Dangerous Lover Gl Novels & Stories

He was always so romantic, so gentle but those nasty words had me soaking, and God, I loved this new dangerous side of him. “Oh Liam,” I mumbled, biting my lip, with my hand tangled in his hair. His fingers traced down my half-naked body, jolting every desire. He knelt before me, his hands unbuttoning my pants and sliding them off, leaving me in just my panties. He paused and lifted his head to look at me, his eyes with a question. I nodded, giving him permission to continue. He immediately pulled down my underwear, his gaze still on me as his tongue glided over me, so close to my pussy. His tongue brushed against my clit and I couldn’t help but moan helplessly.

At that moment I was giving in to my heartless lover and I loved him with my body and soul. He slowly entered me, stretching me beautifully. God, I have missed him. His thrusts were really slow but they were hitting the right place that were making me moan loudly but he covered my mouth with his hands and it made me wonder. I mean we were the only ones in the house so who cares what we do inside. I could scream to shutter glasses and it wouldn’t bother anyone expect for the guards outside but that was okay, they were professionals. They would understand. ‘We should practice. I don’t want to wake up our son and have him running towards our room to find out what is making you sound like that.

And between her thighs, the expert caresses of that afternoon's second lover. She was not a bad person, not at all. She was just a woman in love with her lover, who used all kinds of blackmail and trickery to keep him by her side. For an instant, he thought Arthur would refuse since he wasn't one of those who liked threesomes in that way. But she did it to punish him and show him that she was in charge of their relationship.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

“You mentioned about him trying to accepting me. But I know you want me…” And there it was. She watched as the manic glint in his eyes intensified. A full blown psycho. “Do you think I care?” He asked, his breath fanning her face. Mara closed her eyes in disgust as she tried to wiggle free. She wanted to be anywhere but between him and a wall. Her eyes darted behind him, searching for signs of a camera. “Look at me.” He whispered. “He doesn't love you. You heard him? He won't ever. I'm the only one that does and I'm the only one that can.”

Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of. Maybe she was the person who had been standing between Amara and the truth all along. Protecting her. Even when Amara didn't understand why. Outside, footsteps disappeared into the rain. And somewhere far away, a phone screen lit up. A message appeared. SHE KNOWS HE'S ALIVE. A second message followed. MOVE TO THE NEXT PLAN. And beneath it was a photograph. Daniel Quinn. Alive. Older. Standing beside a window. Waiting. END OF ARC ONE

he collected a glass of champagne from the waitress that passed us by “I loved a girl once, genuinely” “I don't love Lorenzo, don't get ahead of yourself” I fixed my gaze on Lorenzo and Cheyenne who were now slow dancing with each other “Yes, but you feel something deep and special for him” Haze moved closer to me. “Even though you're too stubborn to admit it” he chuckled. “I'll continue with my story… I loved a girl once, I found myself doing things for her I never thought u would ever do for anyone… you won't believe, I began learning how to cook because upon my stalking, I figured out she liked guys who can cook”

And then there was Axel. Dark. Dangerous. The kind of love that burned down everything in its path. His hands weren’t gentle, but they were possessive in a way that made her feel wanted, claimed. He had ruined her and saved her, sometimes in the same breath. The kind of love that would kill for her. Drop anyone to the floor in a heartbeat just for her. His love violent and passionate, his touch demanding and needy. She hated that she missed him.

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.