Dangerous Man Book Novels & Stories

Wondering how I can find a man who promises danger, attractive. He was the most dangerous man I've ever known and I've never found anyone more dangerous than Chester. That man was a beast but he wore it directly on his face like he was afraid you wouldn't know how dangerous he was. This beautiful man on the other hand, screams danger even with him being quiet and just observant. He's the type of person you'll see and turn the other way. I wonder if he can teach Chester a lesson so that man can know his place. "The door" He finally replied. I had almost forgotten I asked him anything because I had been in my head, his voice was what brought me back.

DAMON ”Wh-what?” the man stuttered, his eyes bulging with more fright. “Y-you are going to kill me?” “Yes,” Selena replied curtly as she trained her sight on the rough face of the man. “Did you think you would walk out of here freely? Haven’t you heard rumours about The Dangerous Dame? Anyone that touches her people never goes scoot free. What makes you think you will be an exception after you landed my man in the hospital for two weeks? Huh… Tell me,” she urged the man to talk.

He kept moving my hips, slow and steady, dragging out every lingering sensation, making me tremble again and again as my clit brushed against the length of him. It was overwhelming—in the most perfect way imaginable. My very first orgasm, my first taste of what pleasure was truly supposed to feel like, and it had been brought to life by none other than Dante Gallo. The same man people whispered about, feared, warned others to stay far away from. He was dangerous, powerful—possibly the most feared man in the entire city, if not the country. Yet right now, he was my anchor, the one person making me feel like I was untouchable and treasured all at once.

"After eight months of making you all see this my way, you still doubt it? I thought we were just coming here to finalize not–" “You move product through ports that attract heat," Mateo cut me off, pulling the cigar from between his lips. "We don’t need that kind of attention.” “You already have it,” I replied coolly. “You’re just pretending you don’t.” Daniel scoffed, his fingers tapping on the table with impatience. “You’re younger. Ambitious. You're no new person to us, Enricho. You're a dangerous man. Why should we bind ourselves to someone who might drag us into wars we didn’t start?”

She asked. Robin who had just gotten into the hotel room and put down his bag walked over to the window and leaned next to it. "Katherine, perhaps you actually wanted to see me dead, or don't you?" He asked with furrowed brows. "What do you mean?" She asked, now a bit relieved that he was okay, judging from the tone of his voice, it was more like the Robin she knew. "Katherine, you just put my life in danger when you asked me to look into that address, like who are they? Are they like some president or some great association?" He asked her, no matter what, he was feeling overly curious right now.

"I am the reason he'll come and I am the reason the room will be the most watched room in London and I am the reason this works." He looked at me. "You are also the reason it is dangerous," he said. "In a way that a perimeter and a wire and Rodriguez's team does not fully mitigate. Because he is not a man who becomes dangerous at distance. He becomes dangerous up close, in rooms, in conversations, when something does not go the way he planned." "I know that," I said. "You've been in enough rooms with dangerous men this year," he said. "Yes," I said. "And I'm still here."

That only confirms that something's not right. I'm no detective but I could sure as hell smell something fishy. I mostly feared I could be in some kind of danger. Once again, my thoughts started to creep back in. Throwing questions I myself had no answers to at me. One thing I know is, that man might be dangerous. No, scrap that. He definitely is dangerous. His gun and how he puts it to use is more than enough proof. Although I may not be sure of anything at all at the moment but one thing I am definitely sure of is that I didn't wanna remain here.

“Tell me, princess… does that scare you? Knowing the man knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt is the king of the underworld” I whimpered, my mind reeling. King of the underworld. This wasn’t some handsome stranger anymore. This was the kind of man people told horror stories about in hushed voices—bloodthirsty, ruthless, merciless. The kind who could end a life and sleep like a baby afterward. Men who took whatever they wanted and left nothing but ruin, tears, and graves behind them. And here I was, legs spread wide in an airport restroom, dripping shamelessly all over the fingers of most dangerous man in the country. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Everything was converging, and the only person who had moved to shield her twice now, in public and in silence, was the one man she was never supposed to touch again. She looked across the garden at his broad back. The way he stood, shoulders relaxed but alert, like a man who carried weight without letting it show. Dangerous. Controlled. The kind of man who could dismantle threats with two quiet sentences at breakfast and then pretend the entire room hadn’t shifted because of him. He is the most dangerous man in this house. He is also the only one who has protected her.

The man who has his head buried between a lady's thighs lifted his head, his tongue peeking out to lick her fluids while the lady, Elora hurriedly picked a shirt to cover her exposed chest. “Perhaps, you've entered the wrong room. Kindly see yourself out.” The burly man said dismissively, his hands gripping her thighs to part them further apart. Dimitri sighed, walking towards a chair beside the two. “No, I checked the number before entering.” The man grunted, standing up from between Elora's thigh. The red light which the room was bathed in did little to show his features. “You want to get whipped in the ass boy?” He asked threateningly, easily towering over the sitting Dimitri.