Bound To Mr Black Novels & Stories

AVA I woke up with a pounding headache, my limbs heavy and sore. My eyes fluttered open, the room around me coming into hazy focus—a cold, dimly lit space with concrete walls and the faint hum of distant machinery. As I shifted, I realized I couldn’t move my arms. Panic set in, and my breath quickened. My wrists were bound tightly behind me. A groan escaped my lips as I tugged at the restraints, but they wouldn’t budge. It was then that I noticed Liam, slumped beside me, his head hanging low.

Heads turned. Jasper D’Angelo had risen from his seat. He didn’t shout or rush. He simply stood and the room adjusted to his presence. Antonio’s grip loosened unconsciously and Jasmine pulled her hand away from Antoni's grasp. Antonio forced a smile. “Mr. D’Angelo, this is a private matter.” Jasper’s eyes moved lazily from him to Jasmine. “Not when my perfumer is involved.” A ripple of shock went through the crowd.

I dismissed my thoughts and had my bath. One of the servants was waiting for me outside the bathroom when I finished. "The master wants to see you," She said. My heart skipped a beat as I wondered what Logan might want from me again. I dressed up quickly and went to his room. He sat in a chair waiting and only glanced up when I announced my arrival. "Since you've decided to run away, I'll find a better use for you." He said, his voice laced with disgust. "There's an auction happening in three days time at the BlackMoon pack. You're on the list."

Annalise squealed with excitement. All dressed up and ready for the concert, we were standing in line waiting to be let in the building. Annalise looked pretty psyched, dressed in a black t shirt with the band's name, A.D.D.I.C.T on it. She had put on electric blue eyeliner to match the band's signature colour and of course she had her mask on. I honestly didn't know what to wear to a rock concert, so I had just put on black which was a pretty obvious colour. It was a short dress and I paired it with black sneakers, Zahira on the other hand wore jeans and a white crop top. When we finally got inside, Annalise practically dragged us to be closer to the stage till we were right next to the bar

Black. The title felt like a slap. I wrapped both hands around the warm mug and stared into the black liquid, trying not to think about how my thighs still felt slick, how my nipples were still sensitive against the robe, how my pussy still throbbed with the memory of being stretched and used by both of them. I forced myself to speak. “Is… Mr. Black here? Either of them?” “Mr. Black left at six.” She didn’t specify which one. “Mr. Matteo is in the gym.”

“You can keep this charade up, but you and I both know you don’t have the upper hand here. Not for long.” Nick’s eyes glittered with malice. “I could keep this up for a lifetime. Elizabeth? She’s never coming back to you. And every day you spend searching for her is a day she suffers. Think about that, Black. Every day.” That was it. Mr. Black felt his control snap. Without thinking, he surged forward, grabbing Nick by the front of his shirt, pulling him up to his feet. He forced him back against the wall, pinning him there with one hand, his other clenching into a fist at his side. His jaw was set, his gaze burning into Nick’s with a fury he rarely let anyone see.

We were in a public place, I did not want to cause the drama. " How do you know all of that?" The man before me asked, as his eyes darkened. I noticed how he balled his fists. Good. "Someone recorded everything. Like it was some entertainment. They even uploaded it to the internet. My friend found it." His eyes were not leaving my face. The aura I always felt around him intensified. I almost expected to see some dark shadows wrapping around him. This man looked like a demon trapped in a human's body. His eyes got almost black, and his jaw tightened. Tattoos on his hands looked like snakes ready to come to life at his command. I should feel scared, but I felt like he was what I needed right n

I wouldn’t be surprised if Zachary is the type to gun down his own men as long as they were in the way. The outstretched hand of mr Black made me frown in confusion, but I could see the sharp look in his eyes . Fuck!! I needed to focus. This is the man that saved my life Zachary announced. If not for him, I don’t know where I would be. They all nodded at me,I took mr Black’s hand shaking it firmly before doing the same to the others present. I looked at Mr Black, wondering what he was doing at this party. I didn’t know he knew Zachary enough to be invited to his party, but then again Mr Black is a man shrouded in misery.

It buzzes again. This time, it’s not Brianna. It’s Mr. Black, the president of Coastal Legends. The one with too much money and too many secrets. The one who once handed me an envelope full of cash and said, “Keep your mouth shut, and we will keep you on the field.” I answer. There are no pleasantries. “What the fuck did you do?” His voice is rage and panic stitched together, and I can hear papers flying behind him, something heavy landing on a desk. I barely get a word out before he slices through again.

PROLOGUE Broke and desperate, 24-year-old Sienna gets an offer she should’ve walked away from— One month. One man. One filthy contract. No names. No public outings. No limits. All she has to do is say yes to him. Mr. Black. Older, richer, cruelly gorgeous, and controlling as sin. He wants her under him, owned in every way—bound by silk, paid in luxury, and fucked raw. What starts as a cold transaction becomes something darker and hungrier as his obsession takes root.