Novel & Cerita When Desire Turns Dangerous

I blurted curtly, peering intently into his eyes as he stared back at me. Slowly, he nodded and exhaled heavily. "I really wish it was a vampire girl that you saved from being raped. You have come across many in dangerous situations of both rape and assault, and you ignore them and walk away." He sighed, and every single word from his mouth was just pouring down like heavy rainfall inside my head. I closed my eyes tight, trying to shut away his voice, but I couldn't. Instead, they were echoing, and I was feeling every damn truth in them. Was it too obvious that I was feeling something special and different for that wolf girl?

“She’s just excited.” ‎ ‎He didn’t argue. ‎ ‎But his eyes remained thoughtful. ‎ ‎“She watches too carefully,” he added. ‎ ‎I exhaled softly. “You think she’s plotting something?” ‎ ‎“No.” ‎ ‎His tone was steady. ‎ ‎“I think she wants something.” ‎ ‎The distinction settled heavily. ‎ ‎“And that’s dangerous?” ‎ ‎“Desire isn’t dangerous,” he said calmly. “Unmanaged desire is.” ‎ ‎I crossed my arms lightly.

It’s like he was capable of touching me with his gaze, caressing me with his stare that screamed uncontrollable desire. “This is so fucked up,” I whispered. “Isn’t it?” He leaned down and sucked a nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling against the tip. I gasped, my eyes rolling back in my head before my nipple popped out of his mouth as he straightened. “That’s what makes all of this so goddamn good.” “What? The fact that you want to kill me the one minute, then fuck me the next?” “That’s what’s turning you on, isn’t it? The fact that you feel unsafe with me, that you don’t know what to expect? You think you fear the unknown, lila, when in fact you relish it.”

Yet every time Zane passed by, that forbidden thrill that made my body come alive. I was torn. Caught between the safe love I knew and the dangerous desire I craved. And I had no idea how this week was going to end.

When he pulled back just enough to look at me, his chest heaving slightly, and I— I was wobbly, almost. “Curiosity can be dangerous, kitten… you understand that?” He brushed his thumb against my lower lip. I pressed my forehead to his, “And what about desire? Equally dangerous?” I whispered with a lusty tone, letting him feel my desire for him, not caring what it makes me. Lucien’s dark chuckle rumbled through the air. Amused. “Yes,” he said, then his lips descended to mine again, faster this time, hungrier, hands roaming with practiced ease.

It was the one thing he didn’t know how to fight. Desire. And for a man like Damien, desire was the most dangerous thing in the world. I looked toward the doorway where he had disappeared, the light still spilling out into the rain. My heart wouldn’t slow down, no matter how hard I tried. I pressed my hand to my lips, feeling the heat still there, and whispered to the empty night, And I knew whatever we had crossed tonight, there was no going back. The storm outside would pass. But the one between us had just begun.

So I took her hand. The music became slow and heavy and it wrapped around us. She held my waist, firm and sure. She pulled me close, so close that her lips almost brushed my cheeks. “You’re trembling,” she whispered. “I’m not scared,” I breathed. “Good.” Her fingers dug into my hip. “Fear is boring. Desire is better.” Across the room, Adrian stood with the man in black. They spoke low, too low to hear, until the stranger placed a hand on Adrian’s shoulder. Adrian didn’t move away. He didn’t stop him.

Neither pulled away immediately. “Thanks,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your evening.” “You’re not.” He leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “Working on the essay?” “Trying to.” She clutched the book to her chest like a shield. “Your question today about denial… it got me thinking. Sometimes acknowledging desire is scarier than pretending it doesn’t exist.” The words hung heavy. Julian’s jaw tightened. He knew exactly what she meant. The tension that had been building for weeks was suddenly palpable in the small room.

I mumbled under my breath. He looked down at me, naked, trembling, covered in sweat and the seed of seven men, with cold, possessive hunger. “You’ve impressed Jax,” Victor said, his voice smooth and dangerous. “But his training was only preparation. Now you enter my world. Dark Desires. Where consent is a luxury… and obsession is law.” He stepped closer. Behind him, more figures emerged from the shadows, tall and powerful men with masked faces, their primal energy radiating from them. Their presence felt different from the Club. Wilder. More dangerous.

"Your turn, truth or dare?" I finish scrubbing my body and reach for the shower knob to turn it on again. Water bursts on top of us as I close my eyes and wash my body of the soapy feeling. "Dare," I answer. "Kiss me, Harley." My breath catches my throat when I hear him. "Kiss me like you want me." Silence follows his words as I let them sink into my mind. We are under the shower together — naked and drenched — and all I can think about is giving in. I want to see what will happen if I surrender to our attraction.