Dangerous Lovers Novels & Stories

This isn’t love. We all have darkest desires, some are fulfilled why some aren't. This is not a romantic story. Trigger warnings, raw language and explicit scenes involved. As the night played on, Micah had forgotten how to breathe. Was this what he really wanted? Micah had said no.

DANGEROUS ADDICTION: SEX, LOVE AND SCADAL "Everything I hate...Yet Crave." A COLLECTION OF STEAMY SEXUAL FANTASIES. This story contains smut, therefore caution advised if you are underaged, please do not read or if you would feel uncomfortable with extremely explicit sexual contents. Stay away if you are not a fan of self gratification, taboos and non-committal relationships. If you feel like you can read on then be my adorable guest on a highly steamy and pleasurable journey that will leave you so high, horny and sexually active only at reading. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OF HORNINESS

“Perhaps, until then, let's make the most of our time here in Paris, pretending to be in love, but always keeping in mind that our true happiness lies elsewhere.” As they continued their journey through the streets of Paris, Katherine and Alexander walked hand in hand, knowing that their loveless honeymoon was a temporary arrangement. They found solace in the beauty of the city, the fleeting moments of connection, and the hope for a future where they would find the love they truly desired.

“Of course, he denied the pregnancy and even labeled me a slut. And the next day, an altered recording of our conversation was released to the press.” “God, how low was that coward going to sink?” Liam groaned, anger and disgust lining each of his words. I chuckled half-heartedly, seemingly happy that at least someone was feeling angry on my behalf. “The press loves those kinds of stories, so before we could blink, there were different kinds of reporters all lined up on our doorstep. We were not safe anywhere because they would always find us with their flashing cameras and shoving their mics up our faces.” I took a long gasping breath, my hand pressed to my chest as I felt it constrict with

I told him, and he sighed. "If she truly loved me, she would love everything and everyone that has to do with me, and she would not keep secrets from me," he said, and he was telling the truth, but I also knew that her secrets might be terribly unforgivable. "Luke, you are blessed to have a mate like Tia and your brother is blessed with Kimberly. I have watched both women, and they have been honest and loved wholeheartedly. Stacy's love is flawed. Anyone that lies and causes problems for someone they love has a warped sense of love. She is sick in the head." My father said, and I did not know if that was the issue, but I did not argue.

And as I continued to think about this, I felt a pang of pain in my chest. "I'm.." Damon was unable to speak. "I.." he stuttered, unsure of what to say. "Is he the one?" Sean asked me once he noticed that Damon was too stunned to speak. "The young man you told me about?" He asked me and I raised my brows in confusion. "Uhm, yeah." I lied. I knew I had to play along especially since I didn't tell him about Damon stalking me. " Young man, when a girl says she's not interested, it's smart to just walk away." Sean snapped at Damon who became calm once Sean said that.

She would be a good mother to Sebastian, a perfect wife for a man in his position. And she would never challenge him the way Nicole had. Never make him question himself, never push him beyond his carefully constructed boundaries. She would love him safely, predictably, without the dangerous intensity that had consumed him with Nicole. Perhaps that was what he needed. Perhaps obsession masquerading as love was too dangerous for a man with his responsibilities, his secrets. Timothy reached for the box, feeling its weight in his palm. "Victoria," he said carefully, "if we do this, there can be no more games. No more manipulation. No more using other people as pawns."

His power over her was terrifying, and she didn't know how much more she could endure. As night fell, she lay on the bed, her mind replaying the events of the day. The shattered photo, Dante's fury, his unsettling demand—it all haunted her. She couldn’t shake the image of the beaten man from her mind, his eyes filled with a silent plea. She needed to stay strong, to find a way out of this nightmare. But the more she learned about Dante, the more dangerous he seemed. She couldn’t trust anyone here, not even the maids. She was alone, trapped in a house full of shadows and secrets.

“Layla, I can’t just, he’s manipulative, cold, and—” “And he’s your only option,” Layla interrupted gently. “I know you hate the idea, Ava, but your parents are in danger. You’d be protecting them by partnering with him.” The words hit Ava like a punch to the gut. Layla was right, as much as she hated to admit it. Damien was her only way out. But the thought of tying herself to him, even temporarily, made her feel trapped. “Think about it,” Layla said softly. “I’ll support you no matter what, but you don’t have much time.”

he laughed again, but this time it sounded dangerous. “He still believes in love? Pathetic. I expected something more. Or maybe you have something that I don’t know. Maybe …just maybe your blood is rare, spicy…” he whispered slowly as I tried to attack back while he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to himself. I felt his sharp canines graze over my skin as he began drilling into my neck. I let out a shrill cry and immediately he fell to the floor, and so did I. Dante rushed toward me as I dropped. I was bleeding severely. I heard my mate roar as he left my side and faced the stranger. I had a blurry sight but I could see an image jump out of the ship. There was a great splash of water after th