Dangerously Yours Trailer Novels & Stories

Putting the phone receiver back and smiled at Monica. "You are to clear your desk immediately. Security will see you out. Feel free to find employment elsewhere. I am sure your uncle will give you a good recommendation. It is not personal, really, but family comes first. If this blackmailer is as dangerous as your aunty claims, then the head of our family should know." I said, and she could not speak a word. " I am sorry about trying to force your hand Tia," Alpha Aesop said, and that was one too many sorries to mean anything, but I accepted, being polite.

We tied him quick with belts from the closet, breathing heavy, cocks still refusing to go fully soft from the rush. “Hollywood enemies,” Damien muttered, wiping blood from his lip. “Marcus Reed’s crew. They’ve been after my adaptation rights for years. This proves it’s bigger than I thought.” I grabbed the USB, my hands slippery. “We need to see what’s on this. But first get somewhere safe. Panic room. Now.” My ass ached from the earlier pounding, cum still dripping as we moved, the mix of fear and raw horniness making my skin burn. We ran naked down the hall, Damien leading, his thick cock swinging with each step. Part of me wanted to drop to my knees right there despite the danger.

It's hum shifted, like a tuning fork protesting a discordant note. Easy, I thought at it. Save it for the main act. Daire stepped in close, his presence swallowing the lot. He bent slightly, his mouth near my ear, as Voss and the handler pretended to check something on their pads. “Last chance,” he murmured. “I can still flip that van. Kieran can get you out in the chaos.” “And then Crowe has his massacre,” I said quietly. “With bonus footage of the “dangerous Lunaris” tearing through good Tribunal men while they try to protect civilians. You know how they’ll cut it.”

"What?" "Trust her or fight now. Your choice." I felt his exhaustion. He'd fight because he had no choice. But he'd die doing it. Damaris stood in the doorway, beautiful and desperate and maybe lying about everything. The wolves were maybe two minutes away. "How do we know this safe house exists?" I asked Damaris. "You don't. You have to trust me." "That's a terrible sales pitch." "It's all I have." Thirty seconds. That's all we had to decide.

I shook my head, these idiots didn't change at all. "What if she’ll find out that she’s really not your daughter? " hanging Dale said and I already knew what he meant while looking at Zella with Zadie and Suzie. "Don't you dare open your mouth. I will kill each one of you and I don't bluff." I threaten everyone. They all raised their hands as if surrendering. My eyes widened at the two as if dead faces. "Condolences." I joked with Keion and Mozes who were seriously sipping their drink. What the heck is their problem?

“No. Absolutely not.” “It’s too dangerous, Tara,” I tell her tensely. “You think I don’t know that this is dangerous? I was there, remember? I’m the one who got the note. I’m the one they were trying to lure out with mystery knocks on the door! We knew coming into this that there would be danger.”

The danger is not completely gone, but for now… for now, they are together, and safe. ##################

I don't want to hear any words from him especially if it's against my husband. "Lily, I didn't kill Mica. I told you, she worked for me. She was my eye in your office, she gave me your contact numbers. We are here to help you," he explained. "Help me? So both of you planned to enter the resort, for what? To kill me?" I can't believe Mica will do that, she has been so nice to me. "We are here to save you. Xavier is the real danger. He was your real enemy Lily, believe me," he insisted as he moved closer.

The yacht begins to move the moment everyone is aboard, the engines deepening, the water parting beneath us, and the city lights slowly fade behind us as we head out into open darkness, into a stretch of sea where consequences wait for those who tried to kill us, who tried to destroy us. Logan leads me to the deck, away from Marco for now, and the wind lifts my hair, cool against my face, clearing my head, and for a few quiet moments, there is only the sound of the water, the engines of the yacht. Logan turns to face me fully, his hands coming to rest on my arms. “When I saw the security camera feed,” he says slowly, “when I saw you standing there, smiling at the camera, I knew I married the

My hand was slick and hot now, aching with the effort. Finally, during the film's climax, hidden by the burst of noise from the crowd in the theater, Rex ducked his head into my clothes and began devouring my chest. Then, with a muffled groan, he shuddered and spilled everything into my hand.