When Desire Turns Dangerous Novels & Stories

“No.” A chill ran down her spine, but it wasn’t fear she felt—it was something far more dangerous. Excitement. Lust. Madness. She should have run. But instead, she grabbed his face and kissed him. --- Steamy Chaos Dante growled against her lips, shoving her back onto the bed. His weight pressed down on her, his heat searing into her skin. “Is this what you want?” he rasped, dragging his teeth along her throat. “To be ruined?”

Was that…desire? The only thing I was able to move were my eyes and they followed Ross as he left the dining room. A minute later, he returned with two similar lengths of rope in his hand. I barely had time to put my thoughts together before he pounced on me, binding both my hands to the dining table. Afterwards, he placed his hands softly on my exposed legs. I found my voice suddenly. “Wha–what’s going on?” I asked in fear. “You disobeyed me. And I’m going to punish you,” he said sternly. But instead of fear, his voice struck me with something else. Desire. I could feel it in every area in my body, overshadowing everything else that I felt.

“I mean it. Please stay.” And as I looked into his eyes, I realized… This was dangerous. The fact I wanted to stay was dangerous. My desires were dangerous.

I had to act like nothing happened. All day at work I kept thinking about it. How Damon fucked me harder right after Mom almost walked in. How I came so fast from the panic. I hated that it turned me on. I hated the fact that I wanted more even though it was dangerous. When I got home that evening Damon was waiting. He looked different. Serious. Not just horny. “We’re going out,” he said. “Where?” I asked. “You’ll see.”

“I can smell what you feel.” Her legs felt weak. Dante’s voice dropped, velvet-dark. “Desire is dangerous in our world. It doesn’t fade. It claims.” Ari looked between them, panic tangling with something far worse. Want. “So what,” she whispered, “you’re saying I’m just supposed to pretend none of this affects me?” Kai took a step forward, fists clenched. “I’m saying if you let it affect you, you won’t survive.” The generator lights flickered.

4 ''There's a difference between jealousy and self-respect," I said, just when the people we are having a meeting with, came in. 60 - Time skip - After the meeting, I went to the office did some work ignoring Mr. Ego the entire day and currently, I am on my way home but, I heard someone screaming help. So I don't know what got over me but, I parked my car quickly and I grabbed my gun and by the way, Black Wind is engraved into it. 2 I listened to where the sound was coming from, and it led me to a dark alleyway. I found about fifteen men against nine. Eight were on the floor and one was crying until the gunshot went off and he was dead.

The expression on his face remained blank, and his dark eyes, shining like pearls, revealed his deep feeling of annoyance and discontent. But it was a life or death type of situation for Scarlett. She was in trouble. She clenched his arms more tightly, and tears began streaming from her eyes. From this vantage point, Mr. Sandler finally saw the girl’s face clearly. Her ruined makeup and faded, cracking lipstick couldn’t conceal her yet unripe and tender beauty. Her eyes were watery with tears. They were filled with panic and despair– she was like an injured fawn in the forest. Mr. Sandler had heard of these types of places. They dealt in the business of desire and sex– they offered wealthy m

" Alexander studied her for a moment, his eyes unreadable. Then he leaned forward, his voice low. "Desire and danger," he said. "Those are the two themes I'm interested in exploring. The things that drive us to do what we do, even when we know it's dangerous." Lila felt a shiver run through her at his words. She could sense the undercurrent of danger in everything he did, in everything he said. And she couldn't help but feel drawn to it. As they talked, Lila found herself getting lost in the conversation, the champagne going to her head. She felt a sense of intimacy building between them, a connection that went beyond the project.

he growls lowly, leaning so close I can feel his breath brush against my face. “My pleasure too," I remind him breathily. “Your desires are founded on a deep hatred for me. You want me in my most vulnerable state to prove something to yourself." His gaze flickers down to my lips. “Or maybe it’s because everything you do turns me on, and angers me at the same time.” It feels good being this honest. Liberating. Even if it's going to have untold consequences soon enough.... “Mark my words, if you continue to push me, you will draw yourself into a world you know nothing about," Ark says darkly.

A girl in a white shirt and a pair of red trousers walked to the table with a rack of drinks and a bucket of ice. I turned my attention to the stripper whose shape was like an hour glass, though slender like a domestic cat, and her skin was glossy like polished glass. She had bouncy, apple shaped breasts with a tattoo in the space between them. There was fluidity in her movement as she swirled around the pole mounted inside the cage. She put her head down and raised her legs up. She slowly parted her legs. With one hand, she balanced herself at a spot and the other hand somehow found its way to her groin area. The index finger of her free hand got lost inside her panties and when it came out