Dangerous Desire Novels & Stories

I lifted my hand slightly, calming him even as my own heart thundered. “You’re asking me to choose,” I said slowly. “Yes.” Mary’s voice softened. “They want to see which desire you value enough to anchor reality to.” “And the others?” I asked. “They will not be erased,” the second said. “But they will be… released.” The word felt hollow. I turned away from Elliot, forcing myself to breathe. All this time, desire had been danger because it was uncontrolled. Forbidden because it disrupted order. Now they wanted to use it.

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

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.

“I’m sorry; there’s nothing between us.” “Liar! I saw you two kissing. Who are you trying to fool?” “I’m sorry, I truly am. I deserve whatever punishment you wish to impose.” “I just wish you could vanish. How shameless of you to pursue a teenager! So, this was your plan all along—to claim that no man takes you seriously, not realizing that it’s your own despicable actions that drive them away. They see how shameless you are, chasing after boys to satisfy your selfish desires, and that’s why they left you.” Mirabel’s words pierced Susan deeply, leaving her wounded.

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

He yanked me back and held me against his bike, his torso pressing against my chest, the soft hum of the bike vibrating against my thigh as the wind hit me softly, sending chills which contrasted with the anger brewing in me. “Because, Jordan,” he drawled teasingly, like he was enjoying the game he created. “You still don't get it, do you? You don't get the fact that you're in LEA, and moving about freely on those pretty legs of yours is dangerous, Firefox. You think smiling and laughing with everyone is safe? Fuck that, Jordan,” he spat non-stop. “No one here is nice. No one likes you. Everyone has skulls in their fucking cupboard and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't fall for them, Prin

I pulled against the ropes, but they only dug deeper into my skin. My heart hammered against my ribs. Had they buried me alive? Was this how I was going to die? I swallowed hard, trying to control my breathing. Then another thought hit me. Was this the price I had to pay for craving my best friend's bride? A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Of all the stupid things I'd done in my life, getting involved with Camille was probably the most dangerous. But strangely enough, even sitting in a dark room with my hands and feet bound, I couldn't bring myself to regret it.

Carried her back to the bed. She fell between them—Ax on one side, Rafe on the other, Colt stretched at her feet, head resting on her thigh. Ax pressed a kiss to her forehead—soft, lingering. “Good girl,” he whispered again. “You take us so well.” She closed her eyes. Body wrecked—sore, aching, satisfied in a way she’d never known. Heart already cracking open—because she felt it then: the beginning of something dangerous. Not just lust. Not just ownership.

She blinked at me in hazy confusion before reluctantly sliding her hand out of her panties to take it. The potent scent of her arousal hit me like a drug. I closed my eyes, fighting the savage impulse to grab her wrist and suck her glistening fingers clean. It wasn’t fear of my son holding me back. It was the knowledge that once I tasted her—once I let myself sink into this fire—I wouldn’t be able to stop. I would burn everything down to make her mine. And I couldn’t allow that. In my world, desire like this was dangerous. Love was a weakness reserved for fools.

There's a difference. — Survival is instinct. Defiance is a choice. You choose not to collapse. Not to beg me. Not to play the role of easy seduction. It's an interesting choice. Courageous. And perhaps a little stupid. — Why stupid? — Because it makes me curious. And my curiosity, Diane, is a far more dangerous thing for you than my desire. The word "desire" hangs in the air between us, charged with the electricity that crackled in the bathroom. He named it. For the first time.