Dangerous Lies Review Novels & Stories

Piero's pupils shrank, and his body shook. I watched his reaction, my chest heavy, like a stone was crushing it. Five years of love were hard to let go of. I still clung to a shred of hope. Maybe it was Vivian's one-sided story; maybe the photos were fake. But Piero's reaction confirmed it. He and Vivian were married. He forced a stiff smile, his voice shaky. "What are you talking about? I..." I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie."

I realized, with a twist of nausea, that not knowing was more terrifying than any answer he could give. I pressed the photos flat, looking for meaning in the shuttered moments. “This is nothing,” I said, my voice oddly distant in my own skull. “You’re misreading…” “He is dangerous,” my father interrupted. “Not because he is violent. Because he is disciplined.” That word caught in my chest, a stone. “You don’t know him,” I said. He shook his head, almost pitying. “I know his name. I know his habits. I know where his loyalty lives.”

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.

He never once looked back. I quickened my pace, following his broad back into the house. “Aaron,” I called after we reached the living room. He stopped, then turned. His gaze hit me without warning. Dark. Empty of anything I could read, except something dangerous. “Do you know,” he said quietly, “what the most disgusting thing about a lie is?” I opened my mouth, but he didn’t let me speak. “Not the story,” he continued coldly. “But how comfortable you are doing it.”

My heart wasn't beating normally as I uttered those words. Like screams in my head, I was hearing the lies, and I really knew I was bluffing. It can't be love, but I won't be able to hurt her or see anyone harm her. I just hope Jake doesn't ask for proof, because I would definitely disappoint him. And if he tries doing it on his own, then that's where our first problem would begin because he might just end up becoming my enemy.

And as I continued to think about this, I felt a pang of pain in my chest. "I'm.." Damon was unable to speak. "I.." he stuttered, unsure of what to say. "Is he the one?" Sean asked me once he noticed that Damon was too stunned to speak. "The young man you told me about?" He asked me and I raised my brows in confusion. "Uhm, yeah." I lied. I knew I had to play along especially since I didn't tell him about Damon stalking me. " Young man, when a girl says she's not interested, it's smart to just walk away." Sean snapped at Damon who became calm once Sean said that.

"Dangerous how." "Dangerous like people have already been hurt. Dangerous like the less specific I am, the safer you are, and I hate saying that sentence because it sounds like every movie where the man turns out to be lying." I put the glass down untouched. "I'm not going to lie to you. But there are pieces I'm not going to hand you, because handing them to you puts you on a list, and you don't belong on it."

yeah, who else. he said it doesn’t matter who he is, which is so ridiculous i actually laughed, like a short ugly laugh, because it does matter. dangerous, he said. he’s dangerous. but that’s all. like i’m supposed to take that and swallow it and not choke. i said if he’s dangerous i should know why, right? that’s normal logic. but dom just shifted his weight, clenched his jaw like he was biting back the whole truth.

“But not yet.” His fingers moved inside her in a slow, steady rhythm, watching her body melt beneath his touch . When her legs started to shake, he lifted her with ease, pulling her thighs tight around his waist. She could feel him. His hard thick length pressed against her. “You want it?” he asked, his voice low as he rocked his hips against her. His Cock grinding into her wet entrance. She nodded desperately. “No safe word,” he reminded her. “You give me everything.” “Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

Good. “Answer me one thing " he said after a moment. I did not say anything. “Were you alone?" he asked. My stomach got a little tight. Just a little. It was there. Danger. I made my face stay calm. “Yes, " I said. That was another lie. A bigger one. More dangerous. Because this time it mattered.His eyes did not leave mine. Like he was trying to see past my answer. Past my words. Into something He would not find it. I would not let him.