Dangerous Lover Gl Novels & Stories

“And if I don’t sign either?” He chuckled. “Then you walk into obscurity. Strip clubs. Cheap lovers. And in a few years, you’ll beg someone to dominate you because no one will ever come close to how Damian ruined you.” Her body clenched. He knew. He knew the way Damian touched her. Because they’d been watching. Filming. Evaluating. “This was never love,” Lydia whispered, her throat tightening. “It was an audition.” “No,” he said, coolly. “But it could become love. The most dangerous kind—the kind forged in power.”

One particularly vicious countess tries to leak a photoshopped intimate photo; palace security catches it in time, but the attempt leaves me rattled and angry. One evening after a brutal strategy session with advisors, I’m pacing the library, nerves frayed. “I hate this,” I admit when Aragorn finds me. “I hate that they can twist every look, every photo, every word into something ugly. I feel like I’m on trial for daring to love you.” He crosses the room and pulls me into his arms, holding me tight. “I know. I hate it too. But we’re not letting them win. Tell me what you need right now.”

I didn't want to leave Manhattan. But dead fathers don't leave you a choice. Eight months after dad died, Mom said we were moving to Madrid. “Better opportunities,” she said. “A fresh start.” What she didn't say was that it had something to do with his old college friend— the one who suddenly cared a lot about us now that Dad was gone. Mom said it was a fresh start. She said Madrid would be good for what she had with him. I didn't get a say. I packed my books and the last pieces of the life I had in New York. Said hurried goodbyes to my friends and boyfriend and followed her across an ocean. Now I was standing in a city that felt foreign to me. Surrounded by boxes and

I whispered, already growing wet from his touch. Damien hummed in approval and guided me deeper into the gallery. In the next room, a series of large erotic photographs hung under soft spotlights naked bodies in elegant, provocative poses. He stopped me in front of one showing a woman on her knees, looking up at her lover with pure surrender. “Reminds me of you,” he growled, pressing his growing erection against my ass. “On your knees for Daddy, eyes wide and hungry.” His fingers slipped under my dress and found me bare and slick. He circled my clit slowly while we stood there, surrounded by millions of dollars in art.

The man stepped out of his heavy robes that are dark as night and draped himself behind his lover—nosing the smooth expanse of wet skin with vigor want, kissing his lover’s neck before hugging him from behind. “I missed you. How was hell?” Lux asked, throwing his head back as he felt his lover trail his hands down his sensitive spots. “I was only gone for a few hours, love.” “Still, I can’t get enough of you.” Lux licked his lips and hummed in pleasure as his husband pressed himself closer to him, insinuating the things that is about to happen. “You really like playing this dangerous game with me huh.” The taller male growled as he pushed himself against his lover, letting the other feel his

Their lips met again, tongue dancing as they explored each other's mouths. "I want to taste every inch of you, ma cherie," He growled, his hands roaming her body. Ava let out a breathy laugh. "I'm yours to taste, to own to love," Conan grinned, his head pressed against hers as he stared at her. The one woman who had slowly pieced his broken heart together, the one woman for whom he was willing to do anything to keep the light in her eyes. He dropped to his knees, one hand resting on her boobs as he gently squeezed her nipple between his fingers. The hardened bud was begging for attention.

I queried, "you said you already know everything about me, so what is the point of getting myself over dressed?" " I didn't say that!" Here we go again this the third time we are having an argument in less than 72 hours. " I wanted to say that you look beautiful in a casual dress," " Am I wearing a dress right now?" I asked walking towards the bench. " Why don't you go over to the rollercoaster?" It will be fun. _______ Author POV Julianne went into the rollercoaster ride with her invisible lover which she can't see, A female demon who was watching over Damien was fuming at their back, she raised her hand and pushed the air with supernatural force sending Julianne down from the top of the ro

I ripped off his shirt and my suspicions became true. He had the insignia of the Russian Mafia which means the attempted rape was planned. I walked towards the whisky cabinet content to let Lorenzo handle it but when he became cockier I got tired. With a glass of whisky in my hand,I moved towards the duo. Right in front of them,I gulped it down. It trailed down my lips and disappeared in the middle of my breasts. I could see Lorenzo's eyes follow them down the trail they made before he visibly gulped. "Who sent you", Lorenzo asked in that deep voice of his that sent vibrations and shivers all over my body.

“I have no other lover,” Damien said flatly. “Aside from you.” Liz searched his face for something. Anything. There was nothing there but calm. Oh, so her mother didn’t count as another lover? But then, Gwen was the wife and Liz would be the mistress, so she was the other lover. Didn’t Damien realize this, or did he just not care? “And whatever Anna told you,” the Vampire Lord continued, “that was in the past.” Liz didn’t respond; the things she wanted to say would no doubt lead to a fight. So she only nodded once.

My fingers scramble for purchase on the cold marble sink as he sets a brutal pace, each thrust knocking a broken sound from my lips. "Gosh, you're incredible," Luca murmurs against my ear, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin there. His hand leaves my breast to grip my backside hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh before delivering a sharp smack that makes me cry out. "Shh, baby, you want the whole house to hear you?" I don't care if they do. Let them hear. Let them all know exactly whose I am. His free hand slides between our bodies, calloused fingers finding that perfect spot that makes me see stars. "Come for me," he demands, his breath hot against my neck. "I want to feel you come