I M More Dangerous Than You Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You don’t.” “I have a kid.” “And I’m not asking you to choose.” The air feels thin. “You don’t know that,” I reply. “I do.” His thumb brushes my lower lip. Memory slams into me. I shouldn’t want him again. But I do. “You’re dangerous,” I say softly. “So are you.” That almost makes me laugh. “I’m a single mom who works too much and curses under her breath.” “You walked away without screaming,” he says. “That’s more dangerous than fists.”

It was brief, but enough for my mind to stagger a bit. This man is dangerous... way too dangerous. “What do you say? Do we have a deal?”

she asked, reaching between them to wrap her fingers around his cock. His breath whistled through his teeth and he flexed in her grip. "Common sense—which apparently I don't seem to have—says I should never have started with you. I'll probably go to hell for pulling you into this life I live. It's too erratic. Too unsafe. But the truth is, the minute I saw you my brain took a vacation and my body took over. And with each time we spent together, you became more and more important to me. Now I've put you in danger, yanked out of your home in the middle of the night—"

I move closer. Because the more dangerous something is, the more valuable it becomes. And if there’s one thing about me that never changes— I don’t walk away from what I want. Even if it destroys me. Especially then.

"You're buzzing with power you don't fully command, you're emotionally shredded, and you have enemies circling from every angle. Whether you like it or not, that makes you dangerous." My jaw tightened. "To who?" "To yourself," she replied quietly. The space got quiet again, but it was different kind of silence than before. It was heavier, honest. She didn't look triumphant about saying it. She looked like someone who'd said that to herself once. I hated how that stung. "Don't look so offended," she added, shrugging it off. "Dangerous is good. It means you can change things... if you stop letting everything break you first."

I looked up at him, licking my swollen lips. “Anytime the fire comes back… you know where to find me.” I said even though I know that was not really possible. He stared at me for a long beat, then let out a rough laugh, shaking his head. “You’re dangerous.” I grinned, feeling filthy, used, and completely fucking satisfied. “Only for you.”

And the closer I got— The more dangerous I became. “Next time,” I said quietly… My voice steady. My eyes burning with something unstoppable. “I don’t let him walk away.”

“She’s unpredictable. Dangerous. She might turn on you just as easily.” I shrugged, tilting my head with that same confident, dangerous grin. “Then I’ll be ready for her. I can handle Marian. I’ve handled worse. And this… this is bigger than both of us. This is about claiming what’s rightfully mine.” My voice dropped into a growl, raw, dangerous, and Lester flinched slightly, sensing the fire coiling inside me.

Well she is in for it already, cause I won't let her go till I get what I want. "Alright, lets go." I said, smiling widely. Today was going to be a great day, lovely, nice, amazing. I am so going to enjoy this babe. We walked together hands in hands like couples who are really in love. It is a pity I do not do love. ******* I've seen that girl before she is so dangerous, That girl is so dangerous, that girl is so bad yeah!

she announced, which made him annoyed. "We don't have to. We can start over, friends! We can just be friends," he offered, which made her scoff. "I'm dangerous," she said before turning to face him. "Well then, I protected someone dangerous from harm," he said as he approached her. Their bodies almost touching, he stopped in front of her. She stood straight up before going on her tippy toes to hold his chin up with her index finger. "Tell me, Silvester. Is it worth the risk of death to be close to me?" she asked with a small smirk and a tempting face as if she was the devil.