Chained Hands Tl Smith Novels & Stories

Chapter nine Laura pov “I’m gonna fuck you so hard they’ll hear you screaming my name, Jett.” His thumb dragged across my lower lip, slow and rough. His wet mouth brushed my ear, my voice low and shaking. “I’m begging you… please.” He pulled back, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping. His eyes were black with fury and something even worse need. For a second, I thought he might lose it completely. Then, like a switch flipped, he reached up and unlocked the chains around my wrists.

About what happened if either of us wanted out. It was clinical. Cold. Everything I'd expect from him. But beneath the contract, there was a card. Handwritten. His handwriting, sharp, slanted, almost aggressive. "Penthouse. 2PM. When you're ready." No phone number. No email. Just an address and a time. He knew I'd come. He knew I had nowhere else to turn. I stared at the card for what felt like hours. I thought about my father. About the board. About sixty days that felt more like sixty seconds. I thought about Damien's cold eyes and crueler smile. I thought about what it would mean to sign my name next to his.

Silver found her father at the edge of the eastern terrace, where the stone gave way to forest and the world softened into green and shadow. He stood with his hands resting on the railing, gaze distant, as if listening to something only he could hear. The wind stirred his hair, silver threaded through dark, the same color as her own when the light caught it just right. He didn’t turn when she approached. “You’re walking like you’re afraid the ground might move,” he said calmly.

he answered. I just smiled bitterly and kissed the top of his head. "Someday son, we will all be together. I promised." I mumbled as I hugged him tight. I'll do anything to fix our family baby because your mom and I chained to be together by our hearts. ~ END ~

“You are really despicable!” “Perhaps you should think back to what documents you've been signing over the last three years,” he pushed his hands into his pockets. “Or better still, why don't I put your lawyer on the line so you can have a lovely chat with him. Ask who the true owner of Taylor Holdings is.” My heart hammered hard against my chest. God, please let this be a joke.

One of Jax’s thick fingers circled Alex’s stretched rim, teasing the cum-slick entrance before pushing inside alongside the load he’d already deposited. “Ah—fuck!” Alex cried out, the dual sensation of being sucked and fingered pushing him toward the edge far too quickly. Jax added a second finger, scissoring them roughly to stretch him further, crooking them to nail his prostate with expert precision. Stars burst behind Alex’s eyelids. His moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the empty locker room walls.

The old woman sighed. Rolling her eyes, Celestina directed Tommy toward the circular stone seats. They crouched down in the unoccupied stool to the left of the head chief, and Tommy sat in the one to her right. He glimpsed at the old woman's left hand, which rested on its side. He noticed that the covering of her hand was a little too murky to be lifelike, and there was a small carving of a butterfly etched on one of the knuckles. It was like an inflexible hand.

I was playing her game without batting an eyelid. "Well, one day, you might get there. Who knows?" and she sashayed off, leaving me to wonder what the phrase "one day" meant. At that precise moment, Tyler walked up to me and hugged me. He saw the whole thing, but he was handicapped. He couldn't help me because he didn't want to fuel the rumors of him being queer. The funny thing is, no one takes Cain seriously. Since girls were always around him, the whole thing was dismissed as a petty diss told to rile me. Well, it did.

he lowered his tone in order to provide comfort to my raging sight, pulling his hand ahead, he demanded to see my little finger. I stayed silent and frozen, not making any move before I gave up and held my hand up for him. He took my fragile hand in his strong, huge hands and then gently touched the tip of his finger onto my little finger. "Ow!" I winced, watching him stop. His hand was hot like they were set on fire, the skin to skin touch between our hands was giving me chills. "She will get a respectful burial," he whispered in his mouth without raising his eyes from my hand, "And it's not fractured, just swollen by the impact of your body." after he had examined my finger, he slowly slip

I said softly, and then we kissed passionately. *** End of Chained to the Billionaire