Novel & Cerita Dangerous Man Book

The cold metal of a gun pressed against the underside of my chin. "Did you not hear me the first time?" The man's hot, wet breath fanned across my face. My stomach turned. "I said get on the fucking floor, bitch." His dark eyes gleamed with malice. Some criminals were all bravado. They just wanted to snatch the goods and leave without actualy killing anyone. But the man in front of me? He wouldn't hesitate to murder someone in cold blood. He looked like he was itching for it. The drumming of my heart reached a fever pitch.

The fourth guy is on his knees devouring her other breast, sucking half her tit into his mouth as he pulls her legs farther apart. Jesus! We just made it. I run to Justin, who's been sitting in the corner reading a magazine, unbelievably not distracted by a naked woman playing with her pussy. He sees me and starts to stand up. Waiting until I get close enough to confirm I have his frequency, I push the transmitter button and he freezes. "Justin," I say, pointing to my sister who is approaching the four businessmen, "you will make sure no harm comes to this woman."

I say as he slides into the seat. He lifts my mug, reading the little chalkboard logo. “I’m full of surprises.” “Dangerous ones? “Depends. Is caffeine and questionable literature your definition of danger?” He smirks, loosening his coat. “What’s the book?” I glance down, then grimace. “Some wildly over-hyped thriller about a detective with a drinking problem. Groundbreaking, right?” Marcus leans over, plucking the book from my hands before I can protest. His shoulder brushes mine in the process, and my pulse spikes like it has no sense of boundaries. He flips through the pages with a skeptical eyebrow.

He yanked me back and held me against his bike, his torso pressing against my chest, the soft hum of the bike vibrating against my thigh as the wind hit me softly, sending chills which contrasted with the anger brewing in me. “Because, Jordan,” he drawled teasingly, like he was enjoying the game he created. “You still don't get it, do you? You don't get the fact that you're in LEA, and moving about freely on those pretty legs of yours is dangerous, Firefox. You think smiling and laughing with everyone is safe? Fuck that, Jordan,” he spat non-stop. “No one here is nice. No one likes you. Everyone has skulls in their fucking cupboard and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't fall for them, Prin

“Tell me, sweet mouth, have you ever been fucked by a man like me?” I have never been fucked by a man. Let alone an insanely perfect man like him. Playing hard to get isn't as easy as I thought it was in books. Especially when he's very tall gorgeous older man. My Professor I always masturbate to every time I think of him. I want to suck his cock so hard. Swallow his cum. Reading about a girl who pretends she doesn't want her mouth and pussy fucked is what turns on little virgin me. “Better,” I hiss, and something very dark and dangerous shutters over his eyes. He arches that damn brow, and I immediately shrink in on myself. It was a lie. We both know it.

I said, holding it up to the phone. There was a long pause before Dorian finally spoke. "Eden, you don't understand. This is dangerous. You need to be careful." "What do you mean?" Eden asked, her heart sinking. "The things in that book, they're. . . ," Dorian paused, his voice low and urgent. "There are people out there who will do anything to get their hands on it. You can't just go around showing it to anyone." I felt a chill run down my spine. "Are you saying I shouldn't trust you?"

We were near where he was chained, so he stepped up and punched him again. "This weasel attacked my vessel and stole my ammunition because I refused to give it to him. He lied to me about so many things. Little did I know he wanted to take over something that wasn't his. He told me he was a Moon and the rightful heir of Woodclaw. He promised to go into an alliance with us once he takes out his evil stepbrother. He staged some attacks on Santa Braee to sway me. He told me that Alpha Aesop attacked Santa Braee because he wanted to take over the island. I foolishly believed him. I did not know he was lying. He wanted to use me to get Woodclaw and then come after me later. When your wife called

The man was breathing in short, wet pulls. "He's alive," Adrian said. "Barely. The other one bolted the second I fired. East, into the woods." Alexander crouched beside the wounded man, gripping his collar hard enough to force his eyes open. Up close he looked young. Maybe thirty. Stubble and a scar across his jaw. "Who sent you?" The man's laugh came out wet, pained. "You already know." "Say it !" "Victor doesn't sign his own work." The man's eyes flicked, briefly, toward Rosalie. Calculating. "But he's not the only one who wanted you both here today."

It was brief, but enough for my mind to stagger a bit. This man is dangerous... way too dangerous. “What do you say? Do we have a deal?”

I whisper, grabbing the man’s shirt and pulling him to me. When our mouths meet, excitement mixed with danger rush through me, spurring me forward as my need to explore that danger continued until I’m drowning. “Fuck, darling,” the man groans as I start to undo his pants. “I figured you were bold, but don’t you know how dangerous what you’re doing is?” “I do,” I assure him, pulling his pants down and then moving for the boxers. “But I like danger.” “Even if that danger could end up ruining you?”