When Desire Turns Dangerous Novels & Stories

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

He wished that this joyful chapter could last forever. Meanwhile, Taylor refused to back down, constantly seeking ways to get close to Jimmy. Yet, he remained steadfast, never granting her the opportunity she sought. Mirabel, however, was relentless in her belief that they should rekindle their romance, despite Greg urging her to let it go. Undeterred, she pressed on. Meanwhile, Jimmy and Susan continued to explore the depths of their love, savoring their moments together without interruption.

It moves down to my face, as if memorizing every curve, and then, to my lips, lingering a second too long before snapping back to my eyes. Every bit of this feels dangerous. My throat suddenly feels so parched as a strange heat engulfs me. I want to take a step closer to him, but at the same time, I want to run far away. It feels like I am standing on a cliff edge, aware that one wrong move will send me falling. “Ares…” "You should go," he says stiffly, pulling his gaze away from me and raking a hand through his hair. I should. It is the right thing to do. But my feet wouldn’t listen to my brain. Instead, I give in to my body, stepping just a little closer to him, daring us both.

Every flicker of his gaze felt like a touch, and I had to remind myself that this wasn’t supposed to be about longing or lips brushing over wine glasses. This was supposed to be about answers. But then he said it, that word that cut straight through me. “Dangerous.” The way he looked at me when he said it, like I was fire and he wanted to burn. My lips curved before I could stop them. “Good. That was the idea.” Dangerous. Maybe I was. Dangerous to myself. Because sitting across from him, I realized how much I had missed this. Him. The intensity, the pull, the way I couldn’t look at anyone else when he was in the room.

lust, hate, desire tangled into one impossible woman. And I knew, deep down, that this war, this fire, this dangerous game between us… was far from over.

There will be no holding back. The desire gets so intense, my breaths coming quicker, sharper, but I force myself to stop, guilt twisting in like a knot. What the hell am I doing? This could blow up everything. But as sleep finally pulls me under, one thought lingers clearly. I want more than a kiss. I need him. Damn the risks.

he murmured, not standing from the bed but not looking away either, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t stop pretending that this is nothing.” She did not look away. She did not move nor breathe. And in that moment—a burning, fragile moment—their desire stood naked between them, undeniable and dangerously close to breaking. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And wanting, she realized, was far more powerful than she had ever expected.

We did the project and even lost track of time. Our heads snapped to the door as we heard the door creak open, and in comes Daniel. Holding his books in one hand and probably dinner in the other. "Woah, I didn't know we had a guest. Who is this beautiful damsel?" He asked. "Keep your eyes off her Daniel." I warned him, mainly because he has a girlfriend and she has anger issues. She would skin Scarlet alive if she found out he called her a beautiful damsel. "Relax Fabian, I won't touch your girl." He said and gave me a wink before walking to his bed.

“It’s when you recognize the risk and the desire at the same time. That tension? That’s where the fire lives. And fire… burns brightest when shared.” Her chest tightened as she felt his words resonate deep inside. Desire, unspoken but palpable, surged in the spaces between them. “You’re… dangerous,” she whispered, almost to herself, her eyes tracking his every movement. “Relentless, calculating, always one step ahead… and yet, somehow, I need it. I need you.” He smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of lips, holding a promise in his gaze. “Dangerous,” he murmured, “only to those who underestimate it. To you… I’m exactly what you need. Even if you don’t realize it yet.”

When I turned back, he was staring at me intensely. "You're playing a dangerous game," he said, stopping inches from me. "Maybe I do," I said, reaching up to trace my finger along his jaw. "Maybe I want them to see. To know that I'm yours." He grabbed my wrist, his grip firm but not painful. "You're mine, Lena. But if anyone finds out…" "Then we'll be more careful." I stepped closer, pressing my body against his, feeling his cock harden through his trousers. "But right now, I don't want to be careful. I want you to fuck me on this podium where you lecture.”