Dangerous Touch (Dangerous Lovers 1 - English Edition)

by Melody Adams

  Contents

  Title

  Copyright

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  Dangerous Touch

  Dangerous Lovers Book 1

  Melody Adams

  Dark Romance

  Dangerous Touch

  Dangerous Lovers Book 1

  Melody Adams

  German Edition 2020

  English Edition 2020

  Love & Passion Publishing

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  copyright © 2020 by Melody Adams

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  The first time I see her, I know she's my next victim. What I don't know is that with her, everything will be different.

  He comes to me in the dark. I never see his face. I don't know who he is. The only thing I know is his passionate embrace, his dark alluring scent that clouds my senses.

  When I tell my sister about my mysterious lover, I learn more than I can handle. My dark stranger is a serial killer. They call him the Gentleman Killer. He seduces women and pleasure them in ways they've never experienced before, and then he kills them. Strangles them during the act. To protect myself, I get taken to a safe house. But he finds me, takes me with him. Now he has me at his mercy. Although I now know what he is and what awaits me, my body cannot help but long for his dangerous touch.

  Before you continue

  Dangerous Touch is a dark romance and psycho thriller. If you want to dive into the dark world of Alic, you need strong nerves and a good stomach. If you are looking for a gentle love story, you have come to the wrong place. Don't turn the next page, but use your 7-day return policy if you're not sure you're ready to be a passenger on this trip. Alic is not a hero. He is the definition of anti-hero. He's attractive, sinfully sexy – yes – but he's also a sociopathic serial killer. This book contains graphic scenes of violence and sex. The sex is also not always consensual or romantic. If you have a problem with such topics, end the book here.

  But if it doesn't frighten you. If you are brave enough – and maybe a little creepy-curious ;) – then read on and find out what's going on in the mind of a sociopathic killer.

  Prologue

  Alic

  Her blue eyes widen as I firm my grip around her slim neck. Her pussy gets even tighter, holding me so firm it almost hurts. I know what's going on inside her head. Know the cloud of euphoria on which she floats, even though a part of her brain knows that she will die. The rush. The pleasure. It's stronger than the fear of death. Endorphins turn the moment that should be cruel and frightening into pure ecstasy. My own climax is just as close. The thrill, the knowledge that she will draw her last breath when I find my fulfillment, an intoxicating cocktail in my own head. A silent scream comes over her lips as the orgasm races through her body. Her pussy spasms around my cock. My fingers squeeze harder as I explode inside her. The light in her eyes goes out as I give my last drop. I close my eyes to savor the moment before I slowly pull my cock out of her and take the condom off. I let my gaze glide over her peaceful, still form. The expression of fulfillment still on her features, her lips slightly parted. I bend over her and press a tender kiss on her lips.

  "Rest gently, sweetheart," I whisper at her mouth.

  I turn away from the bed and clean up the scene of the crime. I'm too clever to leave any traces. Neither on the scene of the crime, nor on the body. The condom disappears in my pocket before I leave the apartment. Outside, the first rays of the sun greet me. The warm tingling on my skin reinforces the satisfaction I always experience after a kill. Yes, I am aware that it's wrong what I am doing. I'm a sociopath, but not an idiot. Does it make my crimes better that my victims don't suffer? That I give them pleasure and then, in a moment of ecstasy, they take their last breath? – Probably not. Does that bother me? – No! A sociopath feels no pity, no remorse, and no guilt. I am one hundred percent selfish. All I care about is what I want. What I need. Yes, I make sure to pleasure the women, instead of just taking them by force, but even that has completely selfish reasons. It increases the thrill. The knowledge that I can manipulate them. That they give themselves to me willingly. That even as they face their end, they're still completely caught in my web.

  An older lady approaches me with her cocker spaniel. The dog is wagging its tail in greeting, and I bend down to pet it before I give the lady my most charming smile.

  "Fine weather for a morning walk," I say.

  "This it is, young man," replies the old lady, smiling up at me. "Leo seems to like you," she adds with a nod towards the dog.

  I smile at her brightly and tap lightly on the dog's head as he licks my hand.

  "Come Leo. Leave the nice young man. Sure we'll stop him from doing something important."

  I'll straighten up after I give Leo one last tickle behind his ears.

  "No, ma'am. There's always time for pleasantries."

  The old lady beams at me as she pats me grandmotherly on the arm.

  "I wish all young men these days were as well-mannered and polite. The woman that will marry you is lucky to have acquired such a jewel of a man," she says with a glance at my ring less hand. "Too bad my granddaughter is already married."

  I laugh and wink at the old lady.

  If only she knew. She doesn’t see the monster lurking under my skin. She only sees a good looking young man with polite manners.

  "Too bad you're already spoken for," I say, glancing at her own hand with a wedding ring on it.

  The lady giggles, blushing slightly. My charm works on women of all ages. Nobody would ever suspect me to me a coldblooded serial killer.

  "You remind me very much of my Henry," she says. "He's as much a charmer as you are. – Now, we must get on our way. Have a nice day, young man."

  "Likewise," I reply and tap my forehead in greeting, before whistling to myself and continuing on my way.

  Chapter 1

  Alic

  My eyes never leave her. Since I discovered her a little over an hour ago, I've been burning with the desire to have her. She is my next victim. She's taller than I prefer, and she's not blonde. Her long black hair shines in the light of the massive chandeliers. Her lips are painted blood-red. She looks quite the seductress, a woman who knows what she wants. But I can sense that her self-confidence is just a mask. I notice how her gaze keeps searching for an escape route when she laughs at something one of her many admirers says. I see how she hardly noticeably flinches when one man, apparently by chance, touches her. It doesn't surprise me when after what seems like an eternity; she sneaks towards the exit while two of her friends distract her admirers for a while. That is my cue. I leave the ballroom through a second exit. In the shadows, I stop and wait until she steps out of the ballroom into the hallway. She hurries down the sparsely lit corridor and I move out of the shadows. I follow her on quiet soles along the hallway and up a staircase to the upper floor. She disappears into one room and I smile to myself as I imagine how surprised she will be that her escape has led her into my net. Making sure that nobody is around, I quietly open the door and enter the bedroom where my kitten has taken refuge. A glance through the dark room tells me that she is not here. A curtain blows softly in the breeze from the open balcony door. Once again, I smile. She is on the balcon
y. Perfect. I sneak across the room and step outside. She stands with her back to me, her hands on the railing as she stares down into the dark garden. She doesn’t hear me approaching, but she feels my presence a split second before I reach out for her. My hand swallows the scream that escapes her throat as I press myself against her from behind.

  Gotcha, Kitten!

  Heather

  My heartbeat calms as I breathe in the cool night air. I'm glad I escaped the stuffy ballroom and all those guys. I hate these events, but my father insists that I play host. Since my sister doesn't live here anymore, all the responsibility falls on me. Susan works for the FBI. She hunts down the bad guys in the world. I wish I were as brave and tough as she is. But I'm weak. People disturb me at times. Especially men. I can't even tell where my fears come from. I had been a reserved child. As a teenager, I had not fancied boys as much as the other girls and preferred to hide in my room with a good book. Even now, at twenty-two, I am still insecure in the presence of others. I had never had a boyfriend. My female friends are not really familiar to me either. I tolerate them so that I at least appear normal on the outside. Nobody really knows what is going on inside of me.

  I startle from my thoughts when suddenly the hairs on my neck stand on end, and my inner alarm bells ring. I open my mouth for a scream, but a big hand covers my mouth, suppressing the sound. A hard body presses itself against me from behind. My heart threatens to jump out of my chest, and my knees soften from fear.

  "Sshhh," a deep voice murmurs in my ear. Warm breath tickles my neck. "Relax, kitten. I'm not gonna hurt you."

  Even though the fear is closing my chest like a vice, his voice has an almost hypnotic effect on me. I freeze as warm lips descend on my neck. The touch is light as a feather, sending a shiver down my spine. The stranger behind me is aroused. I can feel his erection pressing against my lower back. My heart pounds painfully against my ribs, and blood rushes in my ears.

  "Settle," he murmurs, putting his free hand on my thigh. "Close your eyes, kitten. Feel me. Feel what you're doing to me." He presses his erection closer to me. His smell of man and aftershave lulls me in, gives me an irrational feeling of security and safety. His heat seeps through out clothing. I hold my breath, my heart pounding. His tongue strokes along my neck to my ear, and another shiver runs down my body. There is a tingle between my legs, warm and wet. "That’s it, kitten. Give yourself to me. I know you want to. Sshhhh." His tongue plays with my earlobe and I groan softly behind his hand. Who would have known that I am so sensitive there?

  A sudden pain startles me as he bites my earlobe. He relieves the pain with his tongue. The hand in front of my mouth moves. A finger slides between my lips into my mouth and I gasp in surprise.

  "Suck!" He demands.

  I obey. His finger tastes slightly salty. The tip is rough. Butterflies dance in my stomach as the other hand slides lower on my thigh until it reaches the hem of my knee-length dress. Then the hand slides under the fabric, and I feel his slightly rough hands on my naked skin.

  "So soft," he murmurs into my ear. "So smooth and warm."

  The hand wanders agonizingly slowly upwards. The heavy breath of the stranger tickles my neck, while the finger in my mouth slides in and out, like he is fucking me with it. It’s utterly erotic.

  "So damn sexy. So perfect," whispers the stranger. "Are you already wet for me, hmmm, kitten? Shall we find out?"

  I should close my legs. Should free myself from his embrace. I should cry out for help. Yet I do no such thing. Instead, I lean against him as I open my thighs for him. I’ve never acted like this. So wantonly. But I can’t seem to help it. The stranger has cast a spell over me. Over my body, that finally awakens, and demands something I don’t even know what, yet.

  "Good kitten," he murmurs in approval. "Yes, open up for me. Let me make you feel like you've never felt before."

  Oh, God, yes!

  His fingers touch the fabric of my panties and I moan softly. He rubs my pussy, stimulating it with the fabric of my soaked panties. It feels incredible. Forbidden.

  "So wet, kitten. So ready for me."

  His hand grasps the material, and with a jerk he has torn my panties off. He lets it disappear in his trouser pocket before his hand returns to my pussy.

  "My souvenir", he explains softly.

  With sure movements of an experienced lover, the stranger caresses my pussy, divides my swollen labia and finds the small hidden pearl. A shock goes through my abdomen as he strokes over my sensitive nub. Oh, the pleasure. I moan around his finger. His lips, tongue and teeth caress my neck while he stimulates my clit with light, circular movements. My knees go weak, and the stranger wraps an arm around my middle to prevent me from sliding to the ground like a doll.

  "Come for me, kitten!" He commands in a dark voice.

  His teeth bite my neck as he lets his finger flick hard over my love knot, and I fall apart with a cry on my lips. This time my knees really give way, and the stranger lifts me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom to lie me down on my bed. The stranger is only dimly visible in the darkness. With practiced movements, he undresses me before he stands up and takes off his own clothes. I lie on the bed, still breathless from my orgasm. My heart is pounding, ready to burst, and my breath comes heavy. Something rustles and it looks like he puts on a condom. Although his body is only a shadow in the dark, I can see that he is all hard muscles, and his cock is frighteningly big and thick. I get scared and try to jump off the bed with a frightened scream. He is faster and grabs me. His hand suppresses my scream again.

  "Sshhh!"

  He presses me down on the bed and pushes himself between my thighs. I feel his hard length against my pussy. Panic overcomes me. But instead of ramming himself into me, he lowers his head. His mouth replaces his hand and smothers my whimpering. His tongue penetrates my mouth and strokes against my own, gently dancing around my tongue until I hesitantly return his kiss. As his mouth moves towards my throat, I have forgotten all fears and I moan softly. Slowly, he kisses his way down to my collarbone, along my cleavage to the base of my breasts. His big hands embrace the soft globes and knead them lightly while his thumbs stroke over the sensitive tips. Hot lust chases like a lightning bolt from my nipples to my clit, making it throb with longing. The lips of my dark lover find a breast tip, sucking it into his mouth. More lust shoots into my core, makes me gasp as I lift myself towards him. He gives the other breast the same treatment until both nipples hurt in the most pleasurable way. By the time he lets go of my breasts and continues his exploration, I no longer have a single clear thought in my head. I am putty in the hands of the stranger who seems to know my body better than I do. He pushes my thighs further apart with his broad shoulders before he buries his face in my pussy. I no longer have the strength to protest when shame and excitement shoot heat into my cheeks in equal measure. I rise up moaning as his tongue dips into my wet cleft. He growls softly at my lap as he licks up my juices. He leaves out my clit, and it is the sweetest torture I have ever experienced. I am so close to coming, need it so badly, but without stimulation of my clit I cannot reach the longed-for peak.

  "Beg me!" He murmurs in my lap. "Beg me to let you come!"

  I'm whimpering. Too ashamed to do as he demands.

  "As you wish, kitten. Then I'll torture you a little longer. You taste so good, I could stretch this out for hours. What a delicious feast you are, my sweet pet."

  Again and again my mysterious lover brings me to the edge of ecstasy, but he does not let me find release. Hot tears roll down my cheeks and I whimper. I am a mess of need and desperation.

  "Beg me," he repeats with a growl.

  I sob as his tongue gently circles my clit without touching it. My fingers dig into the sheet beneath me. In search of fulfillment, I buck under him, but he puts a broad hand on my belly and holds me in place.

  "Please," I whimper.

  "Please what, kitten?" He asks softly.

  "Please... please... let me come."


  With a growl, he buries his head again in my lap and attacks my throbbing clit with wild abandon. Within seconds I explode under his merciless onslaught, and my body rears up under him. A finger penetrates my narrow channel while he prolongs my climax with his clever tongue. The finger finds a spot inside my pussy that rekindles my lust.

  "Ohhhhh!" I cry as he pushes a second finger inside me and fingers me hard. It’s so intense that it is painful, and yet it is soooooo good. I know it will not be long before I come again, and this time it will be even more explosive. "Nooooo! – Ohhhh. Yeeeees. Oh, God! Pleeeeeee..."

  A hand presses against my mouth, suppressing my loud scream as I come again and. The fingers slide out of my pussy, and the stranger moves over me. I feel his hard cock gliding through my folds. I am afraid of what is coming. Afraid of the inevitable pain. I'm still a virgin. But it feels too good as the hard shaft of my dark lover rubs over my clit again and again. When he places his cock head on my opening, I have forgotten all my fears. Slowly, he penetrates me. My flesh fights against the big intruder. A slight stretching pain makes me whimper, but the stranger slowly but unstoppably pushes deeper into me.

  "Settle, kitten. You're so tight," he groans.

  I breathe hard. After what feels like an eternity, he's all inside me. I feel so helpless, so completely stretched and full. The stranger lowers his head and kisses me gently as he remains still inside me. I wonder why there wasn’t more pain. Perhaps a tampon had torn my hymen before. I've read that something like this can happen. But I have no more time to wonder, because my lover is beginning to move inside of me. At first it feels strange, a little uncomfortable even. But when he lets a hand slide between our bodies to stimulate my clit, my excitement increases again.