Get A Grip Romane & Geschichten

“Thank you for gracing us with your presence.” We shake hands. Too firm. Too long. The kind of handshake that isn’t a greeting — it’s a test, a threat, a prelude. I refuse to let go first. I can feel his grip, measured, confident, and for a brief second, I imagine crushing it just to see the flinch. But I don’t.

Under the cover of the heavy shadows and the crowded floor, his large, bare hand shot out. His fingers didn't just catch me—they wrapped around my bare waist with a brutal, crushing force. His grip dug deep into the silk of my dress, his palm burning hot against my skin through the thin fabric, anchoring my hips tightly against his front. It was an aggressive, marking hold. A silent, terrifying reminder of exactly who I belonged to. "Careful, garage girl," his voice rumbled, a low, vibration against the nape of my neck that sent a violent, throbbing shudder straight down to my thighs.

My grip tightened further and I could feel my hand about to snap his neck off his head. Then—

I would know. He grips until the point where I can feel my bones beginning to grind against each other. "Let me go! Freak!" I growl. "Listen to me first," says Dane as he holds me down. I try again to get out from under him, but his grip only tightens. "There's nothing to talk about," I growl out. If I can just get my right hand out, I can pull out my gun and threaten him. Maybe even put him down. "Yes," says Dane as he leans forward, "there is."

“So fuck off.” Rough hands grab my shoulders, wrists, and suddenly I’m being pulled. My hurt wrist screams with pain. My feet dig into the tile but the two guys are too strong for me. With a yank, I’m jolted forward and only avoid falling on my face thanks to their death grip on my arms.

I'm frozen in my spot, my arm's stiff in his harsh grip. His fingers on my skin is more than I can handle, the sickening warmth makes my stomach twist and I try to pull my hand from his grasp. He flashes his eyes on me and I can see the beast behind those icy orbs. ''Stop''. One single word and I still. I'm powerless. Scared. One two three. I will vomit right here on his bed if he won't let go. One two three, I count eagerly.

“I applied what I learned. Not bad, right?” Anna grinned cheerfully. However, after not even three seconds of delight, Liam grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his body again. “You vicious woman. You don’t want to use it anymore?” he growled in a low voice. Anna clambered up from his body, yet he would not let go of her hand. “I’ve never wanted to use it! You can use it yourself!” “I don’t have that habit! But I do love to let you use it!” “You!” Anna gritted her teeth. “Let go of me!”

He growls thickly as his grip tightens around my body. "Everything."

I pulled away on feeling the need to breathe. Panting we were both staring at each other with desire swimming in our eyes. I held the nape of her neck and pulled her in for another kiss. She gripped my hair and responded eagerly. This time the kiss was fervent, our movements more aggressive. We sucked , nibbled and tugged at each other's lips. My hands slipped down on their accord and gripped her waist. She was pulling me further in as if wanting to mold us into one.

" I couldn’t breathe! My instinct to survive was triggered as I reached out to claw her strong arm and break myself free from her grip.