Dangerously Yours Masquerade Novels & Stories

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.”

Below us, a sea of silk, velvet, and diamonds swirl to the sound of a live orchestra. It’s a masquerade ball for the city’s elite. A playground for billionaires, politicians, and the predators who feed on them. Dominik’s hand rests on the small of my back. It’s not a casual touch. His fingers are spread wide, the heat of his palm burning through the black silk of my gown. "You look dangerous tonight," he murmurs, his voice low enough that only I can hear it over the swelling strings of a violin. "I thought that was the point," I reply, leaning back slightly into his touch. "The invitation said Midnight Glamour, but we both know it means Come and show off your teeth."

she said quietly, “that if you’re wrong… it will break her heart.” “I know.” “And mine.” “I know.” Silence again. Then Mara did something unexpected. She stood up. Walked around the table. Stopped right in front of me. Close enough that I could see the tiny scar near her eyebrow she always tried to hide with makeup. “You’re a dangerous man,” she said softly. “Sometimes.” “You lead a club that fights people.” “Occasionally.” “And you’re standing here offering to become permanent in my life.” “Yeah.” Her eyes searched mine.

My stomach dropped. “You will be the main entertainment for a very private, very exclusive gathering. A small group of powerful men — some you might even recognize from Zet Corporation. They won’t know it’s you… at first. You’ll wear a heavy disguise. A mask. But they will know exactly what kind of beautiful black slut they’re using.” Real fear spiked through me, even as I remained wrapped in his arms. My fingers clutched at his shirt. “Sir… that’s too dangerous,” I whispered, voice shaking. “If anyone recognizes me—”

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

Soft music played in the background while people talked, laughed, and made new connections. The mansion was decorated with sparkling lights, fresh flowers, and stylish furniture, and a few waiters moved around the room serving delicious food and drinks. I watched the small groups of guests stand together discussing business ideas, investments, and future opportunities. Although the atmosphere was calm, classy, and professional, I could still feel myself feeling a bit nervous. I clenched my sweaty palms, before looking around the hall to find my best friend. My heart began to thump when my eyes locked with a pair of eyes, looking at me with a certain predatory look, Damien steel's.

And now, I was trapped with two men who were supposed to keep me safe, but who felt just as dangerous as the threat outside. I didn’t know it then, but that was the night everything changed. The night I stopped being Aria Sinclair, the reckless heiress who played with danger for fun. Because danger? It was about to play with me

And I still didn’t know if I wanted to run from it—or run straight into it. Rachel nudged me with her elbow as I wiped down the camera lenses. “Hey. Let’s go to Masquerade tonight.” I blinked. “What?” “You heard me. Club night. Girls, guys, masks, secrets. Let’s gooo.” Adam looked up from the candy jar. “What’s Masquerade?” Rachel grinned wickedly. “Only the hottest underground club in the city. Masked entry only. Total anonymity. You can dance with a stranger and never know their name.”

I shuddered what the hell is this place? When Renzo threw the damn dress at me, I asked him where we were going because this dress code didn’t match anything, but he just shrugged and said it was a masquerade. When we arrived here, I just stared at everything blankly because I had attended some of those parties and this thing was unlike anything I had ever been to. The right word for what I was seeing right is just orgy. And I was so fucking overdressed for it apparently Renzo was doing me a favor by choosing this dress.

I don’t want to say anything that’ll make him change his mind and not take me as his plus one to the masquerade ball, because I have questions—and I’m desperate for answers. *** The masquerade ball is a world of silk and shadows, where power and deception dance hand in hand. It’s not just the place that makes me uncomfortable—it’s the memories of the last time I was at a masquerade ball. It was the night I met Alessandro. The night I felt my heart beat in a way it never had before. The night I knew I was screwed. Then we happened. And through him, I met the most amazing person. Then I lost him.