I Dare You Book Novels & Stories

My palm pressed against my chest, trying to still the rapid thumping of my heart, trying to anchor myself in reality. It was a book I’d seen raved about online. Reviews called it brilliant, seductive, thrilling. So when I asked Dante to have someone pick it up for me, I hadn’t expected… this. I had no idea I was requesting something so vividly erotic, so brazenly explicit.

Francesco My hands trembled as I placed them on The Black Book. This isn't going to be easy. But I have to do it. I sucked in a sharp breath and flipped open the cover. Deadly Sins. Wild Secrets. Mafia Rules. Do You Dare To Enter? A chill ran down my spine. What the hell does that mean? I swallowed hard and turned the first page. Nothing. A frown creased my forehead. I flipped to the next. Still nothing.

“Just because you saved my life doesn’t mean I forgive you for calling me a child for not sticking around when you were telling another woman you were going to make her scream your name with her daddy listening in.” “Is that so?” “It is so. I didn’t hear any apology coming from your lips for being outlandishly inappropriate not even ninety minutes after telling me to stop dating other men and I was yours.” She didn’t back down as she wrapped her lips around the straw and sucked the water down to the bottom of the cup. She wiggled it, “I need more.” “You need your ass slapped.” “I dare you to try. I might be drier than the Sahara right now and feeling woozy still, but I’ll throat punch you.”

I'm not taking you out on a date, I never said I would. "Then what do you want to do with me?" "A dare." My face paled, and my mouth almost fell open. Imagine how I was talking, one would think I'm a professional. I didn't want him to accept my dare, I was just reciting a book passage. "W.. what dare?" "Your dare. How about I prove to you that I'm not as ignorant as you think, and at the same time confirm how good a virgin she-wolf can be in bed."

Everyone came to a halt and the bimbo stared back at me with a playful smile on her lips before she lifted her arms and yelled, "DARE!!" People cheered loudly, only to take a pause when Chad faced me and lifted the mic up for my answer. And there was only one answer I would give... "F*CKIN' DARE!!!!!" .......

Her long golden hair falls down her back , making me want to reach out and touch it. “I know you are awake…” she says without turning back. “Who are you?” I ask , wondering who this mysterious woman was and why she hasn’t killed us or sent us to the king. I hear her sigh , before walking up from her seated position. She slowly turns around , and at that moment I feel all the air is kicked out of my stomach and comes out as a loud gasp. “Mother?!!!”

Jax, Dare, Rook, and Silas deserved a decent home-cooked meal, not another takeout order. A deep rumble vibrated through the floorboards, and a moment later, Dare’s towering frame appeared in the doorway, a towel slung over his shoulder, drops of water still clinging to his dark hair. “Something smells… interesting,” he mused, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. “It’s the smell of ambition, Dare,” I shot back, brandishing a wooden spoon like a sword. “And possibly garlic. I might have overdone the garlic.” The truth was, I had no earthly idea what I was doing. My cooking experience extended to instant noodles and burning toast.

Riley’s POV “My turn, little daredevil. Truth or dare?” Mr. Brooks asked, his voice low and smooth like honey mixed with something dangerous. I was still sitting on his lap without my top, feeling the heat from his body against my back. My lacy bra felt way too thin now with everyone watching. I took a deep breath and tried to keep my voice steady. “Dare,” I said. Mr. Brooks chuckled softly. His hand rested on my hip. “Good choice. I dare you to take off those shorts too. Slowly. Then kneel right in the middle of the room so we can all get a better look.”

Ronan, of course, was no exception. I still remember the first time I met her. She loved Truth or Dare, and each dare was more outrageous than the last. Other people's punishments were to go pick a fight with some punk on the street; when it was my turn, she ordered me to act out our favorite sexual position with Ronan in front of everyone. I only whispered that the dare was crass, and Clara immediately stormed out, red-eyed, slamming the door behind her. The mood in the room soured instantly, and they all rushed out after her, with Ronan leading the pack.

“Fuck, baby girl. Hearing you say that is making my cock rock hard. You’re sitting here acting all shy but you’ve got the filthiest little mind. I love it. Your turn. Truth or dare?” “Dare,” I answered, giggling even though my pussy was throbbing so bad I could barely sit still. Julian smiled that dangerous playful smile. “I dare you to climb onto my lap right now, face me, and give me a kiss. Not on the cheek. A real one. Show me how those dirty drawings make you feel.”