Chokehold Book Novels & Stories

"What makes you believe I won't strangle you in your sleep?!" Chase's lips remained curled, and slowly, he got down on his knees in front of the bed. Without a word, he gripped my hands and put them around his muscular neck. His skin was warm, and confusion ran loose inside my head. What was Chase doing? "If hurting me will make you feel better, then do it," Chase spoke calmly and let his eyes roam over my face. "Make it hurt, baby." Thinking this was my chance, I clenched my hands and gripped him in a chokehold, but he didn't fight me back. His eyes remained on mine, and I realized that I would still be a prisoner even if he died.

he snarled, his voice low and dangerous as his hand shot out, closing around my throat in a brutal chokehold. My eyes widened, and a gasp of shock escaped me at his sudden action. I had expected many things, but not this. My lungs began to burn as I fought for air, my small hands clawing at his, desperately trying to pry his grip from my throat — but it was useless.

Her hands trailed up my chest, slow and trembling, until they reached my throat. “You wanna choke me, mama?” I rasped. Her eyes rolled back just for me, and I slammed into her again, deep and hard. She didn’t say a word, only those breathless, broken moans like I’d knocked the air out of her. “Go ahead,” I said. My teeth gritted as I held her hips still for me. “Choke me, sweetheart.” Her fingers curled around my throat, squeezing just enough for a shiver to rip through me. I smiled, loving the sight of her losing control and taking it all at once.

One man had the other locked against him, his arm wrapped around the man’s neck from behind. Not a fight. Not a shove. A chokehold. The trapped man struggled. His legs scraped against the ground. His hands clawed uselessly at the arm crushing his throat. I could hear the wet, broken sound of breath fighting to exist. My body went cold. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream. Couldn’t even blink. The bigger man didn’t look rushed. Didn’t look angry. His face was hard, hollow, haggard. Like someone who had done this before. Like someone who knew exactly how long to hold.

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

He must have noticed my alarm because before I could scream, he clamps his hand over my mouth. Nostrils flaring and head pounding with fear, I try to push away from his grip. My once quiet sanctuary is no longer safe. Uncaring of my struggles, Travis tightens his hand around my mouth and slams me against the wall. Pain radiates through my body at the jarring motion, and fear claws inside of my gut. Frightened, I begin pushing him harder. Suddenly, the pressure is gone, and I’m left trembling against the wall. Travis is being held in a chokehold by Mikhail. He looks like an avenging angel with his heated stare and firm hold.