Dangerous Tagalog

Elena; No one who dared to mess with him lived to tell the tale. Angelo Fabian. Lord of the Underworld and the most dangerous Mafia Lord in the country. But somehow my father did. What's worse when I was offered to him as his plaything, his sexual toy, an experiment to fulfill all his sexual urges. I never knew my life could turn out to be more than the shit show it already was Angelo: In my world, traitors and snitches are a deadly sin. Unforgivable except through death. Until I met her, she was a perfect collateral for my stolen money and I plan to keep her, especially because she was proof that I can still perform and get aroused as a man.

Destiny really has its own way to let two people cross path especially when they less expect it. Isang kilalang modelo si Leilani Consorte. Noon pa man ay nagkakagusto na siya sa malamig, arogante at higit sa lahat, ang siyang nag-iisang lalaki yata na kailanman ay hindi magkakamaling patulan siya. But an insane chain of events knocked off her stilletos when suddenly, she found herself inside its mansion, being imprisoned by him. Instead of crying her heart out for being held captive, she saw it as an opportunity. Ginawa niya ang lahat ng pang-aakit para mahulog sa kanya ang mailap na puso ng lalaki. Makokontrol kaya ng aroganteng CEO ang kanyang bihag? O siya ang mabibihag nito?

Without a word, knowing what he needed, Ace slid his hand back around to Liam's front. He stroked Liam's cock, his large hand sliding easily because of the lubricant, and Liam's hips began to move back and forth on their own. Every forward thrust pushed his rock-hard cock into Ace's hand; every backwards thrust took Ace's cock deeper into his eager body. He was crushed between a muscled body and an unmovable object, his hands in fists on the wall in front of him, his cheek pressed to the cool tile. All Liam could do was push up into Ace's hand, then push back to take Ace's cock; he was filled and utterly fulfilled, at the same time. **** Ten years ago, Liam “Spider” Valance met Ace Cuddy in the worst place possible: the Fallen Angels MC bar. Ace’s club. Ace’s world. A world where being gay would get them both killed.... and they fell in love anyway. Three years later, Ace chose survival over truth. Promoted to Vice-President, he walked away from Liam to keep them safe, making sure Liam hated him enough to let go. It worked... mostly. Now Ace has made a catastrophic mistake, and both their lives are in danger. The solution? Hide them together in a safe house until the heat dies down. Ace calls it fate, Liam calls it hell. Ace sees a second chance with the only man who ever truly knew him. Liam just wants him gone. But the past doesn’t stay buried, desire doesn’t die quietly, and love doesn’t fade on command. Is there a second chance at love, and at living honestly? Ace is ready to fight for it. Even if the hardest battle is against the man he loves most.

He gave her pussy lips one last, long stroke, and then he moved one finger to her slick channel. He probed it carefully, moved in an inch, paused. When she whimpered and thrust her hips up, he slid in deeper, waited again. Good God, she was wet, and warm, and tight. She was perfect, and she was all his. When she opened her eyes and stared up at him, silently begging and pleading, that was when he added a second finger and slid home. Her whole body jerked in reaction, and both her cry and her eyes were wild. Fuck, yeah, his little hellcat was back – and he hoped he had the scratches to prove it later. **** Eight months ago, Warren “Derby” Kane took one wrong turn, and ended up trapped inside the Fallen Angels MC. Patched in, owned by the club president, and racing toward a dead end, Warren knows his life is already forfeit. What he doesn’t know is that the road he’s on is about to lead him to the one woman who could make it worth living... if she doesn’t hate him first. Six years ago, Shaylene Alcott clawed her way out of the Highway Hellions. So when she’s kidnapped by the Fallen Angels and locked in a remote cabin with Warren, her worst nightmare comes true. He’s everything she despises… or so she tells herself. Stranded together, Warren and Shay discover shared scars, shared rage, and one impossible truth: for the first time, they have a choice. Freedom. Each other. But choosing love means running forever – and the Fallen Angels don’t forgive. When the past comes hunting, will love be enough to keep them alive?

Seven years of marriage. A perfect family. A life she doesn’t remember choosing. Dahlia wakes up one day married to a man who knows everything about her. She believed him and fell in love with him, he is her husband after all. But when her husband's brother, the alpha, calls her by another name, memories begin to bleed through the cracks of her perfect life. One brother claims her as his wife. The other refuses to let her go. And the truth behind her lost memories may be deadlier than she ever imagined. Regardless, she must choose between the man who gave her peace and the past that refuses to stay buried.

His eyes didn't move one inch from my body. He had that look that made me weak. "If you're going to kiss me do it and stop taunting", I whispered. he bit his lips and smirked. "Beg me", he said running his hands slowly through my hair. "And beg me to fuck you too, because I know you want me to", he whispered behind my hair making me shiver. The adrenaline rush was making me shake. "please", I choked out. "Please what?". "kiss me", I said breathlessly. "and what?". "Fuck me", I finally said. he smirked and then smashed his lips on mine. * * Sebastian Greenwood and Asher Peterson find out that they were being played by the same woman and this brings them closer as friends... Friends? No lovers. But their love is forbidden as it will ruin Sebastian's life If society hears that he's in an affair with a man. They will have to fight for a forbidden love, handle the betrayal, jealousy, regrets and even a blackmail just to keep that forbidden fire burning. Burning for a love pure and genuine. A story of Temptation Seduction Love and betrayal

He kissed her over and over again, and she responded: she said yes. All female heat and need; so soft and curved against his muscle and hard planes. King kissed her like he owned her and she ached to just let him take her. Any way he wanted; as many times as she could take him. King shifted her again, held almost her whole weight on one massive forearm, freeing his other hand to move over her now. His fingers tightened on her cheek as he kissed her, the metal of his rings cool against her flushed skin, then he moved his hand down her body. She arched when he caressed her throat and stroked down slowly. **** Naomi Abbott had it all once: talent, success, momentum. Now she runs a nonprofit art program for autistic adults and counts her days sober instead of her sales. She’s smart, beautiful, and barely holding herself together. One year into recovery, Naomi knows the rules: no chaos, no temptation, and absolutely no romance. Especially not with him. Matt “King” Kingston is danger wrapped in muscle, a scowling ex-Marine with a garage, a shadowy side hustle, and a laser-focused obsession with Naomi. He wants her. All of her. And he’s never been good at walking away. But the closer he gets, the harder she resists... because letting King in means risking everything she’s fought to rebuild. As trust grows and walls crack, King becomes Naomi’s anchor. Until she spirals. When the past comes roaring back, Naomi must decide if she’s strong enough to survive it... and if King’s love can endure the wreckage.

Reagan took Tamara from her father when she was ten years old. She expected the man to make her life miserable, but he did the exact opposite. She resided in a mansion-like home surrounded by Reagan's luxury items. She rarely sees the man, but he continues to send her expensive gifts. Reagan provided her a fantastic life. Until her eighteenth birthday, she has no idea what the man is up to. The man stormed into her room and declared coldly, "Let's get married." Tamara was confused, so she immediately rejected the man. Reagan was enraged by what Tamara had said, so he dashed over to her and deeply said. "You... are under my rules, and you must obey me." What will happen to Tamara? Will she marry the man who took her away from her father? Will she marry the man... she's been secretly in love with for years?

She thought she'd seen him first, fallen for him first noticed him first. Little did Mariana know, her destiny had been set and arranged by the people she viewed as family and loved the most. Attraction strikes where betrayal stands.. Where deceit is born, passion is inginited. Derrick johnson can do nothing to convince himself he feels nothing for the beautiful young girl, well except fulfil the ubsurd traditions of his mafia clan inorder to rise into power. He'd decieved her by deceiving himself ,offered her to the enemy on a silver platter. But perhaps, Derrick Johnson was just but a victim of the poison of both mafia clans. Will peace prevail, especially when grave secrets are spilled and traditions demand to be fulfiled. When mazes are biult against the two, the only thing that seems to make them unbreakable is the bond of love they developed. But can an angel ever love the devil? Perhaps they can, but first, you'd have to live in hell.

"Who did that to you?" His voice pressed, demanding. But I had to shut him down if I wanted to keep myself together. "If you get to keep things from me, then so do I." “If I find out who he is—if I find him…” “I hope you don’t,” I cut in. “Because I’d rather he was already dead.” “I won't be at peace until you see it for yourself. Either his grave, or his death right in front of you.” He inched closer to me, pulling my chin more and more until our faces were very close. “And remember, Leandra ....” His words sounded like a promise. His breathing was so heavy, so determined. “The moment you watch that bastard die, you’ll see me there too.” *** Being my best friend’s delivery girl isn’t exactly my idea of fun. Usually, it’s annoying. But this time? This time, it led me straight to him. He kissed me—this stranger, so alluring that it made me think of him all the time. The scent of his body, his heavy voice, his pierced grey eyes ... it all stayed with me. Haunted me. Drove me crazy. The problem? He wants nothing to do with me. He keeps his distance, tells me to stay away, says I need to forget him. He says he’s a dangerous man. But how do I forget someone who’s already under my skin? How do I let go of the one man who’s already claimed my heart?