Bound To Mr Black Novels & Stories

His long dark hair is tied into a neat bun, and his perfectly tailored black suit is slightly too tight on his muscles. Slowly, the realization creeps up on me. This is Maximilian Thorn. The Pack Alliance's enemy number one. The violent, ruthless gangster who kills people, burns up trucks, and continuously upends my father and the Alliance's business deals. "I didn't say I was going to marry her," Maximilian says in a low voice, barely audible from the other side of the room. My father's eyes widen. "What...?" "I said I never mentioned a wedding..." With that, he fixes his eyes on me from across the aisle, startling me so much that I almost fall off the chair.

Blood. Everywhere I look, I only see blood. Where am I? Why am I here? Where is this place? He walked in with his gun. It looks full. I don't know if there is anything inside it or not but it looks like it's loaded all the way. His green eyes shine with so much mystery. I always wonder what he's thinking. His eyes, they look so dead yet so alive Until he walked in, I didn't even realise there was someone else here as well. That person whimpered. I turned to look. I wish I didn't though. Because the next thing I saw made my blood freeze. It was a man in his worst state.

Malik! Light flooded the room, revealing Malik standing among the fallen men, his chest smeared with their blood. The man holding me quickly snaked his arm around my neck, using me as his shield as he pulled back. My hands were now securely tied behind me. Then he began a low, cruel laugh, as Malik slew other two men. One of the men in the room quickly shifted into his wolf form and escaped out of the window. The man holding me captive wore a mask that concealed his face.

One of the witnesses for the case is dead, I bit my lower lip angrily clenching my hands into a fist. Mikhail turned looking at me,and I turned immediately to leave, my heart pounding,I have to get out of here, I had to get out before he saw my face before he.... I felt a sharp pain in my back, and suddenly my vision was turning blurry and it feels like the world was spinning, I tried to continue walking but the force spun me halfway around before my knees gave out. I hit the pavement with a loud thud, another pain exploding throughout my body. Before my vision could completely went black I heard Mikhail’s voice barked an order in Russian, I couldn't understand what he said the only thing I

And turned on. “You sure about this?” he asked, eyes locked on hers. She licked her lips. “No. But I want it.” The door opened before she could knock again. Mr. Black stood there, black shirt unbuttoned just enough to show off the ink on his chest. His eyes dragged over her, then over Miles. “Well,” he said, lips curling. “Look who decided to play.” They stepped inside. The door shut behind them. Loud. Final. “Strip,” Mr. Black said, voice calm. “Both of you.”

(Mr Arnoult's secretary has forwarded their conditions, Sir. When his gaze fell on her, his bored, annoyed, and mourning eyes twinkled. Her raven hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her slate-blue eyes were masked beneath sunglasses. She was dressed in a black turtleneck crop top, black skinny trousers, and black boots. Her denim jacket sleeves were folded all the way up to her elbows. Her full lips were curved in a smile. As she stepped into a small restaurant with two men, he unknowingly smiled.

Scarlet’s heart skipped a beat as she saw a tall figure she had only seen on TV emerge from the back of the room, walking toward the stage with an authoritative stride like he wasn't in a comma for five fucking years. It was Michael Black.

Chapter Three Hundred And Thirty Mr Black had been glaring at Liam, ignoring Paul's words. His narrowed eyes glinted with murderous rage and his chest heaved slightly up and down. "Hey, you heard what I said?" Paul asked once more, waving his hand in front of Mr Black's face, "Come on man, this doesn't have to end like this. Just name your price." Mr Black finally dragged his eyes away from Liam and fixed them on Paul. With a tilt of his head to the left, he said, "Come on into my office then." His cold gaze rested on Liam once more, "Without this fool."

His light chuckle filled the air, and I smiled. “I am a man, Ruby. You can’t be grinding your ass on my dick and expect nothing to happen.” “My bad,” I replied, reluctantly slipping away from his hold before the pole could lodge into my hole. “You said we were going someplace." I turned to face him, but the words dried in my mouth as I got a full view of him. And holy smokes! This man is a walking wet dream. He was dressed in only a black brief, which showcased more than it should, and I got an eyeful of the meat he was packing.

I quickly made my way to his office and then prayed that he had left since most of them had gone home. Just to be safe, I knocked but got no response, and so I pushed the door open and barely closed it when I heard someone clear their throat. I turned and froze upon seeing Mr. Blackwell. "Mr Black...well" He sat on the couch, his jacket laid beside him, tie loosened, and the top buttons of his shirt undone as he spoke into his phone, a glass of deep red liquid in his hand. My breath caught at the sight of his chest... it was so broad, with the edge of a tattoo curling over his skin and vanishing beneath his shirt.