Ending Of The Most Dangerous Game นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Which meant one of two things: either I had been too exhausted to sense him, or he was just that damn good at moving silently. I swallowed hard, my gaze dropping to his lips before I shook my head and turned away. What the hell are you doing? This wasn’t some romance novel where the dangerous man turned out to have a heart of gold underneath all that darkness. Cassius was dangerous—full stop. And I needed to remember that. Carefully, I tried to move, but the slight shift of my body sent a dull ache pulsing through my ribs. I sucked in a sharp breath, wincing.

she is the prey. Noah returns to his seat, his eyes never leaving her face. The necklace sparkles, but Sienna can barely meet his gaze. She knows this is all a game to him, a dangerous game with her at the center. And yet, she’s still here, unable to run, unable to break free.

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

An unspoken understanding hung in the air—that this wasn’t the end. With one last lingering glance, Alex turned and walked toward the door, his hand on the handle. But before he left, he cast a look over his shoulder, his gaze filled with something unreadable, perhaps curiosity, or perhaps something darker. As the door clicked shut behind him, I exhaled slowly, the silence filling the room once again. But I knew one thing for sure—this was far from over. It was just the beginning of a dangerous, twisted alliance.

The dangerous game had been set in motion, and I could hardly wait to see ho w it all unfolded. This was going to be good indeed.

I'd played this game too many times. I fumbled again, and this time, a click echoed, amplified by the frantic beat of my heart. "Mona! Open this damn door!" His voice, thick with liquor and rage, vibrated through the thin wood. I didn't dare answer. Maybe by morning, he'd have forgotten the details, or at least be too hungover to care. But for now, I was getting out of here! I yanked the window open and peered outside. It was daytime, making everything visible, but no less terrifying. It was a long drop, and the thought of landing awkwardly, possibly breaking my neck, sent a wave of nausea through me. I wasn't ready to die yet.

My mind was screaming danger, but my body was singing a different tune. For this moment, nothing else mattered, only the heat of Dante’s mouth, the scent of his sweat, and the terrifying realization that I was playing with a fire that was eventually going to burn me to ashes. But maybe I was willing to get burnt playing this dangerous game.

Eli whispers, panicked. “Don’t. Don’t do anything stupid.” Damian’s eyes flick to him—soft, full of something devastating and protective. Then he says, quietly: “Baby. I don’t do stupid.” A pause. “I do lethal.” Eli’s stomach drops. The stranger’s gaze flicks between them. Sweat drips down his temple. He’s losing control. Desperate. Cornered. That’s the most dangerous kind of man. Eli’s voice cracks. “Damian, please don’t get shot. Please.”

A digital bell, ringing in a silent room. He looked at Anton. The man’s eyes were alight not with fear, but with the fierce thrill of the ultimate gamble. They had just crossed a line from which there was no return. They were no longer just fighting for survival. They were playing the game at its highest, most dangerous level. And they were playing it together. —--

I was in. And the game had just become infinitely more dangerous