Firmly Grasp It Novels & Stories

Without a second thought, I seized the opportunity, gripping onto his fur tightly. With so much happiness coursing through my veins, I wasted no time hoisting myself onto Grimgor's broad back. His powerful muscles tensed beneath me as he prepared to sprint, and I held on tightly, burying my fingers in his fur for a secure grip. The weight of the situation pressed upon us, urging us to move swiftly and leave the pursuing authorities behind.

It had been stuffed full, and it was still stuffed full. She carried it back over to where he stood but she wouldn’t meet his gaze. She held it out to him, her hand shaking so badly that he caught her hand in his to stop the trembling. When she tried to pull back, he tightened his grip and held on, fearing that if he let her go he’d never get her back.

I tighten my grip on the handle, my focus locking in completely as I push forward. “Alright,” I mutter, my voice low, controlled despite everything building under it. “Let’s see this.”

Before I could pull my hand away, a broad, calloused grip snapped around my wrist. I gasped, my heart leaping into my throat. The hold on my wrist was iron-clad, completely unyielding. I tried to pull back, but the raw strength behind the grip anchored me to the spot. Slowly, the long, thick eyelashes flutched open.

her words hitched in her throat when she felt his huge palm grabbing her jaw in a rigid grip. "Yes or no?" He shoved his face closer to hers. His vicious gaze refused to look away from hers, even for a second and dared her to even think about looking away from him for a second. He tightened his hold around her jaw. Flora caught that implacable madness evoking in his unrelenting eyes.

But I had enough speed then; I just grabbed the case instantly, as if it were a lifeline, like a flotsam one, cling to in an overwhelming sea to avoid drowning and never let go. "My bag, please give it to me," she said, firm as a demand, like a command or even better a royal decree that wouldn't take arguments for an answer. But I held tight, my fingers clenching deep into the fabric, as a climber does to a rock face, refusing to go down or let go.

One wrong move from me, and it wouldn’t just be me who paid for it. His grip tightened, fingers biting into my skin, not cruel but firm, unyielding. He wanted me to understand. “Are we clear?” he pressed, voice hard as stone. I bit back a curse, exhaling sharply through my nose. “Crystal.” Only then did he release my arm. Not gently, not roughly—just with the same sense of control he carried everywhere. Without another word, he turned, pushing open the heavy double doors of the meeting room. The moment they swung wide, the air shifted.

The more I tried to escape, the tighter his hold became. His gaze dropped to me, his jaw taut, his voice clipped. ‘Don’t move.’

If I want something—want it as desperately as I want to be under that guy now, I will never let it go. That rule has never applied to me. The things you want won't just come back to you, because you've been nice. If you truly want something, and you get your hands on it, you hold on as tight as you can, and it will remain yours. There has never been a letting go in my vocabulary, even when I had been a little kid, so it won't start now. All I need is to find a way to get him out of my system. If I can do that, then this is probably even nothing.

It was nice just to have a hold of her, so even if she had refused to try I still would have had a fantastic time. When it was finally our turn, I held out a harness towards her and got onto my knees, holding it open so she could step into it. As I pulled it up her legs, I made sure to do it slowly, and to accidentally brush my hands up her thighs. Her hold on my shoulders tightened as I straightened one of the straps around her inner thigh. I swallowed, trying to push down the lust that was building in me. “Do it tighter,” she begged, looking down at it as I stood up and made sure it was buckled at the front.