I M More Dangerous Than You Novels & Stories

"If we're bold enough, we can do whatever we want, wherever we want." His words sent a flash of images through my mind of the two of us doing it in all kinds of places, and my pulse quickened. But I quickly came back to my senses. "That would get us in trouble," I muttered. "Then we'll just be a little more discreet. Don't you wanna do it on a bus sometime? Or behind a shelf in the supermarket?" What Rex was saying stirred something in me. Before I knew it, I was nodding. "Then we'll pick supermarkets and buses that aren't crowded."

I add, so casually I almost convince myself I’m not doing it on purpose, “I should probably mention I’m home alone tonight. Just in case you were… wondering.” That makes him glance at me. One slow, deliberate look that pins me against the seat harder than any seatbelt could. “You’re dangerous,” he murmurs, and I swear I feel it all the way down to my toes. “Only if you don’t come up,” I shoot back, pulse hammering in my ears. He kills the engine.

“And you are?” He turned, leaning against the marble island. His eyes flicked over me again neck, collarbone, down to the edge of my shorts. This time, I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. “Ryan’s safe,” I added. “You’re not. That’s the difference.” He laughed once short, humorless. “Safe gets you average. Safe gets you stuck.” “And dangerous gets me what?” I asked, crossing my arms. “Dinner and eviction insurance?” He stepped closer.

“We bust meth labs more often than you’d think around here.” “Is it like Breaking Bad?” “Most aren’t that cool-looking.” “Sounds dangerous, though.” I nod, not one to sugarcoat anything. “I know what I’m doing.” “Good. Because I need you home tonight.” I’m tempted to tell her I love her again, because I never really do know what the day will bring. I suppose the danger is there for anyone who leaves the house: car accidents claim the lives of many every day, but it’s a little different when you’re leaving the house to go running into danger.

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.

“He’s right.” Jason stopped dead, his head snapping toward me. “No. Don’t you dare—” “I am dangerous.” My voice cracked, but I forced the truth out. “I don’t know what I am, or how I did that. I could hurt you. I could hurt anyone.” Mateo spun back, his eyes blazing. “You’re not dangerous to us,” he growled. “You hear me? To them, maybe. To whatever’s out there hunting you. But not to us.”

It felt like I was in a dangerous game. And if I wasn’t careful, I’d get burned. Follow my I. G: @authormiragreen.

“How comforting.” His expression didn't change. “It isn't supposed to be.” The honesty of that landed harder than reassurance would've. I looked back toward the windows again as rain blurred the city into gray streaks beyond the glass. “What are the actual dangers?” I asked quietly. This time Dante took slightly longer to answer. “Victor is dangerous when cornered,” he said. “Adrian is dangerous when underestimated.” “And Hannah?” At that, something colder entered his expression. “Hannah is desperate.”

"Am I that dangerous?" "Mmm," she picks up the remote. "You're not dangerous, but you're cunning and must be a playboy. I would be a fool to trust you once more ." F

I leaned back slowly in my chair, watching him carefully while the room emptied around us. “ They're not wrong either,” I said quietly. His eyes lifted toward mine immediately. “You are becoming dangerous.” The silence after that stretched longer than it should've. Imran looked away first, rubbing tiredly at his jaw before muttering, “You say that like it's a good thing.” “In this world?” I said calmly. “It is.” He shook his head once, standing from the chair while gathering the papers scattered across the table. “You know what the fucked-up part is?” He said quietly.