Attention
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"What are you doin' Darlin'?" He asks with a subtle smirk as he looks down at me. "Hmm?" He hums as his thumb brushes my cheek. Does he have any clue how those tiny little gestures drive me wild? Probably. I assume that's why he does it in the first place.
I shouldn't say this, I am going to sound completely insane and like I am seeking attention. Maybe I am-just a little bit? While I may not crave attention in general, I do crave his attention. I want it like it is a drug. Whenever he is around I want to be the one he is looking at. The first person he looks for when he comes into a new room and the last person he looks at when he leaves. God, I sound fucking obsessed. It is pathetic but again, I am not a quitter. I have made it this far and I'll be damned if I don't finish what I started.
"Being a good girl and waiting patiently for you to finish your call, Sir." If nothing else I know calling him Sir always has some kind of effect on him. And there it is, that little glimmer it puts in his eyes but he is still just staring at me as I am kneeling at his feet.
His eyes dance over me it is almost like he didn't even realize that I am nearly naked until this moment. I go to do the same thing, but I only get halfway down his body before he says, "Mm-mm. Eyes up here. Keep looking at me." So, reluctantly, I force my eyes back up to him.
"Yes, Sir." I squeak.
"You wanna be a good girl for me?" He asks but it takes me a second to process it. I nod my head. "Use your words Sweetheart." He says as his thumb strokes my cheek again.
"Always... Sir."
Through a deep chuckle, he says, "A good girl would be a gross understatement. Fallon, you are perfect. You are always such a good girl for me."
That's it. That right there. This is what I was looking for. This is what I have always craved without even knowing it. The way he is looking at me is like I am the only person that exists in his world. I am the only one who matters.
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Addict In Black β
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Property Of a Millionaire
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The Beast
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"its all started started Because of me " " now there is no turning back " " where are you sister how many years would you You like to come back , Everything isn't same as before Please come back " " I miss you " His handsome face is dangerously few inches away from me leaving me dead in soul while hand is pinning both my hands and another hand is tracing from my nose tip To my lips " what the fuck you need from me leave me " Chuckling to himself he gave me dark glare while poking his tongue to his cheek, leaning close I mean very close almost his lips is touching mine " don't you want you lovely sister to come back honey or you wanna live yourself" Fucker he is tricking me , he is manipulating me " No, don't you dare to brag her in between us " I utter with great difficulty, god how much time he takes to move away from me " Then, comon tell me where is she clara my sister " he says while clenching his jaw . . . . __________________________________ Cupping my jaw tightly while his another hand is always pinning me " if you want your brother safe and sound obey do you hear me what I say obey me ,Now the choice is yours " he says while glancing at my lips ,god knows what is going on in his Criminal mind "I HATE HIM" But " I LOVE HIM my sinister " hey I hope u find atleast good its my first story forgive me if I spelling wrong cause english is not my first language
Fate in his hands
Still mourning from the untimely death of her mother, and a week before leaving the Nassau county with her best-friend, and with that, everything else she had ever known, Sol find herself wrongfully charged and incarcerated for the murder of a member of her family. Already depressed at the idea of her once-promising future now marred by the bleak confine of a prison cell, she now also has to the deal with the fact that she has just caught the eyes of a man, whose power and reputation for brutality alone precede him. ....... "Little flower" , He said, his fingers gently tilting my head up to look at him. "Yes", I breathlessly exhaled "If you ever speak to me like that again, I will rip your fucking throat out.", He continued with a terrifying smile. ...... - And because his ancestors were never picky about their business endeavours, partly due to their direct ties to royalty, and due to their connections to upper-class members of the justice system in Europe and eventually in North America and Asia, the man's family had been direct benefactors of both world wars due to their involvement in the weapon industry, and as suppliers of the adrenaline-pumping drug both the Germans and the French/Americans were injecting in their soldiers before sending them to battle. It's safe to say the man's power knew no bound or restrain. Power that carried through with every single one of the man's actions. Indeed, The man never yelled and never raised his voice, he never had to. The man was curt in his speech. His deep, raspy, baritone voice almost always resonated through with the same monotonous tone. Unless it was to handle his bi-daily entertainments, which were often eccentric in genre and deriving from eclectic sources. It was only then, you'd see the man's eyes twinkle with amusement, frequently at the expense of others. - ______ WARNING [Contains mature, potentially triggering content]
I will make you only mine
"SSSSHHHHH... What did I say, you are here to listen, so let me complete. Your family's torture is not what I want. I want you, and now listen what I'll do to you after taking your escape routes away from you. I'll make you tied to this bed naked with your arms and legs spread inviting me to make love to you. Then I'll fuck you senseless till the time you forget how to walk for at least 1 month. Even sunlight won't be able to touch you without my permission. I'll kiss you everywhere senseless, you'll become mine then, and not even you yourself will be able to take you away from me. I'll fuck you so hard day and night that you'll only remember my name in your brain. You'll scream my name louder and louder, pleasuring me with this little body of yours, you'll have no other option left. You'll do everything which I'll say, I'll make you do every bad thing which you can't even dream of, I'll use every sex toy on you and no one will be here to protect you. You will be only mine then." His voice was husky and seductive. But I was trembling after listening to his words. This is a life story of a young girl who dreams a lot. But miseries in her life stop herself from achieving those dreams. Will she be able to achieve what she want? What is destined for her in the end? will she be able to break the shackles of this world and get what she want, or will she surrender herself in the hands of her fate?Complete
π ππππππ ππππππ ππ πππ ππππ π πππππ'π πππππππ. Book 1 in "Dark Fate" series. "They say you can't choose who you fall in love with, and he couldn't agree more. His sister's best friend had captured his heart, and he was consumed by his obsession for her and now, he knows he would never be able to let her go because she belongs with him." β’ β§ β’ There's a kind of love that feels like sunlight - warm, gentle, safe. And then... there's his. It's not cruel. It's not loud. It's something far more dangerous - quiet, calculated, all-consuming. He was my best friend's brother. The man I was never supposed to notice. He watched from the shadows, memorizing me without ever needing a single word. I never really knew his name... but he knew everything about me. My fears. My patterns. My dreams. Even the parts I hadn't yet discovered myself. He's always been there, just a step behind-waiting, watching, wanting. And now, he's no longer waiting. He calls it love. I don't know what to call it, only that it pulls me in like gravity - unavoidable, inescapable. There's safety in his arms, yet danger in his silence. Gentleness in his touch, yet fire in his gaze. And somewhere in the tension between fear and longing, I find myself unraveling. Because the scariest part of being wanted like this... Is realizing you might want them back.
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