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Even just to move her mouth or open her eyes Bella felt inadequate. She really felt that she was on the verge of life and death now. #Hello. Thank you for reading Dangerous Man until recently. If you wish, please give a review of this story. This will really help me to be better in the future. Thank you♥️

"Plus, it helps in sealing deals, so why the hell not?" "Sealing deals?" I echoed, intrigued despite myself. This woman was nothing like I'd expected. The whispers I'd overheard painted a picture of a cold, ruthless operator who crushed anyone in her path. She was cunning and smart, that much was clear, but did she truly deserve that moniker?

She felt like she was walking a dangerous line, a precipice with no safety net, teetering between desire and reason. The office lights cast long shadows across the room, painting the space in a warm, golden glow. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only them—their unspoken tension, the magnetic pull between them, the dangerous, thrilling temptation that neither could resist. And in that suspended moment, Lena realized something terrifying and exhilarating: once you give in to temptation, there is no turning back. With Alex, she had already crossed the invisible threshold, and the consequences—whatever they might be—were inevitable.

I just feel him draw back into my mind. “Fuck! Answer me!” He doesn’t. I mull on the word. Different. Different means dangerous. This is a new variable, an unknown factor in the equation. But one thing is clear: this woman is more dangerous than I had initially thought. I need to proceed with caution. She is not merely prey, but a potential threat. The hunt would continue, but with a new level of vigilance.

But I knew one thing for certain. Catarina Vitale Connelly was the most dangerous woman I'd ever met. And God help me, I'd never wanted anyone more.

I asked, trying to keep my posture firm—the same way I had done my whole life at school to never show weakness. "No, you don't know me, and you don't need to. But I decided to give you a piece of advice, woman to woman." She turned around, crossing her arms and evaluating me from head to toe with disdain. "Damian is a brutal man. He is reckless and sadistic behind closed doors. He uses and takes women in bed like they're nothing but bitches, turns them inside out, and hurts them for pure pleasure. An innocent, chubby little girl like you doesn't stand a chance. You’re going to be torn apart on your first night."

I wanted to push her against the wall and bury my face between her thighs until she screamed. Goddamn, this girl is dangerous. I knew her type. Beatrice was like that. The kind of women that slowly pulled you in until you lost sight of anything else. I called them the sirens. And I wasn’t wrong, if anything, her eyes showed it. “For God’s sake, woman,” I said with a low chuckle, trying to hide how hard I was getting. “Stop biting your lip like that and say something.” “I—I got lost.” I raised an eyebrow, still holding her close. “Indeed.”

Then without warning, she grabbed Daniella tightly by the arm. The sudden grip startled her instantly. The woman’s eyes looked terrified now. “You need to leave this company,” she whispered shakily. Daniella blinked in confusion. “What?” “You need to stay away from these people,” the woman continued quickly, fear clearly shaking her voice. “This place is dangerous.” Daniella’s brows slowly furrowed. “What are you talking about?” The woman’s grip tightened harder around her arm. “This anniversary party…” she whispered shakily. “Something terrible is going to happen.”

she murmured. “I’m not going to sit here and profess to be a fucking angel, but I’ve never hurt a woman or a child. More than I can say for half the fucking guys who come here. Maybe I have a twisted definition of worse, but I’d say those things constitute a fucking warning.” Scraping his fingers across his shaven scalp, he let out a sharp exhale. “On the list of dangerous people here, I can name at least fifty who are more psychotic than I am.” “I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?”

Most people forgot that. They thought power came from being loud, from making your presence known, from walking into a room and demanding it. But the most dangerous thing a woman could do was stand quietly at the edge of that same room and simply watch. Watch until she understood every exit, every weakness, every unguarded moment. I had been doing that all evening.