Crook Of Your Neck Novels & Stories

His mouth split into a grin as he knelt beside me. “Tell your sister I said hi. Don't leave out the fact that I miss her, and often think about her." he whispered, crouching down, aiming for my throat. He lifted the knife, ready to slit my throat. But before he could... CRACK! A blur, and then a sharp scream. The crack was sickening. Nick’s eyes instantly rolled back after one hit. Nick fell to the ground like a sack of bricks, the back of his head caved in. His body slumped over me, twitching once... then still. I blinked in shock as he crumpled beside me

- I ask irritated. Luckily, he hadn't seen me yet. But it backfired, because in a matter of seconds, as if he knew he was being watched, my neighbor looks in our direction and our gazes meet. Then Justin practically eats me with his eyes, taking a good look at every part of my body, and especially at my breasts highlighted by my extravagant décolletage. I choke on my saliva. He looks even hotter, wearing a dark denim jacket that clearly shows off his defined arm muscles.

Taking the skin of her neck between his teeth, he thumbed her clit while stroking into her hard. Her back and neck arched off the bed, and she clamped down around his cock and came on a long hard moan. Sweet as fuck. "Again." He released his hold on her neck with his teeth and instead wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed. He emptied inside her, one finger on her clit the other hand around her throat as she came one last time.

Aaron asked sarcastically. “What do you suggest I wear?” she glared at her friend. “Expect most women to wear plunging neckline. They usually do for these kind of parties” “So, you have to be covered up in front, then backless” Aaron have already pictured her with her mask. “Honey, I think it’s better if there are strings at the back. It would be sexier” Tiff suggested. “When did you become official?” Celine looked at the pretend couple in front of her.

There was a man with his back toward me. He was as wide as he was short. From the muscle shirt, it wasn’t fat that caused him to be that wide. After waiting a beat, I pushed the door open enough for me to slip through it. Leaving the door open, I had to move quickly. Ignoring the pain as much as I could, I wobbled up behind him. What I didn’t expect was for him to turn around right as my hands lefted up to snap his neck.

There was no helping it—the pain from twisting my neck was pure agony. After a while, I suddenly realized just how embarrassing the sounds I was making were. Determined to regain some dignity, I clenched my teeth and forced myself to stay silent. Above me, Miles’ voice sounded calm yet firm. "Relax. Don’t fight against my hand." I hummed in acknowledgment. The next second, I heard a crack. A sharp pain shot through my neck, and I couldn’t hold back the scream. "Ah!" At the same time, my hands instinctively clutched the front of his shirt.

He chuckled into the crook of her neck and placed another soft bite there. “I said that out loud?” Carly asked, surprised at the contact of his teeth grazing her sensitive spot. “Hmm..” He grunted with his face still buried in the crook of her neck. “Oh..” She inhaled sharply with every little contact he made with her bare flesh.

My eyes drifted to a mark on my neck and my breathing stopped for a while. There are hickeys all over my neck down to my collarbone. What are they up to?!

With a brutal yank, she violently snatches the jewels completely off my neck. The force of the metal tearing across my delicate skin instantly slices into the back of my neck. A sharp, blinding agony explodes through my spine, and a loud, painful cry escapes my lips.

Right? I lean closer to the mirror. A small red mark catches my eye on the side of my neck. My breath stops for a second. I trace it with shaky fingertips. A hickey. Knox's mark. Heat creeps up my cheeks. A naughty little smile pulls at my lips before I can stop it.