Dangerous Lover Gl Novels & Stories

My second Lover was one of my drivers in my company and his name is Jack. Jack was different guy altogether he wasn't the kind of guy I usually have interest in but there was something attractive about him.. He has this mysterious cool look on his face that turns a woman on, plus he's charming.. He was quite tall and well built, dark, bold, active and energetic... I wouldn't go into details of how we hooked up but he was definitely a man.. The first time we had s*x, Jack gave me more than I bargained for.. He rammed and thrusted my c*nt hard all night, making me moan out loud like a SL*t as he made love to me... He f*cked me for an hour straight without pulling out and he made me c*m hard

the reason I kept you away. There were some very dangerous packs out there. We have managed to cut the packs in almost half we think and most are willing to accept ne as The True Alpha But I have to marry. Ok but aren't they gunna want you to marry a wolf Tam they won't accept me. Wait she is not a wolf what the fuck man. you can you know they won't accept this she has to be your mate. He growls they will accept her she is my mate I know it. I have known since we were kids and dating. I have met every wolf in town and nothing like her the feelings I have for her must be true. He shakes his head man you would know if she was your mate you have seen me with mine and I can tell you man she is

He moves one leg between mine and it gives me enough room to pull his pants down further. Fuck… My heart pounds as I stare at his hardened cock in his grey designer boxers. “Damn. Now that’s the heaven that will make me end up in hell for sinning.” I purr, running my hand over his cock. I hear him suck in a sharp intake of breath, his hand tangling into my hair, forcing me to look up at him, seeing his eyes flash blue. “You’re a dangerous temptation, Love.” He growls quietly. Proud to be.

I skimmed a page or two ahead and nearly dropped the book. The lover has his mouth on the girl’s tits, lapping at her nipples, and she is thrashing against her binds. The blindfold is working, according to her, making her even more sensitive. And he’s showing her no mercy, pushing her to the brink of her pleasure and then beyond. He’s insatiable. Even… relentless. When the lover tucks his fingers into the girl’s panties, I start to dip mine under my pants. He’s searching for something. Her clitoris, right? And when he finds it, she screams.

We breached most of his fucking rules. “Thank god you are not stupid and you can learn. Seeing you like this makes me a little at ease, you are not one of those silly girls who thinks they can change him or some shit. The man is my closest friend since forever but I fucking know that he is dangerous, hell even I get scared of him sometimes. My friend is a sick, possessive bastard who would kill his favorite toy but not give it or let anyone have it. When you get the chance, you should leave and never look back.”

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.

Dared not look at Stev's gaze which was sharp like a knife. While the woman beside the man looked in surprise at her lover. She did not think that hers lover still had someone he was afraid of. Her lover called the handsome man in front of him the title boss, even though her own lover was the highest leader in the company. The question now is. who is the real handsome man standing next to the girl he was belittling?

It was as if they confessed, a dam was finally let loose. The warmth of his left palm as it sneaked its way from her ass up to her back, drawing circles in a languid way, woke the heat she thought that was already quenched. On instinct, Maleficent the Glutton pressed her body to her lover which elicited a deep groan from him – a groan which seems like from a wounded beast.

Fleur cries as she turned herself to faced Memphis, but when Memphis tries to get closer to her Fleur step backward that literary gave them all goosebumps by hearing those little rocks falling in the deep sea. "No! p-please, Love. I Love You! I do love you! I need you in my life, No matter how much you hurt me before, I love you, Fleur! Please, stop this! Please!" He cries all his tears trying to convince Fleur to stop what she wants to do. "I won't! I c-can't," She said and take off one hand that holding in the tree branch.

I was going to be sick. All those romance novels she loved, the ones where the heroine hastily fell in love with some dangerous man who had a dark past, suddenly weren’t very sexy when it was real. When the danger wasn't metaphorical. When the blood he had on his hands wasn’t just a metaphor. I’d seen him shatter bones the night before. Saw him break another man’s leg, without a second thought. And the worst of it, what had my stomach turning with something I didn’t want to be calling revulsion, was that I wasn’t disgusted.