He is my danger

He is my danger

Renata Costa · Ongoing · 197.1k Words

905
Hot
1.4k
Views
172
Added
Add to Shelf
Start Reading
Share:facebooktwitterpinterestwhatsappreddit

Introduction

I feel his penis so firm, even though it's still covered by his pants.

I feel like a woman on fire, eager for this man to claim me. I know he wants it as much as I do.

I massage him slowly, squeezing his penis which seems like it's about to burst through his pants, so hard.

Vittorio slides his hand into my panties, his index finger slipping into my wetness, making me tremble immediately.

"Your body is driving me crazy... you're perfect," he whispers, brushing his lips against mine.

"I want more... so much more!" I affirm.

He slowly slides my dress off my shoulders, exposing my breasts.

He brings his mouth to my stiff nipples, sucking and nibbling lightly.

My desire was ignited, and my body wanted to be fucked immediately.

"Giullia Santori, a shy and dedicated young music student with a passionate love for the piano, dreams of becoming a renowned musician. However, her peaceful life is turned upside down on a fateful night when she finds herself saving a stranger who is being brutally beaten in the dark streets of her city. What she doesn't realize is that the man she rescued is none other than Vittorio Cassini, one of the bosses of the Italian mafia.

Vittorio's gratitude for Giullia grows rapidly, leading him to take on a protector's role in her life. As she is drawn into this mysterious world of crime, a deep bond forms between them. As the danger escalates, Giullia finds herself increasingly involved in a game of shadows and secrets that threaten not only her safety but also her heart."

Chapter 1

GIULIA SANTORI’S POV

"Darn it, I'm running late!" I mutter.

I glance at the bedside alarm clock, which shows seven in the morning. It didn't go off at the expected time, causing me to start the day slightly annoyed.

I jump out of bed, take off my pajamas, and rush to the bathroom to start my morning routine. I shower warmly, put on comfortable clothes, and then have breakfast.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, wearing jeans, a white blouse, and a black hoodie to protect against the current cold weather in Milan and somewhat to conceal my body's curves with the heavy coat, as I'm a bit shy. I finish with casual black sneakers. My hair is long and dark, so I tie it up in a neat ponytail. I apply a touch of blush to my pale cheeks, light mascara to gently emphasize my gaze, and clear lip gloss to enhance my lips, and I'm ready.

I grab the bag I use to carry my belongings and descend the wooden stairs that lead to the open-plan living room and kitchen. I live alone in a quiet residential neighborhood. The house isn't a mansion, but it is comfortable enough for a peaceful life.

Breakfast is rushed, as I need more time. I quickly pour cereal and milk into a bowl, and as soon as I finish, I head out hurriedly. Passing the small front yard, I observe the weather. It's cloudy today, and considering the time, the atmosphere is calm, with little activity.

I need to catch the bus, which is five minutes away from my house. Its route includes Luigi University, where I study Music, and that's my final destination.

It doesn't take long for the bus to arrive, stopping for waiting passengers, and I get on.

"Good morning, Giulia!" the driver greets politely.

It's a daily routine, so the driver is already familiar with my presence there at this time on most days.

I gaze out of the bus's large window. Milan is entirely different from Bolzano, a small town a few kilometers away, where I was born and my parents still live. Sometimes, I feel a bit lonely, but the university keeps me busy, helping to alleviate that feeling.

About forty minutes later, I arrived at the university. I quickly disembarked from the bus, thanking the driver, Antoine, and rushed so as not to miss the first class.

When I enter the classroom, the professor begins his daily lecture, and I silently thank my luck for arriving in time to catch most of his explanation.

"Excuse me, teacher," I say softly and timidly.

He grants permission, and I'm relieved. I immediately head to my usual seat, and a few people around me glance at me. My face feels warm from blushing. I hate being the center of attention.

The class continues smoothly; today, it's mostly theoretical. I absorb all the explanations attentively; I've always dedicated myself to being an exemplary student and giving my best.

"Congratulations, Giulia. Your grades were the best in the class," the professor praises.

I was always shy and immersed in my world from a young age. I used music to uplift myself, feel more open, and soothe moments of sadness.

Today's class is full-time, which means it spans most of the day. Lunch is provided at the campus cafeteria, a cozy place where students can stay without needing to leave. I sit alone at one of the tables and have my meal.

"The usual?" the waitress asks, her smile ever-present.

"Yes, please... I'm famished," I affirm, returning her smile.

After finishing the meal, there's a leisure moment, and I choose to do one of my favorite things: play the piano. A room with instruments is available for students, and I take advantage of the empty slot to sit there and skillfully play the piano keys, immersing myself in the perfect sound I create.

I return to class after that, and there are more lessons in the afternoon. Different professors teach each class, but I'm familiar with all of them, as I've been here for a little over a year.

Then, at the usual time, as the day winds down, the last class ends, and I can finally head back home. I follow the same route to the bus stop of the same line, which will take me close to my house.

"How was your day, Giulia?" Antoine smiles, always helpful.

"Same as always, Antoine. And yours?" I politely inquire.

"Nothing out of the ordinary so far," he chuckles.

I head to one of the empty seats, and the same return route begins. I close my eyes, resting my head on the bus seat. I feel tired because today was a demanding day in terms of classes.

The sun had already set, giving way to the night. The bus stops at the corner a few minutes from my house. I get off, bid the driver farewell, and return home calmly. There's little activity on the street that day, which is expected in such a quiet neighborhood.

But at that moment, something catches my attention. Just ahead, there's an odd commotion. It's confusing to figure out what's happening, but I notice someone running across the street—likely a man, given his tall stature and muscular build. Behind him, four more men follow the same path, and it's at that moment I understand that it's a pursuit.

I'm very close to my house. My eyes widen in shock at the scene before me. The first man falls, and the others brutally pounce on him, raining down violent kicks and punches, spewing obscenities that I can't distinguish from this distance.

I found this act utterly cowardly. Knowing that the lone man wouldn't survive this onslaught was unjust, as he had no means of defense. I don't know what came over me, but I sprinted towards them, shouting as loudly as possible, attempting to save a life, even if it was a stranger's.

"The police are here!" I shout as loudly as possible.

At that moment, the men stop, exchanging incomprehensible words among themselves. One of them glances in my direction, but then they flee, heading in the opposite direction until they vanish.

I look at the man on the ground, writhing and groaning in pain. My heart is racing as I approach him. He needs help. I drop my bag to the ground and kneel beside him, not knowing what to do.

"Oh my God, let me... help you," I'm utterly confused.

The man places a hand on his likely injured ribs. He looks up at my face, and even though it's covered in blood, I can see his gaze fixed on mine. We lock eyes for a few seconds.

My attention shifts from his gaze when I notice more people approaching, and I become alarmed. I fear it might be the same men who attacked him, and in that case, we'd both be in danger.

"Vittorio... Vittorio, damn it!" one of them shouts.

As they come closer, I realize they're not the same men as before. They're acquaintances of the man who's now horribly injured on the ground. One of them helps him with difficulty, and I take a few steps back, still stunned by the situation.

"He was being attacked, and I... I yelled. They ran that way," I nervously point to the direction they fled.

"Are you alone?" He asks me, looking at me suspiciously.

"Yes," I reply, my voice trembling.

They look at me confused as if they can't believe I managed that alone. I look at the man once more; now that he's standing, despite his injuries and blood-soaked appearance, I can see he's handsome with a beard and Italian features, an athletic body dressed in black formal attire.

"Thank you for saving him. We need to tend to these wounds... let's go!"

One of them expresses gratitude, gesturing to the others who help the man, apparently named Vittorio, into a luxurious dark car parked a few meters away.

I stand still for a few minutes, watching the car drive away. I place my hand over my chest, my heart racing, still struggling to believe what happened. I pick up my bag from the ground and walk towards my house, trying to calm down and forget about that terrifying incident.

Last Chapters

You Might Like 😍

A pack of their own

A pack of their own

377.1k Views · Completed · dragonsbain22
Being the middle Child ignored and neglected, rejected by family and injured, She receives her wolf early and realizes she is a new type of hybrid but doesn't know how to control her power, she leaves her pack with her best friend and grandmother to go to her grandfather's clan to learn what she is and how to handle her power and then with her fated mate, her best friend and her fated mate little brother and grandmother start their own pack.
Up North

Up North

109.8k Views · Ongoing · eenboterham
"I prefer your moans, your gasps, and your whimpers. Don't hold them back, and I'll be more than satisfied..."
My hands move from his jaw to his hair, tagging at its ends. His hands travel down my body and pull the material from my shirt up my body, he places a wet kiss right beside my belly button. I tense as I let out a gasp. He makes his way up, showering my stomach with slow kisses, studying my body as he goes until the shirt is completely off and his mouth is on my neck.


Aelin has been mistreated by her pack for as long as she can remember, but as the threats of the Vampire Kingdom becomes more and more palpable, her pack has to call the Northerners to help them train and prepare for the Vampire Kingdom. What happens when the Northern Alpha takes a liking to Aelin?
Heartsong

Heartsong

234.2k Views · Completed · DizzyIzzyN
The LCD screen in the arena showed pictures of the seven fighters in the Alpha Class. There I was, with my new name.
I looked strong, and my wolf was absolutely gorgeous.
I looked to where my sister is sitting and her and the rest of her posse have jealous fury on their faces. I then look up to where my parents are and they're glaring at my picture, if looks alone could set shit on fire.
I smirk at them then I turn away to face my opponent, everything else falling away but what was here on this platform. I take my skirt and cardigan off. Standing in just my tank and capris, I move into a fighting position and wait for the signal to start -- To fight, to prove, and not hide myself anymore.
This was going to be fun. I thought, a grin on my face.
This book ”Heartsong” contains two books “Werewolf’s Heartsong” and “Witch’s Heartsong”
Mature Audience Only: Contains mature luangege, sex, abuse and violence
Fall in Love with the Dominant Billionaire

Fall in Love with the Dominant Billionaire

255.1k Views · Completed · Nora Hoover
Whispers abound that the prestigious Flynn scion is confined by paralysis and urgently requires a wife. Reese Brooks, an adopted ward of the rural Brooks family, finds herself unexpectedly betrothed to Malcolm Flynn as a stand-in for her sister. Initially scorned by the Flynns as an unsophisticated provincial with no semblance of refinement, Reese's reputation is further tarnished by malignant gossip painting her as an illiterate, inelegant murderess. Against all odds, she emerges as a paragon of excellence: the crème de la crème of fashion designers, an elite hacker, a titan of finance, and a virtuoso of medical science. Her expertise becomes the gold standard, coveted by investment titans and medical demigods alike, all while commanding the attention of Atlanta's economic puppeteer.
(Daily updates with three chapters)
The Billionaire's First Glance

The Billionaire's First Glance

53.1k Views · Ongoing · Jane Lexington
Amelie Cavanaugh has faced many hardships in her life. She was orphaned at 8 years old, ran away with her brother from foster care at 14 years old, and constantly worked to achieve her goal of the university. Just when her life is going to plan, life is turned upside down one blustery November day as her brother is injured during a football game. Billionaire Dr. Nathan Michaels is next in line to take over Michaels Investment Group as his grandfather, Carrington Michaels, is retiring. The problem is that the board members think his playboy ways need to be in line for the CEO position. Solution: Carrington Michaels tells Nathan he has 6 weeks to get married, or he will lose the company. A chance sighting of the stunning brown-haired Amelie in the hospital cafe sends Nathan's world into a spin, but when he turns around after receiving his order, she is gone. Who is she? Where did she go? How can he make her his? Will it even matter when a dark family secret involving both families could threaten any chance of happiness?
Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

64.2k Views · Ongoing · Velvet Desires
Trigger warning!!!

Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, possessive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries.

EXCERPT

Blood everywhere. Trembling hands.

"No!" My eyes blurred.

His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved—dead.

Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother.


Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move.

At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession.

Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom.

The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her.

On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother.

She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his.

But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
Nanny and Her Four Alpha Bullies

Nanny and Her Four Alpha Bullies

271.5k Views · Completed · Eve Above Story
Chloe's underclass mother is married to a billionaire, and she transfers to an elite school to become the first female werewolf warrior.But her origins make her a thorn in the side of the school's four ruling brothers.They have to take a little baby girl, less than a year old, to school.But the baby girl resists everyone ...... except Chloe.So Chloe, a new adult, is forced to become the baby girl's nanny and live in the bullies' dormitory?
The Last Spirit Wolf

The Last Spirit Wolf

125.8k Views · Completed · Elena Norwood
“INCOMING! 10 Injured Wolves and 3 Lycans! “ Sophie, my bestie, our alpha yells in my head.

“LYCANS?! Did you just say LYCANS?!

“Yes Vera!They are coming! Get your people ready.”

I couldn’t believe we actually have Lycans tonight.

I was told growing up that lycans and wolves were mortal enemies.

Rumors also said in order to protect their pureblood, Lycans were not allowed to marry wolves in generations.

I was still surprised but I couldn’t let my mind wander anymore. I’m a doctor.

A badly injured werewolf comes barging in through the E.R door, holding an unconscious wolf. I rush to them and the nurses that were already in their dresses and heels come to their aid.


What the hell happened?

I turn my full attention to the severely injured lycan and for a moment, it’s as if I can feel his slowing heart beat in my own chest. I check his vitals as a nurse reluctantly hooks him to all the machines. As I put my hand on his head to lift his eyelid and check for pupil response, I feel electricity run below my fingertips. What the…?

Without warning, his eyes shoot open startling me and sending both our heart rates through the roof. He looks at me intently; I would never think those eyes are of a man who is barely alive.

He whispers something too low for me to hear. I get closer and as he whispers again; he flat lines and my head is reeling.


Did he just whisper… mate?
An Ice Queen for sale

An Ice Queen for sale

74.9k Views · Completed · Maria MW
“Put them on.” I took the dress and the underwear, then I wanted to go back to the bathroom, but she stopped me. It felt like my heart stopped for a second when I heard her order. “Get dressed here. Let me see you.” I didn't get what she meant at first, but when she stared at me with impatience, I knew I must do what she said. I opened my robe and put it on the white sofa next to me. Holding the dress, I wanted to put it on when I heard her again. “Stop.” My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. “Put the dress on the sofa for a second and stand straight.” I did what she said. I stood there completely naked. She examined me from head to toe with her eyes. The way she checked my naked body made me feel terrible. She moved my hair behind my shoulders, gently running her index finger over my chest, and her gaze stopped at my breasts. Then she continued the procedure. Her gaze slowly moved down between my legs, and she looked at it for a while. “Spread your legs, Alice.” She squatted down, and I closed my eyes when she moved to see me from closer. I only hoped that she wasn’t a lesbian or something, but finally she stood up with a satisfied smile. “Perfectly shaved. Men are like that. I’m sure my son will like that too. Your skin is nice and soft, and you are muscular, but not too much. You are perfect for my Gideon. Put the underwear on first, then the dress, Alice.” I had many things to say, but I swallowed them back. I just wanted to escape, and that was the place and time, when I swore to myself I will succeed one time.

Alice is an eighteen-year-old, beautiful figure skater. Her career is just about to climax when her cruel stepfather sells her to a wealthy family, the Sullivans, to become the wife of their youngest son. Alice assumes that there is a reason a handsome man wants to marry a strange girl, especially if the family is part of a well-known criminal organisation. Will she find the way to melt the ice cold hearts, to let her go? Or will she be able to escape before it’s too late?
Claimed by my Brother's Best Friends

Claimed by my Brother's Best Friends

141.6k Views · Ongoing · Destiny Williams
TW: ABUSE, VIOLENCE, DARK ROMANCE, DADDY KINK
THERE WILL BE MM, MF, and MFMM sex
At 22 years old, Alyssa Bennett returns to her small hometown, fleeing her abusive husband with their seven-month-old daughter, Zuri. Unable to contact her brother, she reluctantly turns to his asshole best friends for help-despite their history of tormenting her. King, the enforcer of her brother's motorcycle gang, the Crimson Reapers, is intent on breaking her. Nikolai aims to claim her for himself, and Mason, ever the follower, is just glad to be part of the action. As Alyssa navigates the dangerous dynamics of her brother's friends, she must find a way to protect herself and Zuri, all while discovering dark secrets that could change everything.
The Mafia's Substitute Bride

The Mafia's Substitute Bride

49.9k Views · Ongoing · Western Rose
The space between them disappeared. She arched into him, tilting her head as his lips traced a slow path down her jaw, then lower.

Goodness, she wanted more.


Valentina De Luca was never meant to be a Caruso bride. That was her sister's role—until Alecia ran off with her fiancé, leaving behind a family drowning in debt and a deal that couldn’t be undone. Now, Valentina is the one offered up as collateral, forced into marriage with Naples’ most dangerous man.

Luca Caruso has no use for a woman who wasn’t part of the original bargain. To him, Valentina is nothing more than a replacement, a means to reclaim what was promised to him. But she isn’t as fragile as she seems. And the more their lives tangle, the harder she is to ignore.

Everything begins to go well for her, well, until her sister returns. And with her, the kind of trouble that could ruin them all.