Dangerous Romance Bl Novels & Stories

she breathed, and I increased the speed. "Harder," she said, and I realised the extent of my actions at breakfast. I had stimulated her beyond control, and I liked it. I slammed into her, harder and faster. Her pussy was so sweet that I lost myself in it. I felt my wolf emerging, aiming for a claim, wanting to claim her badly. I held my wolf down and continued to pump until she came. She came violently, and I followed, pouring myself into her sweetly.

Whatever he wants to do is all to please you. Luca sets me down and sets forward, unlocking a door. We step into a dark room. My chest is thrumming loudly. I think I may die of excitement. He turns on the switch by the wall, and the red bulb lights the room, giving it a red glowing form. It smells like danger. My eyes scan the room, and the first thing I notice is that there is no bed. Ropes and chains are hanging loose on the walls and the ceilings. Do he suspend women from the ceiling and fuck them? My feet go cold as I spot whips and rods. My nose is filled with the smell of drugs. This man is twisted, and I'm even more twisted for wanting him. He unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to the

I was breathless with wonder, my body swaying even in his firm grip. He continued his path, sliding his tongue along the side of my neck, biting gently on my pulse of life. I shuddered, the sound strangled and knew I'd fall if he wasn't holding me. How could such a dangerous man seem so romantic if only for a few moments in time, allowing me to see yet another side of him? "I will lick every inch of you before I slide my cock deep inside," he whispered then nipped my earlobe. "Then you will be mine."

She placed her arms akimbo, waiting to hear him speak. “I'm just here to tell you that you are mine; and when I love, I love mercilessly. I will kill to be with the one I love, even if it costs my life. That is the danger side of me you haven't met, and I wish you don't see it,” he warned and walked away from her. Her mouth dropped agape as she watched him walk away, wondering how she got entangled in this debacle. She hurried into her room and shut the door behind her.

The scent of his cologne — leather, tobacco, and something uniquely Lorenzo — lingered in the air, and for the first time, she felt something more than fear or curiosity: desire, sharp and undeniable. “Bella,” he said, voice dropping to a low growl, “stay sharp today. The house isn’t kind to the careless. And neither am I.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” she replied boldly. As she left the library, Elena’s thoughts raced. She had already glimpsed the duality of Lorenzo Romano: the man feared by the city, capable of violence and ruthlessness, and the man whose presence alone could make her heart race and mind reel. She was in a world far more dangerous than she had imagined — yet one she could not

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

I didn't know if the people in front could hear anything, or if anyone had glanced back. Maybe they were watching. Maybe they were whispering to each other about us. Maybe someone had even taken out their phone to film us. But I couldn't focus on any of that. Right now, all I wanted was to savor every sensation, to let go completely. I hadn't expected a blind date to turn into this. To meet someone like Rex, someone who matched me in ways I didn't even realize I wanted. There was a kind of recklessness in both of us, something unspoken but understood.

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

Yet every time Zane passed by, that forbidden thrill that made my body come alive. I was torn. Caught between the safe love I knew and the dangerous desire I craved. And I had no idea how this week was going to end.

Iris's POV I swallowed, my throat felt raw. The taste of him was still on my tongue, whiskey and something darker, something alpha. My own scent was everywhere, too: sweet, the unmistakable musk of an omega in heat. I was lying against his chest on the study sofa. Rafael's hair was a mess, his lips slightly swollen from kissing me, from biting me. The heat had eased, the sharpest edge of it, anyway, the unbearable burning that had driven me down those stairs