Dangerous Desire Novels & Stories

The slave couldn't go against their master so she had to be alive. A war was started between desire and hate in his mind and they were telling him to either watch her die or torture to death, make her like a dead body that was still breathing. Desire told him to save her and keep her away from the world, tied in his mansion, and destroy her in every possible way. Hate told him to just watch her die or kill her if she's alive. He followed the conclusion and went to see her not knowing what to do after that, whether to give in to desire or kill her in hate.

“I told you that if I’d wanted to turn you in, I would have a long time ago” “You have to find a way to get out of here so you can take care of your baby Mae”. Mae’s heart was beating fast, she couldn’t tell if it was out of excitement or fear. If Damian knows everything about her, who else does? Who else that is loyal to their boss? "I know what is going on in your head, no one else knows anything about you." Mae breathe out in relief but that was only shortlived as another reason for her to panic came up again.

She snapped immediately. "Please don't do it, I'll do whatever you want please " he stuttered. "Ofcourse you'll do what ever I want, you can start by deleting that article you're writing about my client it's a little too, hmm revealing " she said and he nodded frantically as he quickly picked up his phone, with shaky hands he began to delete every article he had ever writing , infact he cleared all his drafts out of fear . "For your own sake you better not be lying to me" she said immediately he told her he was done, and he nodded repeatedly scared to death .

A girl in a white shirt and a pair of red trousers walked to the table with a rack of drinks and a bucket of ice. I turned my attention to the stripper whose shape was like an hour glass, though slender like a domestic cat, and her skin was glossy like polished glass. She had bouncy, apple shaped breasts with a tattoo in the space between them. There was fluidity in her movement as she swirled around the pole mounted inside the cage. She put her head down and raised her legs up. She slowly parted her legs. With one hand, she balanced herself at a spot and the other hand somehow found its way to her groin area. The index finger of her free hand got lost inside her panties and when it came out

electric, dangerous. Lena’s pulse thundered as he closed the gap, lips grazing hers with a rough insistence that took her breath away. She tried to resist, tried to remember the reasons she should hate him...the betrayal, the lies, the nights spent drowning in his shadow. But her body betrayed her. Heat flared beneath her skin, craving the dangerous fire only he could ignite. His hands roamed with a possessive urgency, sliding beneath the hem of her blouse to cup the curve of her waist. She shivered, the fabric slipping from her shoulders as his mouth trailed down her neck, biting lightly.

I whispered, the word slipping free before I could catch it, before I could rewind time and lock it away. His eyes finally opened again. And in them, I saw madness. Darkness swirled in their depths like a storm barely contained, like he was one wrong breath away from exploding. He looked possessed—no, claimed, by something feral. Something dangerous. Something deeply, horribly hungry. “моя богиня,” he murmured, the words melting from his mouth like worship. They didn’t sound like a name—they sounded like freedom. And then he moved.

I looked up the corners of my lips turning down into a frown as I spied a girl sitting at his right ogling him. “Mis Vnaderkamp? Can you focus? Can you answer Dorian’s question for the class?” The red haired girl snorted. “No, I have no idea what the answer is.” I sighed forcing my eyes to meet Dorian’s. “That’s one interpretation,” I replied, slipping the cap back onto my marker. “But not the only one. Literature frames desire as dangerous precisely because it refuses to be denied. Wanting becomes more powerful than having.” A few students dutifully scribbled notes. Most just looked between me and him, sensing a strain that had nothing to do with Milton or Wilde.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

It was the one thing he didn’t know how to fight. Desire. And for a man like Damien, desire was the most dangerous thing in the world. I looked toward the doorway where he had disappeared, the light still spilling out into the rain. My heart wouldn’t slow down, no matter how hard I tried. I pressed my hand to my lips, feeling the heat still there, and whispered to the empty night, And I knew whatever we had crossed tonight, there was no going back. The storm outside would pass. But the one between us had just begun.

I press my fingers harder against the spot. The truth settles over me like a heavy weight. I wanted his fingers in my hair. Wanted the warmth of his hand against my skin. Wanted the closeness that came with it. The desire coils low in my stomach again. Soft.... Persistent.... Terrifying. I drop my hand quickly. That want terrifies me more than any blade ever could. Because an enemy can be fought. An enemy can be hated. But desire? Desire is something far more dangerous. And the worst part is the quiet realisation forming in the deepest part of my mind.