Dangerous Romance Bl Novels & Stories

In an instant, the light shriek and strkle all back and forth to a collapse fragment! A/N: Book 1 of Dangerous Affection is finish! Thanks to the God; to my subscribers; and to all my followers. Especially those who adds the story to their library. My warmest thanks!

His figure disappeared, into the darkness, the headlights of his car glowing faintly as he sped off into the distance. “You’re not going home Ms Laurence,” Corbyn spoke suddenly, as my eyes snapped to his. “What?” My voice was sharp hurling through the air. “It is too dangerous to stay in that apartment of yours,” he said simply eyes drifting over my confused expression. “It’s fine, it’s not like I have a hitman on my case,” he cokced his head to the side. “Not yet.” “Whoa,” a breathless laugh fell from my lips, “Artymov wants to force a marriage not kill me.”

Caroline What is it about danger that's so appealing? I should have known to stay away from him, I knew he was dangerous. Hell, he told me himself. But it only drew me closer to him. He was a bright flame that called out to my desperate heart, and I didn't stop moving closer until it was too late. When I got burnt. Maybe it was my submissive heart, or maybe it was the romantic one trying to find a way to thrive. His palms skimmed my legs, pushing my dress up until he found bare thigh. My skin danced with anticipation. His hands fit me so right, were the perfect roughness and the warmest heat. I suddenly didn’t know what I would do if I could never feel them again.

Even if he raised his walls again, he would always tear it down with his shamelessness. Remi had decided he would just live his life as a playboy at thirty. He's a fashion influencer who didn't even bother to hide his lifestyle anymore. Everyone knew Remington is bisexual. As long as there's a hole underneath and he or she walks like human and is one, he's fucking them. And apart from that, he and Dimitri were still enemies. It's obvious. The latter couldn't even leave Vincent safely with him. He's always touching him one way or the other and Dimitri always flip when he's around.

she said in a clipped tone of voice, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly at the man… the same dangerous man who had awakened the beast of lust within her. “Oh, I am aware,” he chuckled dryly. “Lose the last name, unless you want me to ravage the life out of you in plain sight.” She gasped in shock, even as her core dripped. Indeed, her body was reacting to the man on more levels than it should… It was dangerous, especially if a mere dark threat could make her get this drenched. Roman Bianchi was, without a shred of doubt, a man capable of ruining her. And yet, it seemed like a part of her wasn’t opposed to that.

“You just don’t want to.” Her gaze darted to my mouth before she tore it away. “Sebastian, this is dangerous” “Dangerous?” I chuckled, a low, humorless sound. I leaned in, letting my forehead brush hers, letting the wolf’s gold burn in my eyes. “Everything about us is dangerous. That’s the point.”

What is it about him exactly that I just can't seem to stay away from? “I understand Kade is exciting and new, babe.” Desiree pressed, her voice softened, a tone she used when she thought I was behaving like a child. “ I do, but despite his young age, Kade is pretty smart and he doesn’t tolerate blackmailers!” “Maybe focus on other people like The Honeycomb, I hear half their wealth is gotten from the mafia!” I wave my hand flippantly, “I think you're giving him too much credit. I practically confessed to him that I stole something from Emilio and he still couldn't decide whether to jump me or cuff me?” “He's a guy, they think with their dicks half the time!”

Forbidden hunger settled in me, primal and beautiful, coaxing moans I wasn’t ready to hear. When his lips found me again, more urgent, slower, demanding—I surrendered. We moved together under chandelier bulbs of soft gold. His kisses gathered like a storm; touches ignited fire beneath my ribs. Each whisper of motion memorized me. I gripped the chaise. His hands on my hips: grounding, thrusting deeper and harder then faster , His breath over my clavicle: promising. He murmured, “You’re dangerous.” “I know,” I gasped. Lips to pulse. Tongue teasing. Skin warming like the pages of freshly bound leather.

“Not only your property. Not only another body among many. I wanted to know if you saw me as someone who could be dangerous to you.” Roman’s laugh was a low thing that did not reach his eyes. “Danger,” he mused. “A seductive idea.” He unfolded his hands slowly, palms open as if displaying a treasure. “But do you know what danger looks like, Luna? Danger looks like opportunity. Opportunity looks like those who see too much.” He tipped his head. “And you, ” his voice dipped, intimate and sharp, “you see too much.” Silence pressed in, thick and immediate. Luna felt it like cold against her skin. The small ripple of the wine bead against glass seemed impossibly loud now.

"It was Rhys' number." Roman clicked his tongue. "This will be a very good lesson to you, then. You will learn that I do not take promises lightly, not like your parents. And most importantly, I always follow through with my threats." He couldn't possible mean he would— "Who is it?" Rhys whispered loudly. "You're fortunate I have business to attend to in New York," Roman informed. "The next time I see you, I'll still have enough time to wish you a happy birthday."