ever seen. I think I was going to die if I didn’t get inside her again in the next sixty seconds. I think she looked too good, too irresistible, too damn perfect to walk into a room where other men had eyes. That she was dangerous, lethal, and utterly mine. Every part of her screamed sin, the kind you couldn’t resist even if your life depended on it.

I have this crazy eagerness in my heart to see her, to hold her tender body to mine once again and fuck her every day and night of my life. I see her every time I close my eyes. I reminisce about every second I spent with her that night. She is my point of interest lately and it is so distracting. Yet, here she is, pointing a gun at my forehead with a dagger raised mid-air, ready to strike at any moment. The innocent eyes that got me hooked are replaced by cold thirsty ones. Yearning for my blood. One thing is for sure in this situation though, I will rather have her stab me a thousand and one times than lay a harmful finger on a strand of her hair.