When Desire Turns Dangerous Novels & Stories

I clenched my thighs together in an attempt to squelch down the desire to climb on top of him and run my fingers through the light sprinkling of midnight black curls on his chest and absorbing the pleasurable heat of his Kai-scented skin against mine. Argh!!! Bloody hell! I was getting wet just thinking about it! There was a dull aching throb forming between my legs and that's when I realized there was seriously something wrong with me. I was turning into a freaking pervert! And I was so totally blaming Kai for this because he was the one that had made me enjoy sex so much! And he was the one that was made of rock hard sexiness! And he was the one who let me go to sleep without satisfying a

Strangely, Amora found herself deeply intrigued by him. There was a burning sensation in her body that made it difficult for her to control herself. Her breathing began to race with the rhythm of her fast-beating heart. One thing she felt was something stirring inside her, boiling fiercely. Amora's hand moved audaciously to touch the man's face. Her graceful fingers gently caressed his firm and cold features. Her gaze towards the man started to be filled with desire. Amora became aware of her actions when the man grabbed her hand and then pushed it away roughly.

"While others have gotten a bit more...visceral with their rivalry epithets. One thing's for certain, though - when these two alphas share the same stretch of tarmac, lightning is guaranteed to strike!" The screen flares with a rapid-fire sequence of still images - snapshots capturing our most intense moments of physical and psychological confrontation. Every salacious angle and compromising visual dissected for maximum discomforting impact. I squirm anew as I take in the entire incendiary tapestry of our escalating blood feud on full salacious display.

"Website? What website?" "It's a website where we post things about gossip and stuff it's kinda like that show I watch called Gossip Girl." She sat at the edge of my desk, typing on her phone. "Anyway, Seth has commitment issues, but he was in an interview yesterday, and he said he might try to find a woman at the ice ball that catches his eyes. And hopefully, that's me," she stated confidently. "Well good luck with that. There thousands of other girls out there just saying," I told her as she leaved.

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.

The fire crackles louder, as if bearing witness. And in that moment, wrapped in warmth and truth and longing, I know——whatever this is—it has already crossed the line where turning back is no longer possible. This is no longer just desire. It’s something far more dangerous.

There was no undoing it. Because in Dante Moretti’s world, curiosity and desire were never safe. But they were impossible to resist.

he pleaded, his eyes pleading for her to listen. But Susan remained resolute, increasing her speed as she sped away, leaving Jimmy in her wake. Undeterred, he chased after her, determined to reach her before it was too late. Suddenly, blinding car lights flashed in her eyes, causing her to lose control of the vehicle. In an instant, she crashed into a pole, the impact sending a shockwave of fear through Jimmy as he witnessed the accident unfold.

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.