Bound To Mr Black Novels & Stories

And when I did, they would regret the day they crossed me. Back in the living room, the storm’s fury hadn’t abated. My phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up with an unfamiliar number. I answered, my tone ice-cold. “Who is this?” A low chuckle came through the line, mocking and confident. “Mr. Blackwood,” the voice drawled. “You’ve had quite a night, haven’t you?” My grip on the phone tightened, my pulse spiking. “If you’re the one behind this—”

Fear gripped me, from deep down my bones. Two men dressed in black alighted from the vehicle and stood by my sides. The front mirror slid down to reveal the face of a man in a dark glass, unlike the others, he wasn’t wearing a mask. I could see his smile. It was like he was enjoying this moment, or maybe the anticipation of what was to come. “Hi, Mrs. Emily King. We would like to borrow you for a moment.” He said, still smiling. “Don’t you dare scream?” His smile vanished on his last sentence, and his face drastically turned harsh, like he loathed what he would do to me if I screamed.

My voice cracked like a haunted flute. My palms were sweating so bad I almost dropped my own hands. I don’t even know what that means, but that’s how it felt. Raina was chewing her gum slower now, like she was enjoying this way too much. “Yup. Lucian Blackthorne is technically… kind of… possibly… maybe bonded.” And I just— I could not breathe. My entire chest caved in. My brain started glitching like I’d been unplugged from reality and someone was trying to reboot me with a potato. I started shaking my head so hard my ponytail hit me in the face.

An arrogant rich asshole. " I'm not an easy lay, Mr. Black, and I'm sure as hell not willing to give you a chance to let you fuck me. You should check the next door." I say and take a step back as I turn around to leave.

“So you think I’m only worth thirty dollars?” His voice was calm, too calm, the kind that made your blood run cold. My heart stopped. I knew that voice. That face. Mr. Adrian Blackwell. My CEO. My one-night stand. Fuck!

In the vault, the men were already strapped to a chair with duct tape Bernard was suddenly quiet giving then the chills as they wondered why they were dragged there, "I have seen this shit in movies countless times, we're gonna die" One of them panicked. “Relax Malachi” the other replied. “How do you expect me to relax when my hands and legs are tied up Matthew” Malachi complained. "Are we gonna die Mr?, Mark asked as he looked at Bernard. "Will you two keep quiet" Luke said getting tired of his teams ignorance. He had been scanning the place and realized they had been there before. "You know very well that I am scared, and when that happens I tend to talk too much" Malachi yelled.

But the moment seemed to pause as Reiner Barack entered the room. His tailored black suit framed his tall, well-built figure perfectly. His hair was slicked back neatly, save for one stray strand falling onto his forehead, giving him an effortlessly captivating look. His face bore a cold expression, yet his charisma was undeniable. Each step he took exuded a confidence so commanding that all heads turned toward him.

Mr Black smirked at her pleased she cared about him and his ware about. "2 weeks". Grace nodded. Her eyes reached for his face but they landed on his tie that was loose, She walked towards him and Grabbed his tie , she began adjusting it while Mr Black stared at her more intensely. Done with it Grace tried to back out but Mr Black lifted her up immediately causing her to wrap her hands on his neck, He pushed her body on the kitchen island with his legs in-between her panties and started kissing her like a hungry lion. Grace tried to respond to the kisses but failed as he was too fast for her to keep up with. Mr Black kept pushing himself on her though he did nothing else but kiss her.

“Especially yours, Druiss.” “Abilities?” I snort, cocking my head. “What, like superpowers? Sir, with all due respect, are you havin’ me on?” His brows lift ever so slightly, and he turns to Damon with an expression that says you didn’t warn me about this. “This is worse than I thought.” “Told yer,” Damon mutters, his voice dry. Are they referring to me? “Look here, lass.” Mr. Black rolls up the cuff of his immaculate trousers. Despite his rich ebony skin, there’s a vile, festering wound on his shin.

Clearing his throat, he said, "Look Mr Man, whatever you want to do from now, count me out. I don't need your services anymore, you and your men should go and look for a better thing to do." Saying that he clenched his fist in anger and continued, "Goodbye, Mr Man and don't forget to wipe this number from your phone." He disconnected immediately, but in his mind, he was still praying that the group should continue with the job. Mr Black was hurting within himself because no man has ever intimidated him this much in his entire life. 'Who are those guys?' He asked in his mind and as he was doing that he fainted on the sofa at his back.