Dangerous Desire Novels & Stories

The expression on his face remained blank, and his dark eyes, shining like pearls, revealed his deep feeling of annoyance and discontent. But it was a life or death type of situation for Scarlett. She was in trouble. She clenched his arms more tightly, and tears began streaming from her eyes. From this vantage point, Mr. Sandler finally saw the girl’s face clearly. Her ruined makeup and faded, cracking lipstick couldn’t conceal her yet unripe and tender beauty. Her eyes were watery with tears. They were filled with panic and despair– she was like an injured fawn in the forest. Mr. Sandler had heard of these types of places. They dealt in the business of desire and sex– they offered wealthy m

DARK DESIRES EPISODE FIFTY "I was drunk,You got me angry last night,I went off boundaries to force you to sleep with me,But I didn't use the right words to ask you about it,I'm sorry okay"He said more softly and I stared at me for a while. Who could believe that the ruthless Mafia boss is the one apologizing to me? "It's fine,I never said I'm angry"I mumbled staring at his tattooed chest, My eyes not leaving the beautiful tattoos.

She grabbed the Chipotle bag from me eating away. "No eating on the job Ms. Yu." Snapped a man with a heavy British accent. I looked up seeing a handsome man who looked in his early twenties. He had dirty curly messy blonde hair sharp features and bright hazel eyes. "Andrei, I'm starving right now—" "I am Mr. Swansea to you, and I don't give a damn if you are hungry. The ice ball is in two days and I don't have time for this." He grabbed the Chipotle and throws it in the garbage can, then marched off.

Amora tried to reason with him, hoping he’d finally let her go. But Regis had no intention of doing so. His strong arms tightened around her waist, pulling her even closer. He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. Before she could say another word, his lips crashed onto hers. The fire inside him reignited, and the kiss quickly turned wild and fervent. ‘This… this is really dangerous!’ Amora panicked internally. She was completely at his mercy, overwhelmed by the raging flames of passion that threatened to consume her whole.

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.

"After eight months of making you all see this my way, you still doubt it? I thought we were just coming here to finalize not–" “You move product through ports that attract heat," Mateo cut me off, pulling the cigar from between his lips. "We don’t need that kind of attention.” “You already have it,” I replied coolly. “You’re just pretending you don’t.” Daniel scoffed, his fingers tapping on the table with impatience. “You’re younger. Ambitious. You're no new person to us, Enricho. You're a dangerous man. Why should we bind ourselves to someone who might drag us into wars we didn’t start?”

She asked excitedly and Draven frowned. “No.” “But I have a better plan.” “My plan can be perfect with bullets.” “Come on, it doesn't work every time.” She whined and he sighed. “Please Draven.” She begged. “It's going to be dangerous, first we need to know how to open the vault and also, I am not the only one after it.” “Who else? Aren't you their lord?” She teased and Draven hit her forehead lightly. “Ouch.” She feigned pain and he used his thumb to crease the spot.

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

I was always in control of my emotions, but now I felt like I was losing my grip. Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming urge to find the woman again. I stood up abruptly, and began to search for her around the club. But she was nowhere to be found. I felt a surge of disappointment and anger, and I found myself walking towards the window looking out for her. I found her in the dance floor, dancing with some unknown girl, laughing and smiling happily as her body moved to the rhythm of the music. Her smile was captivating, exposing her front row of teeth, and I felt the sudden urge to have it all to myself. My fist clenched, wishing I was the one dancing with her. The music suddenly changed to that

The air crackled with unspoken desires, with the forbidden pull that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks, a dangerous undercurrent threatening to break free. My breath hitched again, a small, involuntary gasp escaping my lips. I knew, with a certainty that both terrified and intrigued me, what was coming. The signs were there, in the heavy, possessive quality of his gaze, the subtle tension coiling in his powerful frame. A part of me, the scared, indebted part, screamed for me to step back, to maintain the fragile, precarious boundary between us. But another part, a reckless, confused part, felt an undeniable pull, a dangerous, intoxicating curiosity.