Doll X Thad Novels & Stories

Daniel’s visits were getting bolder. He texted them rules before he even arrived. One Saturday he told them to meet him at a nice hotel downtown. Lena wore a short black dress with nothing underneath. Jake had a small metal plug sitting deep in his ass, just like Daddy ordered. Every step they took made Jake’s cock leak in his pants.

He could’ve sworn that he gave those horn dogs a specific instruction not to fraternize. Xander chuckled, “These are extenuating circumstances.” “True,” Ronin nodded, popping a grape into his mouth. Emory he could overlook because he had found his mate, and Lucien could not escape Sybl’s long-standing hunger for him. Thaddeus however? Thaddeus had no reason whatsoever. “Thad should be here at least, to go over our strategy to get to Lyklos.” Nyla scoffed, “That knothead probably tripped and fell into a harem. He certainly won’t be back anytime soon.”

When I git outside, I was expecting to see Dolphus at the door because I had seen him earlier when Esme opened the door, but he was nowhere to be found. I looked around again and saw Thana carrying some laundry into the courtyard. “Thana, have you seen Dolphus?” I asked and she shook her head. “No miraculous healer, he was at your door earlier and after that I haven't seen him, “ she answered and I nodded at her.

Dolly pauses, looking down at her hands making sure she only holds up two fingers, “hunt but not too good.” She finishes speaking, bouncing happily in my lap as she eats very animatedly, making chomping noises. “Imagine when Gunnar and Roan are this big,” Jonathan speaks to me through the link, and I can’t hide my smile as Dolly continues to talk to Thane. “They’re going to be something else; I can only imagine them having Osric wrapped around their fingers like this one,” I admit, looking down at Dolly who is using her hands to tell a story to Thane, making him laugh.

His doll. And now she’s missing. This was one of the reasons why he didn’t want her to leave the villa, but he couldn’t say no after the conversation they had this morning over the phone call. For the first time, he couldn’t say no after she threatened him to leave. Who could have believed that the great Nikolai Kusabolatov, one of the most fearsome mobs all over Russia, couldn’t say no to a woman? A petite, doll-looking innocent woman.

And then I found the word, bold and clear, right there in the title. Doll. I looked up at him. He was watching me, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Something that looked like satisfaction. “I want you to be my Doll,” he said. Mia made a sound behind me, a sharp intake of breath, but I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. I was standing in my doorway, holding a contract that said I was his, and the man who’d been following me for two weeks was waiting for me to sign it.

I cut off his alibi by getting in first as soon as the door opened. I took the far end, attached to the closed car door in the opposite direction. "Let's talk about it inside. You don't want to be told you're marrying a faggot, do you? This country is still allergic to that kind of thing," I persuaded until I had to look down slightly to see his face. Milly walked in, slamming the door shut hard. She ignored the presence of the fallen driver. My assistant sitting beside the driver's seat seemed to be yawning. Is it too early in the day to take my call at this time?

“Come with me so that we can begin the signing process.” Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I begin to move while the other two who passed with me—a short brunette with a pinched expression and sharp gaze and a man with blue spiked hair and a pierced face—follow closely behind. "Exciting, isn’t it?” The man says in a posh british accent. “I suppose we will be seeing each other quite a bit; I’m Thad.” “No one cares,” the woman sighs. “Just because we will be working together doesn’t mean we have to be buddies.”