Firmly Grasp It Novels & Stories

I bit my hand and she winced but her grasp remained firm as ever. "And who says he has to find out?"

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.’

His grip was firm and possessive. “Yeah?” he murmured against my ear, his voice dropping lower. “You want us to stop being gentle with you, babygirl?”

“Then do it.” His grip tightened. “Kill me. Prove I’m right.”

His grip was firm, almost possessive, as his sharp eyes swept over them. “She’s mine,” he spat, his voice low, cold, and filled with authority.

He kept his fingers locked tightly with mine, his grip solid, warm, and completely unyielding. The door swung open.

“Now tighten your grip. You're holding it like it's going to bite you, breathe." "It might," I said. "It won't." He came up directly behind me again and I felt his hands close over mine, adjusting my fingers around the handle one by one. "Firm but not tight. You're not trying to crush it, you're trying to control it. There's a difference." “Kai…” I started, trying to shift away. “Focus,” he repeated and I felt him even closer now, his lips almost brushing my ear. “You wanted this lesson. So pay attention.”

"What do you mean she's a Codza? Who are you talking about? Where is my house and company? The documents?" Confusion ran deep and pulsed through veins. He made another attempt to hold my hand and gripped it firmly this tight. No matter how much I tried to snatch it away, he wouldn't let go.

His hand reached for mine, and I took it, squeezing tightly. It is finally over. Finally.

This is not fragile this is not temporary this is something we chose something we are still choosing and that makes it stronger than anything we had before I tighten my hold on his hand just slightly and he responds without looking his grip steady and warm. Holding on not out of fear but because we finally understand what it means to have something worth keeping.