Dangerous Impulses Novels & Stories

Alexander, shirtless and bare-chested, was fast asleep next to her. A jumble of images from the night before flashed through her mind, the smouldering glances exchanged, the electric touch of their skin, and the surge of desire that had led them to this point. With her heart racing, Katherine's gaze met Alexander's as he stirred from his slumber. In an instant, her mind went blank, and her instincts took over. Without thinking, she kicked him off the bed, her panic-filled adrenaline giving her an unexpected surge of strength. He tumbled to the floor with a thud, disoriented and bewildered.

I was impulsive. Nobody will replace my wife. Nobody. Nelly is... Fuck, she is something special! I leave the meeting room with my head almost exploding, so I force my thoughts to deviate from the path they insist on taking every time I think of the girl's face and leave the room without talking to anyone. She is dangerous to me, I realize recently. For some reason I lose control in her presence, I say and do things I wouldn't do in my normal way, I act as if I were sixteen and not thirty-nine.

“It means the brain picks immediate reward over rational cost. Impulsivity goes up. You make decisions you wouldn’t if your frontal cortex was regulating your limbic system properly.” My voice didn’t shake. Jesus. That’s a fucking miracle. It came out clear enough to earn a nod from Professor Priya. “Good,” she said, one brow lifted. “Exactly. Reward outweighs consequence. That’s the danger.” Then another voice cut in behind me—smooth, warm. “Professor, it’s the same reason people repeat risky behaviors even when they regret them later,” the boy said. “Reinforcement pathways lock in faster than logical correction can override them.”

The harsh slapping of our skin, his seriousness in digging into me, and my moans of pleasure were the only things I desired at this moment. “Liam, can you fuck me until I have no strength left?” I whispered, putting an arm around his neck. “Sure,” he increased the speed of banging me, and I moaned in great delight. “I want to fuck you every day if possible, stepsis,” he said before kissing me deeply. We both know what we’re doing was impermissible, but we just couldn’t help it. We’d already tasted the bait and, like fish, we’d been hooked. We couldn’t stop now. Even if this path led straight to destruction, at least it was a pleasurable path.

“You can’t be serious.” He leaned back, fingers toying lazily with the edge of his glass. “Dead serious.” “You’re delusional.” “You’re reckless.” “Excuse me?” My voice sharpened, my pulse climbing. “You don’t even know me.” “On the contrary,” he said, tone maddeningly calm, “I know you’re impulsive. The kind of person who acts before thinking, speaks before breathing, and drags chaos wherever she goes.” “Wow,” I said, leaning forward. “Did you read that off a fortune cookie, or are you just naturally arrogant?”

“I understand what you’re saying, and we will stop it. We just need to be careful and plan everything out.” Mars sunk deeper into his chair with a scowl. “We can’t go in with guns blazing, it’ll do more damage to our images and my company.” I reminded him. Mars looked away with his jaw clenched. He was always more hot headed than I--he liked to be impulsive. Impulsivity was dangerous, though. Especially with men like Andrew, who were far more influential than myself at the moment. One wrong move and I was out of the running all together.

"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?”

It’s like I just become nothing but a madman when it comes to her. I am very aware how unhealthy this is yet I cannot see past this obsession and craving for her entire being. The monster in me wants to lash out. “We know you are a violent person but you’re not impulsive and senseless before her,” Eamon spoke again, trying to get through to me and saying out loud the grave truth about my actions. He was right but I didn’t wanna hear it, “Watch your words.” “You have to hear this,” He insisted while I bit my tongue to keep myself in the chair and not rip through someone’s throat, “With the way you’re acting, you’re proving the Sun Council right,” Eamon chastised me.

They knew saying something means death. When Ivan finally stood before Mara, he was already hysterical. He raised his hand and hit her across the face. “Take back your words.” hit. “Take back your words bitch.” another hit. “Everything. I gave you everything!” Punch after punch landed on her until she crumpled to the ground, defenseless but he didn't stop. Grandpa Santini's words weren't getting to him either. He'd shouted and shouted and he regretted not coming with his gun. Wheeling himself down the stairs is not an option too since he's afraid of falling and slipping into coma again.

Our eyes locked, and the warmth disappeared from his face like the sun beneath the horizon. My heartbeats crashed against each other like furious waves. A double-length hallway's worth of space separated us, but his displeasure was so potent it seeped through the air and into my body like a deadly poison. Dante excused himself from his guests and stalked toward me, his powerful, muscled frame slicing through the crowd with the single-minded surety of a predator locked onto its prey. Tingles of alarm cascaded down my spine, but I forced myself to hold my ground even as every self-preservation instinct screamed at me to run.