I M More Dangerous Than You Novels & Stories

the man spoke almost hurriedly, his voice a sort of gravelly tone like he had chain-smoked a hundred cigarettes before trying to grab me off the street and do God knows what with me. “Mate? I am far from your mate, and I would advise you to leave before Security has to get involved.” “Security isn’t going to scare me man,” he sort of puffed his chest out, trying to be all masculine but the little machoness he had summoned was destroyed by a single scalding look from my boss, and his blistering declaration, “Oh the security would have to get involved to keep me from painting the ground a pretty shade of red. Much like the lipstick you are holding. And it wouldn’t be the lipstick on the ground

More dangerous. “You sound different.” Lena met her eyes fully. And Kass flinched. Because Lena’s gaze was no longer empty. It was alive. Filled with fire. “They’re coming,” Lena said softly. “You can threaten me. You can hurt me. But when they get here…” She leaned forward as far as the restraints allowed and whispered: “You’re dead.” Kass’s smile vanished. Her face hardened. She tapped a button on her wrist. Electricity surged through the restraints.

I hate that it still feels like home, I try to hold onto the anger. I try to remember my sister. My brother. My mother. But my body betrays me, my resistance weakens and my movements slow. The fight in my wrists turns into trembling instead of pushing. His kiss softens slightly. Not possession now or dominance, but something rawer, something breaking. My breathing shifts. And despite everything — Despite the war, the lies, the blood, the threat — I melt. Just a little. Because I still love him. And that is the most dangerous thing of all.

" and why not?" "because it's not safe." "yeah and leaving me alone on the streets at age 13 was safe. I'm 21 now. I have trained my entire life. I think it's safe enough for someone like me." "no" "why??" "just because." "just because why?" "because I don't trust you" "you couldn't find a dumber reason." "your so stubborn" "I learned from the best, aka you" "your not joining"

It's kind of funny seeing a guy as confident and powerful and dangerous-looking stuttering like a 5 year old, but the situation is stopling me from laughing. He sits there and he doesn't say, or do anything, just sits there for a few long moments; I'm not even sure if he's breathing. And then, all of a sudden, he stands up, pushing the chair bacwards so hard that it falls over, and covers his face with his palms. "Motherfucker." he mumbles to himself and then gives me that dangerous look he has when he's planning to kill someone. Oh boy. "With who? You're pregnant with who?" he roars out and I want to sink into the ground because everybody's eyes are on us.

"It sounds silly, but it helped us pass the time." "I don't doubt it." Dante leaned back, the picture of casual insouciance. "What would you liken me to?" A dragon. Glorious in his power, terrifying in his anger, and magnificent even in repose. "If you'd asked me before our truce, I would've said an ill-mannered boar," I said instead. "Since we're being nice, I'll upgrade you to a honey badger." "The most fearless animal in the world. I'll take it."

Which is more dangerous than Reves. More dangerous than Marre. Because it means the past is no longer closed. And something I thought was gone is now calling me back into it.

I left nothing out. Damien listened in complete silence. When I finished, he crossed the room and pulled me into his arms so tightly I could barely breathe. “You said no,” he whispered, almost in disbelief. “You chose me.” “I chose *us*,” I corrected, voice muffled against his chest. “But I’m terrified, Damien. What if she’s right? What if you really are dangerous?” He tilted my chin up, eyes blazing with intensity. “I *am* dangerous. To everyone except you and our children. I would rather die than let anything happen to you three.”

Miles was going to be the death of me. Dom: How’s that for harmless? Miles: Do me harm, please. 😈 I stared at my phone, my cock still painfully hard in my sweats. Oh, she was playing a dangerous game.

she murmured. “I’m not going to sit here and profess to be a fucking angel, but I’ve never hurt a woman or a child. More than I can say for half the fucking guys who come here. Maybe I have a twisted definition of worse, but I’d say those things constitute a fucking warning.” Scraping his fingers across his shaven scalp, he let out a sharp exhale. “On the list of dangerous people here, I can name at least fifty who are more psychotic than I am.” “I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?”