Control Freaks Book Novels & Stories

"Hello. Would you like to bind with a life-swapping system and be my master? I can serve you well and help you swap out or exchange anything you want." "Get lost!" These systems only did a world of harm and no good!

I clenched my jaw at the images flashing in my mind and controlled myself. I licked my lips and answered, “I am a dominant, Bella. I like to control my partner while having sex and ordering them around like when and if they can come. Or not at all.” If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

"And you know what's annoying about them?" I turned back to look at Marrah, "what?" "They're also control freaks. What they want, they always get. By hook or by crook." "Huh," I scoffed. "I won't let them do that to me. I hate being controlled the most." Both of them gave me a thumbs up, "That's great. At least someone would be able to control them." Marrah clapped her hands excitedly, "Gosh, I've been waiting for someone to tame those two! Thank God you finally came!"

Over the years, William had turned down every woman who tried to throw herself at him because of his love for me, and none of them got a happy ending. Bankruptcy was the gentlest fate. Some of them had been left with gambling debts in the billions, forced into ruin to pay them off. It was his way of making sure no one ever dared to cross the line again. The air grew icier by the second. No one dared to speak. Panic flashed across Rebecca's eyes. She turned to Selena for help, only to be slapped hard across the face. The sharp crack that echoed through the hall sounded like Selena's desperate attempt to distance herself from Rebecca.

I really need to work on my self-control. Book in hand, I flip to the suggested page. When I see the name of the chapter, I nearly drop the book. The Wild Alpha Decimates His Luna Mate’s Virginity. My face burned.

--- Chapter 12 The Man Who Built the Cage Anderson Blake’s POV --- Control isn’t just about power at least not in the way people think power is loud and temporary. Real control is quiet belief, not force. You make them believe they’re safe, they’ll walk straight into the trap and call it home. You make them believe they’re free, they’ll hold the leash themselves. Leila Monroe doesn’t yet realize she’s already wearing mine. --- I saw her the moment she stepped out of the Whitlock Building.

Soren looked at his throat and looked away immediately. The foot moved a little more firmly against his ankle then moved up slowly to his knees and back to his ankle. Soren's hand on the table curled slightly, he was aware of every point of contact, the person at the table, the cool glass under his fingers and that one small intentional movement on his leg that Juno was maintaining like it cost him nothing.

My pants fell to the ground, pulling around my feet as I slipped my already erect cock out. And when I slipped into her, I lost every form of control, ramming into her like a beast and reveling in her scream. To me, I was torturing Senna, and she was only but a link.

"Did I stutter, Miss Davidson?" "No." I adjust my skirt and linger in his line of sight, part of me thinking he will do something about the tension I know he's feeling, too. Instead, the man glances up at me with a knowing smirk. "That’s what you get for taunting me. I sent you a contract and I want it printed immediately." ____ Resuming my work as though I don’t have a sex toy inside me is torturous. Every time I wiggle to adjust it, it moves some more, plunging me to the brink of insanity.

Jay Dawson and I were married for six years. Back then, the news about his family forcing him to get married was all over the place. He would rather marry a random woman in a hospital than follow his family's plan. That random woman was me. "There were so many people in that hospital. Why did you choose me?" I asked him once. "It's because you cried the hardest. You looked easy to control," he replied. Jay was right. He controlled me for six full years.