Fall On Your Knees Book Novels & Stories

" His arrogant face loomed larger and larger before me. I suddenly jerked my head up and used the last of my strength to slam my forehead into his knee. "Don't celebrate so soon, Samuel! Even if I die, I'm taking you down with me!" The blow carried no real force. In my weakened state, I couldn't even make him stumble. Yet he clutched his knee and cried out in exaggeration, "My knee! How dare you injure me, Caleb!" He staggered back and fell heavily to the floor, pretending to be in unbearable pain. It was so over-the-top that anyone with half a brain should've known he was faking it. However, it instantly made Whitney and Kelly feel a pang of heartache.

"Then get on your knees and ask for Micah's forgiveness," Walter commanded. Ruby stared at him, stunned, but the sharp pain in her scalp gave her little choice. "Fine. I'll kneel." She sank to her knees, begging Micah over and over. "Micah, I was wrong. Please forgive me. I'll never do it again." Every word was raw with pain. I watched, cold and unmoved. It brought me no satisfaction. Even if she begged until her voice gave out, it wouldn't fix what she'd done to Micah.

He dropped to one knee. The sound of it hitting the floor echoed through the ruined house. My chest clenched. No. No, no. Not like this. Not forced. Not him. The rogues outside lifted their heads. Kael went very still. The journal wrote across the floor in silver light instead of on the page. THORNCROFT KNEELS AGAIN. Damien’s hands curled into fists. Every muscle in his body strained as he tried to rise. He could not. Rage rolled through him.

He is sex that took flesh and dwell amongst us. I looked down and saw that the book was falling on the floor when I heard his voice earlier "It... It's not what you think" I muttered and he chuckled and his gaze darkened when he looked in-between my socked thigh and gulped but helpless because it's impossible to cover, and besides, covering it is also trying to confirm everything. I was still lost on what to do when "Come here" his voice sounded and I didn't even know I had started moving his way till I was a few foot away from him. "Undress and get on your knees," He said and I found myself undressing in front of him while he racked my body with his gaze that seemed to know my secrets in ev

Pressed that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids. I cried out. Not hushed anymore. Full voice. Raw. “Who—” I started. No answer. I looked down. A man knelt between my thighs. Face hidden. Long dark hair fell forward. Covered his features completely. Shadow and strands. I couldn’t see eyes. Mouth. Nothing. I didn’t care. I wanted more. I threw one leg over the arm of the chair. Then the other. Spread wide. Open. Exposed. The book fell to the floor with a dull thud.

“I know.” “You researched my vulnerabilities. You planned to use my trauma against me.” “I know. I know what I did. I know how unforgivable it is.” His voice broke. “But somewhere between writing that plan and now, I fell in love with you. Really fell in love with you.”

Everything inside me goes still. My mind tries to reject it, but my body reacts first. My eyes stay locked on the words in disbelief. My knees buckle. The book falls from my hand and lands on the floor with a heavy thud. I barely feel myself going down. One second ago I was standing, and now I am on the ground. The cold stone bites into my palms as I try to steady myself too late. The hidden library looks like what they haven’t taken care of in a long while, so the floor looks dirty and rusted.

, I even called his name, but it seems like he has sworn to ignore me in front of his girlfriend. . . I again started the bike, but this time without Vik sitting on the back seat, and suddenly I lost my balance. I slipped down on road falling on my knees, little stones got pierced in my knee and my palm. “Pravi”, Vik half- yelled and ran toward me, but he was too late. . I hit the sharp pain on my knees and palm because of its tears field in my eyes and to its worst bike fell on me. Vik held the bike and pushed it away from my tiny body and carried me in his arms in bridal style.

Chapter 2: On Your Knees I slid off the edge of Mr. Kane’s desk, my legs shaky, and dropped to my knees on the soft carpet in front of him. My pencil skirt was still pushed up around my hips, blouse unbuttoned, bra cups tugged down so my breasts were exposed. I could feel the cool air on my skin and the wetness between my thighs from the orgasm he’d just given me with his fingers. Alex — Mr. Kane — stood above me, tall and commanding. His belt was already unbuckled, slacks open. He pushed them down just enough for his cock to spring free — thick, hard, the head glistening with pre-cum.

He kissed along my jaw, down my neck, and over my collarbone, stopping and running his finger over the swell of my breasts. “Can I take your dress off?” I nodded as I lifted myself to help him pull my dress from my body. I was suddenly self-conscious, just in my underwear. Nathan must have noticed, too, as he smiled softly at me and told me I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do. I smiled and kissed him again. I felt like my entire body was on fire as his hands roamed over my breasts and stomach. He pulled my legs up and around his waist as he settled between my legs, kissing my chest as his hands went to the clasp of my bra, his eyes never leaving mine as he was silently asking fo