Novel & Cerita Dangerous Lover Gl

I let it all out like a river free flowing. "My knees always gave out whenever I see you and if I was a wolf, I would be ready to bare out my neck in submission to you, that's how much I'm in love with you." I said to him in attempt to explain how my love for him felt like what an omega wolf would feel to an alpha wolf when they discover that they're mates. "So you can't tell me that I'm confused." I concluded my confession but he didn't seem too eager by it. "That's because you are." He deadpanned and my heart sank.

"Not because you weren't worth it—because you were. But because I knew what it would mean for you. Being with me, loving me… it’s dangerous, Brenda." I swallowed hard, but he wasn’t finished. "I thought pushing you away would keep you safe," he admitted. "That if I made you hate me, you wouldn’t have to suffer because of who I am, what I do." His hands curled into fists at his sides. "But I was wrong. All I did was hurt you. And in the end, I couldn’t stop loving you anyway." I inhaled sharply, my heart pounding against my ribs now. Lucian Kingsley, the cold, ruthless billionaire, was standing in front of me, confessing his love like a desperate man.

The moment Damien disappeared through the door, the air in the private suite seemed to thin. Elena pressed her fingers to her lips, her breath unsteady. What the hell had just happened? Damien was back. Not as the reckless, arrogant young man she once loved, but as someone far more dangerous. Someone who now owned Inferno. She turned toward the glass wall overlooking the club. From here, she could see the main floor—a blur of flashing lights, swaying bodies, and the endless thrum of music.

but still. "D-Do you have AIDS?" I repeated. Message The corner of his lips twitched upward as he shook his head. "I want you to be my lover, Sabiana. No discussions, no arguments. You'll stay here. Live here. Live your life like other women do. I'll provide for you. You'll eat, shop, and buy whatever you want. Just one condition, be my lover.

“Sometimes… destructive ones.” A low hum of agreement rippled through the class. But his eyes, dark and knowing, were still on me. He knew exactly what "destructive outlets" I was thinking of. He knew how my body had responded to his own destructive desires. My history of devouring dark erotica, of seeking out the most boundary-pushing p**n. This was a dangerous opportunity, and my body was screaming yes. “Precisely,” he said, his voice a silken thread. “They break free. Often with… explosive consequences.”

I inhaled sharply as two fingers brushed between my legs, right over the mess he’d left inside me. “You’re still dripping,” he murmured. “Still open for me.” I trembled. “You always let strangers fuck you raw when you make a mistake?” His fingers sank into me again, deeper, slower. “No,” I breathed. “Then why me?” I stared at him. He wasn’t just handsome. He was dangerous. The kind of dangerous that made you wet before he even touched you. Everything about him screamed warning, muscle, ink, and a voice like sin. And I still wanted more.

​He didn't reply, instead, he stepped close again, closer than before, until I could smell the faint scent of expensive cologne and something deeper, like leather and warm spice. He placed his hands on my shoulders, his touch professional yet utterly invasive, and stared down at me. ​“I think you owe me one more thing, Mona,” Kade murmured, his thumb gently tracing the faint, hairline scar tissue near my left eye, the hidden marker of my brutalized childhood. “You owe me the name of the man who put this there. If we’re partners, I think it's imperative to know why you hate all men so much.”

Victor roared and flooded her with the first thick load of the night, pumping deep until it overflowed. But he wasn’t done. He flipped her onto her back, kissed her slow and deep for the first time that night — almost tender, his tongue stroking hers like he was savoring her. When he pulled back, his dark eyes held something new. Something raw. “You’re dangerous, Lila,” he whispered against her lips as he slid back inside her. “I wasn’t supposed to need you like this.”

I look around for a trace of Mira, but the place is too dark; I can't make out anything. "Is that so?" He hits my hands forcefully, causing the bottle to slip out of my hands and scatter on the ground. "No one is coming to save you. It's just us." Derrick pressed himself forcefully on me, pushing me to the ground, the broken pieces piercing into my skin. He leans into me, attempting a kiss. I slap him against the cheeks, fighting and struggling to free myself from his hold but sustaining more injuries in the process. Derrick pats my thigh open with his knees...

Inwardly, I was baffled but it tried not to let it get to me. “As long as you choose me, your lover, I will elope with you and kill whoever that stands in our way.” I didn’t care if he heard me or not but I promised in my mind. “Today, I’m here to confess that I have no feelings for Glenn.” He cleared his throat as he started speaking, my lips trembled. I was quite unsure of what he was saying. “The woman of my dream is Luciana and I have no affection for Glenn, she is trying to ruin the sweet romantic relationship I have with Luciana.” He said seriously before stepping out of the crowd. He bowed before my father.