Forced Series Novels & Stories

She nodded vigorously, "No way! How could I love that cold arrogant arrogant? But he was the one who embraced me after what happened and didn't force me to do anything." "Then at least visit my parents, they miss you, and my father told me that if you wanted a divorce, he would stand by you and fight for you."1 Emily's voice came from behind them, "Oh, does our little daughter-in-law want a divorce? I didn't expect Chris to force you into marriage." "Huh, I expect everything from him," said Steve, who was beside her, mockingly.7 Veronica looked at them nervously and then said, "Don't eavesdrop on us, Chris didn't force me either!"

My wolf was prodding me to take charge and discipline these pups. Forbes’ anger skyrockets. Like an eagle's claw, his hand seized the closest two by the throat, pulling them forward. Next, using his swift feet, he slams one of each into the other three guys' guts. The other two in his clasp struggled for oxygen. He brings his hands together so that they mightily bump their heads into each other, making them disoriented. Blood trickled from their foreheads. Then he drops them from his grasp as their bodies thud to the floor. “We could do this all day, or you can tell us what we want to know,” Forbes slams his right fist into his left palm, cracking his knuckles.

roar. He hits my thighs hard, and pushes my body forward, startling me, I put my hands on the floor to keep from falling. Anthony runs his hands along the lower part of my thighs, gaining momentum to penetrate me more eagerly. Hitting my ass without stopping, his hot cum was received, continuing his thrusts until the end.

He smacks the whip down on my back 1... 2... 3... excrutiating times. I take a big gulp of fresh air trying to get out of my memories. " Sit down and take it bitch! " he says unbuckling his pants. Why can't I get out? I can't breathe. He forces himself inside my throat. I couldn't breathe. I grab my throat desperately trying to breathe. Tears running down my face. He grabs my head and pulses it down on him.

Ashley is stuck. ... (to be continued)

I’ve heard enough horror stories from Tami about her vomiting because some asshole forced her down on him. Now I’m distracted. I need to focus. Yes. Tug. Suck. Tug. Suck. A little bit of teeth to spice it up. He groans a bit more. Squeeze a bit. Suck. A bit of tongue. What else have I seen in porn? They love to go all the way down. I definitely can’t. “Sasha.” His voice is a little strangled. I pause. “Listen to me carefully,” Again, I think I’ve been possessed by some demon. Maybe I’m just mad with hormones. “Anything,”

Then, he turned to his assistant, Tom Hammond, and said, "Block all of Anne's cards. She'll come back when she has no money." Tom hesitated before saying, "Boss, Ms. Jiles has never used any of the cards you gave her. She has always used her own money." James was even more angry at that. "Then block her card too!" Spouses did not have the right to terminate each other's bank cards. James was clearly furious enough not to think of that, so Tom just accepted the order for now. James picked up his phone and began calling me. My phone was just a few feet away from him. The screen lit up and went dark over and over again, yet he still did not notice anything.

And I will make sure to get the passcode. “No, I won’t. Why should I listen to you always, huh? This time, you listen to me and be a good old grandpa and give me the passcode.” I retorted. “Stop behaving like a typical wife and do not disobey me.” He gritted, getting up from the sofa but stood still and did not take any further steps towards me. I held the phone tighter in my palm and contemplated my next step. “Forced Wife.” I retorted, my blood boiling in sheer anger and hatred for this monster thinking about the day he married me.

Azrin's body moved on instinct the moment he realized Lexus was about to bolt. But he wasn’t quick enough. A sharp, commanding “Stay,” snapped from the flighty male's lips, and before Azrin could even process the order, his body obeyed. His limbs froze mid-motion, and he felt himself collapse, face-first, into the soft, plush nest beneath him. The disobedient part of his mind screamed for control, but his body was helpless against the command.

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he