Chained To You Manga Novels & Stories

she screamed. Dante hissed in pain but didn’t release her. Instead, he yanked her closer, one arm locking around her waist, the other clamped over her mouth. “Stop fighting,” he growled into her ear. “You’ll hurt yourself.” Her body went rigid at the sound of his voice so close too close. Her skin crawled. Memories surged again, unwanted and sharp: the taste of drugged tea, the heaviness, the darkness. She bit him. Hard. Dante cursed, shoving her forward until her back slammed into the wall. The impact knocked the air from her lungs. He loomed over her, chest heaving, eyes wild and bright in the red glow.

Kieran pov: The chains clanked as I moved, my eyes snapped open, I could feel the monster had stopped trying to take over. I groan in pain, as I weakly mind link Ezra, to unchain me. ‘Don't you ever electrify us again,’. Kade said. I ignored him and I tried to focus on healing. “You look okay!,” Ezra voiced. “Get me out of these chains” I croaked. “You can do it yourself,” he answered.

I bucked against his hand, desperate for more. "Yes...yes!." He moaned again, his mouth still on my breast. He sucked harder, his fingers working faster. I could feel myself building, the pressure coiling tight in my belly. "Ahhhhh" I gasped. "Don't stop.." He didn't. He kept going, his fingers relentless, his mouth driving me insane. I shattered around his fingers, my body convulsing, a cry tearing from my throat. He pulled his fingers out. He licked them clean, his eyes dark and hungry.

I sighed and walked into the extra-large room, and promptly lost my breath. I did not lose my breath because of it was breathtaking, I lost it because it was taken from me. I gasped for air clutching my throat, like I was suffocating. Then, little by little, I regained myself. I stood up and looked at the man standing in front of me. He wore a robe with the inscription, Guardian of the Wind. I guess he must have been the one who stole air from me.

Alex commands, the 'please' a mere formality. I make my way across to the X-shape that dominates one corner of the room, resisting the urge to reach out and stroke the smooth wood. Instead, I wait as Alex lazily rises and then stalks across to me. Coming to a standstill in front of me, he pauses for a moment as if gathering his thoughts and then brings his lips down on mine with a growl. I expect the kiss to be fierce and intense, yet it is soft and sensual. Without thinking, I find myself winding my arms around Alex's neck, my fingers threading through his hair and tugging the ends as I lose myself. I am only vaguely aware of being backed up until I feel the cool, silky wood behind my back.

"You take so long, but it's okay…" "It's worth it, Ria ..." "It was all paid off, even I'll be chained to death waiting for you ..." I stared at him and stroke his hair bad. He smiled like his usual perpetual scowl. Watching me in an alluring way, painful. His eyes were bloodshot as I saw how tears rolled down his cheeks. "It's only you…" "You're more than enough, Ria…" My lips irk there to smiled at him in an oozing way. I nod as we both were in tears reading Ambre's hand written. "After all, we are chained to dust…"

See yah next Arc History~ _______ KircheLeaf Arc 2: My Wife Is A Closet Yandere _______ ~ END of CHAPTER TWENTY- SEVEN ~

“That’s better baby. You’ll like this in the end.” He chained her wrists to the headboard again. Pulled back the bedding, and fastened her ankles apart. Naked as she was, he straightened and gazed upon his mate. “Gorgeous, now I won’t be long. You will feel like it’s longer, but you may not fully realize it after a while.” Tara whimpered and thrashed where she lay. “What are you going to do?”

He laughed and shook his head while smiling. Dumaan muna kami sa isang restaurant bago tumuloy papunta sa bahay ko. Yung bahay na yon ay personal kong achievement. Wala ni isang tulong akong natanggap mula sa pamilya at kaibigan sa pag-iipon ko para doon. At ngayon, may magbibigay kulay na sa bahay dahil hindi na ako mag-isang titira roon. After a few minutes, we reached my house, I took off the seat belt and opened the car door. I was about to get out when Thorn caught my hand which made me jump but I hid it and looked at him.

Now, this? Their laughter echoed through the walls and I pulled at the chains. The more I struggled, the more the metal cut into my wrist. “Aargh!” I winced in pain. The laughter from before returned and this time it was louder, almost as if Dimitri and his mistress were mocking me. Drop. Drip. Red crimson dropped from my wrist and stained the white bedsheets. At the sight of my own blood, a low whimper tries to escape my lips but I bite down on my lips. No. I couldn't give Dimitri the satisfaction that he'd win. Over my dead body.