Novel & Cerita Get A Grip

Enzo spoke slowly. He gave me time to process his words and carry them out. I nodded, planting my legs on the floor. “There’s going to be a kickback so you want to make sure your support hand is responsible for about 70% of your grip power, and your right hand?” Enzo finished with a question to test my retention. “Thirty percent,” I answered. I closed my eyes for a small second. He stepped back and I rolled my shoulders. “Relax,” Enzo said with a smug smile.

Just as freedom looms closer, a firm grip encircles my waist. I buck against their grip, enraged and with intent to shake them off. “Let me fucking go!” I yell in anger. Adrenaline takes over and I thrash about fiercely, clinging to the window with all my might. I kick downwards on the person's foot but they maintain a vice-like grip. My body grows hot from overexerting myself. The unyielding grip tightens around me rendering my efforts to become as ineffective as pouring water into a bottomless container. “You're going nowhere if it's not hell.” A deep voice belts out behind me.

His grip tightens, his fingers digging into my skin as his lips find the sensitive spot just below my ear. The sound of his breath, ragged and uneven, mixes with my own, and I lose myself in the way he moves, the way he holds me like I’m the only thing he’s ever needed. His grip tightens further, his fingers digging into my waist as he takes complete control, guiding me in a rhythm that’s almost frantic. Each thrust sends fire through my veins, his ragged groans vibrating against my neck.

The grip is so strong that I feel some hair pull out of my roots, the sudden pain sends a wave of shock and fury inside me, I don't think twice as I glare at the person above me. _________________ Vote and comment my loves... ♥️ ♥️

But before I could fully process the situation, the lady abruptly grabbed my arm, her grip tightening like a vice. "No, handsome, I would like to take you to the direction myself," she said, her voice filled with an unsettling determination. Her grip on my arm grew tighter, making it difficult for me to break free. I realized that any sudden movement might result in harm, not just to myself but also to her.

"Let go of me!" I yelled, my voice laced with more surprise than anger as Lucas's grip tightened around my arm. He seemed unperturbed by my outburst. I caught a smirk in his face as his grip tightened, holding me firmly in place. It was as if he pounced on every opportunity to step on my toes, relishing the physical strength he had over me– How much I hate his guts! His actions made anger course through my veins, I struggled to break free from his grasp but with each protest his grip tightened.

He was going to reach my throat if I did not move in the next three seconds. His grip on my forearm was crushing and his teeth had found their range and his eyes were fixed on me with the locked empty focus of something that had been given a single instruction and intended to carry it out until it was finished. I stopped fighting the grip. I pulled him toward me instead.

With me. I try to pull my hand back gently, subtle enough that only he’ll notice. He does. And instead of letting go, he tightens his grip softly.

The band squeaked. Aiden’s gaze dipped, caught the micro-spasm in her grip, and then flicked back up. His pupils were blown wider now. For a heartbeat, he didn’t move, like some part of him was waiting for a cue that wasn’t “exercise.” His right hand came up to the balance bar a moment too late, fingers wrapping around the metal with unnecessary force. Tendons jumped. His next breath hitched—not the polite kind, but the sharp little catch before a wolf either lunged or sat.

His expression was strained as he reached out a hand, as if to help me up. However, the dissatisfaction in his eyes had not faded at all. When he grabbed my hand, his grip was too tight, like he was holding something back. The next second, he suddenly tightened his grip. A sharp crack rang out. My arm snapped. … I crashed heavily back onto the ground. A few bills slipped out of my pocket and scattered across the floor.