When Desire Turns Dangerous Novels & Stories

Her lips were still red and scandalously wet. “My assistant had it drafted,” I answered. Our eyes met. Her brown eyes dropped to my lips. All her usual stubbornness and snark had vanished, replaced by raw desire. Desire is a dangerous tool, I thought. Even I wasn’t immune to its grip. If I hadn’t stopped us that night in the pool, I would have fucked her right there, where anyone could have walked in. My gaze dropped to her lips. The pink flesh was still swollen and red, as if announcing what had just happened in this room.

The moment the door closed, the house felt different — heavier, more dangerous. I spent most of the day hiding in my room, reading my secret romance books to distract myself. The stories of innocent girls being seduced by older, forbidden men only made me wetter. Was I really turning into one of those girls? By midnight I couldn’t fight it anymore. I stood in front of my mirror for a long time, heart racing. I changed into my shortest silk nightdress and, after a lot of hesitation, put on a tiny black lace thong underneath. I felt so shy and slutty doing it, but something inside me wanted to look desirable for him.

Désire ripped Nikolai away from her. "I'm always saving your ass," he muttered to the boy who was now on the ground. "And you!" Désire growled, eyes glowing fiercely. "I can have you locked up for the illegal use of drugs, I can have you locked up for stuffing somebody without their consent and I can have you locked up for trying to rape someone!" He said hotly, harsh breath fanning the girl's face. "I'm a minor, you can't do anyth–"

My chest tightened until it felt like my ribs might crack from the pressure. I dragged in a sharp inhale through my nose and pressed my fingers hard against my temples, nails digging into skin. Get her out of your head. But it was useless. Completely, devastatingly useless. Because it wasn't just desire anymore. Lust, I could handle. Lust was simple, primal, something that could be satisfied and forgotten. But this—this was something else entirely. Something far more dangerous than want, more terrifying than need.

No second times, and definitely no strings attached. They always want more. Always think they're different. As if I haven't seen their type a thousand times before—wide eyes, trembling lips, hope curled around their fingertips like a goddamn prayer. As if spreading your legs a night before Church gathering would give them a place in heaven or whatever place these goddamn people have made up. Begging on knees. Praying. But prayers don't work on men like me. I take. I ruin. I walk away. Because desire is a dangerous thing.

Darien whispered back, his voice dropping into a rough, gravelly register as his gaze locked onto my mouth. "But I'm the monster that keeps you safe."He dropped his head, his mouth capturing mine in a deep, punishing, and aggressive kiss. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't the romantic man from the courthouse. This was raw male dominance, a total claim that left me completely breathless and shivering against the wall, his taped knuckles digging into my wrists above my head as he completely took over my senses.

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

Whatever he wants to do is all to please you. Luca sets me down and sets forward, unlocking a door. We step into a dark room. My chest is thrumming loudly. I think I may die of excitement. He turns on the switch by the wall, and the red bulb lights the room, giving it a red glowing form. It smells like danger. My eyes scan the room, and the first thing I notice is that there is no bed. Ropes and chains are hanging loose on the walls and the ceilings. Do he suspend women from the ceiling and fuck them? My feet go cold as I spot whips and rods. My nose is filled with the smell of drugs. This man is twisted, and I'm even more twisted for wanting him. He unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to the

"We can't stay like this forever, I said, feeling weird. The whole complications had taken the love and fun out of it. We were both novices in this department. Hopefully, we get the hang of it soon." Soon he pulled out of me and stood up to exercise his waist. His eyes were still wolfish. "Why do you have your wolf eyes up till now?" I asked him, and he smiled. "So do you. It is your heat. Your scent will stir up a desire in any wolf close by. If I do to you what my instincts want me to do, I might hurt you, Tia. I am controlling myself right now. You smell so fucking good," he said, and I smiled.