Femme Fatale Dangerous Woman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“And why is that?” Because she was the first woman I actually gave a damn about. I wouldn’t describe her perky tits, her tight cunt, the way she swirled her tongue around my dick as she sucked me off. I wouldn’t shatter the holiness of our intimacy with gossip. Her scratches, her moans…they all belonged to me. “I’m a very dangerous man. I kill people. Does that bother you?” “It sounds like you’re trying to get rid of me. If that’s the case, just be a man and give it to me straight.”

I was a woman with a bucket, a brush and a partner who was willing to bleed for me. And Kieran Blackthorne was going to find out that a woman with nothing left to lose is the most dangerous person in the room.

"You want to burn down his life piece by piece. That can be arranged." "Arranged?" I spat the word, slamming my palm against the table. Glass trembled. "No. Arranged implies he will endure, that he will still breathe at the end of it. I want him to drown. To watch the tide rise higher and higher until he knows it was I who pulled the ocean to his doorstep. I want him to watch his whole world disappear like smoke-and when he turns around, I'll be the devil in the corner mocking fate." The woman didn't flinch. She never did. That was what made her useful-and dangerous. Instead, she leaned back, folding her hands in her lap.

Not rough but firm enough to pull her against my body until I was invading every inch of her personal space. Her eyes widened as she thrashed against my hands, trying to pull away, but I didn't let go. “Let go of me, Liam.” “You don't get to walk away from this. And you definitely don't get to call it a mistake, baby girl.” “Don’t you ever call me that!” She spat, her eyes ablaze but that was the fascinating thing about this beautiful woman. She was even more stunning when she’s angry, more dangerous and it drove me crazy.

“What have you done?” A low voice laced with disdain asked. “What have you done Dimitri?!” Dimitri ignored the accusation, his movements deliberate as he approached the lifeless body sprawled across the bedroom floor. He knelt beside her, his dark eyes fixed on her pale face. With precision, he placed two fingers on her neck, his jaw tensing as he confirmed the truth. The woman kneeling beside Ava's body, her red hair a stark contrast to Ava's limp form, looked up at Dimitri with tears and venom in her eyes. “You killed her! You monster! You should have sent her back to us if you didn’t want her!”

She asked, still suspicious. “What the hell? I'm her attorney, why on earth would I do that to my client?” I questioned, but that didn't seem to convince her. “Mrs. Smith isn't the type of woman to ask for help if it isn't a life or death situation, I've represented many people in my years as a lawyer and I know many rich trophy wives, they're all the same, she must have left her husband’s mansion and her children for a reason.” I explained. They taped off the scene, photographing every detail. I stood to the side, trying to shake off the image of her lifeless body.

Emmet and I had started to dig into the circumstances, but every lead seemed to vanish, leaving me more frustrated and confused. Adding to my tumult was Emma, the woman who had once been my confidante but was now revealed as an enemy. Her attempts on Selene’s life had shattered any trust I once had. Even after her exile, the thought of her return was unsettling, a reminder that the danger was far from over. Her presence felt like a threat lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike again. “Can we trust her?” I asked Emmet one evening, my voice barely above a whisper. “She’s dangerous.”

Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back in golden waves, portraying her as a woman of perfect beauty with a hint of being the woman of every man's dream, but she was far opposite from that. Her wickedness and selfishness lie in her heart, hidden under her fake and wry smiles, and I was just her victim.

I can only think how tall this man is, and how his skin sent a tingling sensation that strange me, and even the hardness of his muscle feel through my back is such a shocking and comforting. I was fully surrounded by darkness. It's a kind of darkness that embrace my crumbled peaceful world and is now no way of fairytale. And the dread only intensified... This person is no way of comforting, he is far dangerous than the woman itself! I'm screaming inside. It didn't help how I fear the bloody thing that the woman have already done before me, and the very evidence that is the bloody footprint! And I'm so sure, I meet all the requirements for her so-called opportunity of a bloody ends!