Dangerous Lover Gl Novels & Stories

Lorenzo groaned, buried himself to the hilt, and came hard — hot, thick spurts of cum flooding me as he ground against my ass, holding me like he never wanted to let go. For a moment, we stayed like that. Connected. Breathing together. His lips pressed soft kisses along my shoulder. Then he pulled out. I felt the shift instantly. The warmth disappeared. He stepped back, grabbed a towel, and cleaned himself without looking at me. “Lorenzo?” He didn’t answer right away. He tossed the towel aside and walked to the window, staring out at the dark trees. “This is dangerous,” he said finally, voice cold again. “I don’t do this. I don’t get soft. Not for anyone.”

And I wished it was too. I couldn't get enough of him, his touch, his cock. Those dark eyes of his, and those dangerous lips. That night I gave him all of me and I didn't mind. Not one bit. I was his. All his. I didn't think this marriage would work out, but I had fallen for him. His cocky arrogance, his cold hearted nature, I loved it all. I suppressed a low growl when I kicked in the front door. The door to my own house. As I stepped in, my eyes scanned the open plan living room. I could see that there were shards of broken glass and furniture scattered everywhere.

He made a low, approving sound in his throat. “Such a good girl,” he murmured. “So wet for me already.” Then his fingers slipped beneath the lace. He didn’t rush. He stroked along her folds, slow and teasing, gathering her slickness on his fingertips before circling her clit with the lightest pressure. Once. Twice. Then firmer. Steady. Relentless. Bria’s voice cracked. The words blurred on the page. “…Catherine and Heathcliff are bound by something darker than love, something that—”

With more than 300 blooming species of flowers, Da Lat Flower garden is the perfect place for our wedding. Today, I will marry the man who saved me, the man who loved me more than his life. Xavier was the man for me, I am sure of that. He had manly, peppered stubble. I like those stubbles. His smile sparkled with mirth as his blue eyes were a-fire with passion. They could resemble two liquid-blue pools of flashing fire, and I always blush when he looks at me. He had defined cheekbones and the lineaments of his face including his nose were in perfect proportion to each other. He might be taller than me, but I still want to reach for his lips and kiss him over and over again. His features were

She can't believe sir Francis would question her about that. "I trust you. This is my first time helping so tell me if there is anything I can do." A maid picks up a tray of glasses filled with champagne. She turns around and bumps Charles. The champagne spills on his expensive flowery shirt and shorts. Charles is an extremely good looking guy with a slender physique. Charles clenches his fist tightly as he feels the anger boiling inside of him. He is the last child of the Viva who loves the fun and crazy lifestyle. He is literally a spoilt brat.

, he warned, his thumb circling her heightened arena, “don’t keep it in, i want to hear you, scream, i want to see you in ecstasy, Princess, give it up for me, sweet heart, give it up” “no”, Dianne protested, reigning it in. “yes”, he said and pinched her clit, “you are already wet for me, Princess”. His fingers playing with her clit. “I’m not”. “yes, you are my sweet, now give me what I want”, he said, his thumb coming down hard on her clit. “let it go for me, I want to see you come for me”. Dianne trembled with effort to hold herself in, but Lucien was doing wonders with his hands, deftly manipulating her body like a musician with his instrument, he played her like a violin with masterful

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

I squashed that dangerous little softness in my chest as fast as closing a misclicked app. No. This isn’t right. A proper lover knows when to let go and when to walk away. Not get all sentimental after just a couple rounds and start imagining this “cozy domestic life” script. That’s not romance—that’s asking for trouble. Julian was undeniably charming—so charming it blurred your boundaries. And that was exactly why he was dangerous. Like a top-shelf liquor, smooth on the way down but with a kick that sneaks up on you—you take a sip and before you know it, you’re tipsy.

“I mean, I know that you are seeing that banker and I also know that you both have been going out for a while” Mae’s heart dropped immediately those words came out of his mouth and she paled. “How.. wh…what do you mean?” She stuttered. Damian gave her a gentle smile. “I am not telling Alexander anything, if that is what you are worried about. I don’t tell him about most things you do, he appointed me to be your shadow. Most times I come into town without anyone knowing, I see you and your boyfriend by the docks. I am happy for you really”.

You open the document and see a guy dressed in a black suit and sunglasses. His hair is devilish brown and by his body structure, you could see that the guy is in good shape. "Who is this guy?" Jack asked the manager. "He is your next mission. His name is Nicholas Romano. Nicholas is one of the most dangerous bakery magnates in town. And when I say the most dangerous, I mean the most dangerous." Till today, Nicholas has killed over 100 people, some of them belong to other Mafias, and some of them belong to his Mafia"