Chokehold Book Novels & Stories

I feel his warm, stench filled tongue lick the skin and I squirm in disgust. “Stay still!” In one swift move, the near shifter grabs my neck and clasps me in a choke hold. I use the opportunity then and grab the keys. While his hungry hands start to roam my body, I fumble with the brass over my wrists. After countless maneuvering and hundred horrid kisses and caresses later, the shackle snaps open. It's a loud noise— but I hope desperately that Stone didn't hear it. I hope he's too distracted to.

I say, reaching out and grabbing Bill by the wrist. I twist him around, his back to my chest as I wrap my arm around his neck, squeezing until I hear a wheeze. I kick out his back leg, then with my other arm, I reach out and grab hold of his arm, pulling it out straight and open. He labors with one knee up, my arm choking him and his arm being pulled back for the ultimate kill hold.

But fate, being the absolute asshole that it is, decides we’ve had enough wins for one night. One of the Homers — the left one — apparently not as hurt as he should be — jerks back to life like a glitching corpse and slams into me from the side. One second I’m moving, the next I’m airborne, and arms like iron bands lock around my throat from behind. Tight. Crushing. Intimate in the worst possible way. My back hits his large chest. Choke-hold on my throat. I can feel his breath — hot, damp, disgusting — ghosting over my ear as he hauls me in like I’m something he just claimed off a shelf.

Kevin pushed off the seat and furiously walked up to where I sat. His hands reached out and grabbed my neck squeezing the air out of my throat while my fingers clawed at his arms as I struggled to get away from his vicious grip. “Darling, you better watch the way you speak to me. Just because I am interested in you doesn't mean I wouldn't hesitate to punish you when you misbehave.” he pushed me back in the seat letting my neck go from his choke hold. I held my neck while I coughed, with water in my eyes. My breathing was erratic as I tried to relax my lungs from straining so hard.

The hand that was resting on the portfolio let go and I tried to pry him off my throat. I knew that the moment the portfolio was on the open he was not going to let it go. While I was still coughing and wheezing from him strangling me he snatched it and leisurely flipped through it. When he clearly found what he wanted he let go of me and tore pages from my portfolio. I crumbled to the floor and clawed at my throat. It was more like I was caught in a bad memory loop. " Stop being dramatic Kim it was just a little choke if you can't handle it maybe you should play with people in your own league." his voice fates as he talks and the last thing I hear before I black out is someone shouting my n

I tilted my chin and looked into his eyes and laughed. "What? Did you think I was just going to take your insult with my head bowed, as long as I haven't done anything wrong, I'm not going to accept any form of oppression. Do your fucking worst." His hands found my shoulders, and he lifted me and placed me against the wall, one hand moved to my neck and I sucked in air. He had me in a chokehold but he didn't apply any pressure. There was barely any space between us Refusing to be oppressed, I kept my gaze on him and let a little smile grace my lip.

I wasted no time. Dropping low again, I planted both palms on the mat and whipped my legs around, sweeping his feet right out from under him for the second time. He hit the canvas hard enough to shake the ropes. Before he could react, I launched myself onto his shoulders, swung my legs around his neck, and locked in the choke. His hands clawed at my arms, trying to break my grip. Not happening. I’d drilled this hold thousands of times. Elbow after elbow slammed into my ribs until every breath burned. By the fourth hit, I was almost certain something had cracked, but I refused to let go.

he sneered as he leaned his full weight onto my neck to finish the choke. My right hand finally locked onto a sharp, heavy piece of the broken marble fountain that had been sheared off by the library explosion, and using the last bit of strength in my shoulder I drove the jagged stone straight into the side of his neck right below his heavy earlobe. The giant stiffened instantly and his grip on my throat loosened as a thick stream of dark blood poured out over my fingers, but he still tried to raise his fist to strike me one last time before I twisted the marble fragment and shoved him backward into the shallow water of the basin.

Even as I walked into the elevator, holding his dark gaze as it slid shut. I got home in a daze. Felt nothing really. Even as Ethan leaked another private story of my past. I felt nothing. Just exhausted. That was why I didn’t notice anything, until it was too late... A large gloved hand closed over my mouth out of nowhere as the other reached over my throat and began squeezing it, choking the air off my lungs. All my depression and gloom vanished instantly as survival instincts kicked in. I bucked against the steel hold on my neck and clawed at the gloved hand over my mouth, trapping my frantic screams. But that only angered my assailant who had my neck in a deadly chokehold.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping onto my chest as he leaned down, nipping at my neck, sharp bites that left red marks, claiming me like I was his dirty secret. 'You like that? Almost getting caught with my cock stuffed in your tight cunt?' His words were filthy, whispered hot against my ear, one hand sliding up to grip my throat. Not too hard, just enough to make my pulse race under his fingers, the choke hold sending a rush of oxygen deprived bliss straight to my core. I nodded frantically, moaning loud now that the danger had passed, my voice breaking into needy cries. 'Yessss... fuck, yes! Choke me harder while you rail me,' I begged, my hips bucking up to meet him. He obliged, tigh