When Desire Turns Dangerous Novels & Stories

They could only hope. I shifted, antsy. Desiree, ever the dramatic one, would prolong the suspense with a long speech before the grand finale. Perfect. More time for me to grab a drink and scout my next victim. Our eyes met, and I winked, a silent message passing between us. She gave a subtle nod, and I turned, heading for the bar.

The slave couldn't go against their master so she had to be alive. A war was started between desire and hate in his mind and they were telling him to either watch her die or torture to death, make her like a dead body that was still breathing. Desire told him to save her and keep her away from the world, tied in his mansion, and destroy her in every possible way. Hate told him to just watch her die or kill her if she's alive. He followed the conclusion and went to see her not knowing what to do after that, whether to give in to desire or kill her in hate.

I saw the demon posses Sylvester, I could see it in his eyes “Who?” Desiree turned around looking very tired and drained. “Killian, is that why you are turning me down?”. “Please leave!” She avoided the question. Sylvester raged the more… Even I got scared for Desiree’s life…he was raging so bad. “What does he have that I don't?” Sylvester raged. “You and Killian are not the same!” She almost yelled back. He turned around and in a split second a cup went flying past her ear from Sylvester.

“I—Damian, I—” “Say it, or I stop.” She looked down at him, eyes wild, trembling with both desire and defiance. “I want it. I want you.” His smirk was unholy. He slid two fingers inside her as his tongue returned to its wicked task. Her body betrayed her instantly—clenching, trembling, surrendering to everything he was. And as she came apart, she realized something far more terrifying than pleasure: She didn’t care about the consequences anymore. She wanted the danger.

He shifted to hold my hand, eyes roaming around my face in search of something I’m not sure what. “I want to tell you everything. Be fair to you by not keeping you in the shadows of the life I’m living, but this one is beyond what I could handle, and knowing more could put your life in danger. Fuck, your life is already in danger by being with me. This enemy we’re facing is nothing like we’ve ever faced before. They have no remorse. They take what’s important to us because we’ve been causing them problems. They silenced Gutierrez, and this thing with Maya was a message. A fucking memo that having a normal life is not an option for me.” “Roman-“

For some reason his gaze did not bother me. I looked at the gorgeous fountain once more. It was enticing to say the least, but now I knew how dangerous it was. It had to be one of her games. I saw her the slight twitch near her eye when I did not reach for the fountain again. She probably thought that it would be extremely simple to get my to share my deepest desire, which I was not even sure of what it was, so that she could use it against me in her damn dreamscape. Well, I was not as easily gotten rid of. “Sometimes desires can confuse both the head and the heart. Just because we desire something does not mean it is something we need nor is something we need necessarily something we desire

"who are you and what do you want?!" Amber commanded even though though fear could clearly be heard in her voice. She tried to look tough even though she was a wreck deep inside her. "Oh you are a tough one hmm, I love tough ones especially when I crack them. Don't you just love that?" The second man spoke looking at her from head to toe then looking at the third man like seeking for approval from him. "Yes I love that very much, and this one will be very fun am sure" he responded while licking his lips and walking towards her, he squatted to her lever then started brushing his finger against her face like rubbing dew from a leaf.

Her wet thighs slid apart with little conscious effort, and she sighed when the cloth went between them. She knew now that a crisis of some kind was approaching, an unknown pinnacle of physical sensation. Every part of her was filled with a deep, sweet yearning, laden with a hunger that she couldn’t quite define. Maybe this was the ‘desire’ the books spoke of: the rapture, the very transports of passion? It seemed almost incomprehensible that she should feel it with these women when the idea of a man made her shudder, and yet somehow she was helpless to resist.

“The job did that, not you. I knew the risks when I signed on. I’ve faced worse things than we did today. And yet here I am, safe and sound.” The touch was so gentle, almost a caress. She couldn’t help but lean into it. His eyes darkened from caramel to amber. The air between them felt electric, crackling with tantalizing possibility. She wanted to touch him, be held in those strong arms, have him pin her beneath him on the double bed behind her and strip everything away with his hands and mouth until she was naked and his for the taking. She wanted to stop thinking, seize the moment and feel alive. To hell with waiting. She placed her hands on his wide shoulders, reveling in the strength an

My hands clenched around a cup of coffee I barely drank, the bitterness grounding me as I stared out at the lights below. I replayed the moment over and over—the brush of her shoulder, the look in her eyes, the fact that she hadn’t moved away. This wasn’t curiosity. It was something else. Something far more dangerous. I knew the truth then. Desire had already won the first battle. Treason wasn’t coming. It was here. And the longer I resisted it, the more it consumed me.