Novel & Cerita I Got You Shackled In My Embrace

I had to escape… I looked at the chain and shackles and took a deep breath. The power within me started to hum, slowly creeping into my veins and filling the whole of me. I exhaled and watched the gentle sparks of light shine through my skin. I drew another breath and focused my energy on my restraints. The light slipped through my skin and wrapped around the steel. As I breathed out the air, the shackles and chain cracked and then fell to pieces. I huffed a small laugh. It worked. I was free!

The infected threw them at my feet, and they landed with a heavy clank. Clara's voice was cold. "Chain yourself. Now." I looked at the shackles. Then at Milo. Then at the infected holding her throat. I hesitated. My mind raced, searching for another way, for an opening, for anything. But Milo's soft whimper came again, and my hands moved before my thoughts could catch up. I bent down, picked up the shackles, and snapped them onto my wrists. The wolfsbane bit into my skin immediately, burning, sapping my strength. I hissed at the pain, my knees buckling, but I forced myself to stay upright.

Rebecca froze where she was, hoping no one saw her walk in with the guy who had just alarmed everyone. After everyone settled again, she looked up at the crowed. Finally, Hunter thought. “Shackles.” Rebecca began. “Shackles and chains holding me down. They are tight and burn around my wrists. Oh God, they burn so much. I know where the keys are, but I can't reach them. These chains are short and prevent me from moving immoderately. Don't pity me, no. I'm used to the rough grinding sound they make when I tilt, I'm used to carrying their load on my wrists.”

She tried to speak but realised Ezra had rummaged his chair into the table. "That's Ezra, he bashed me too yesterday," Liam smiled. "Be prepared to be physically and mentally hurt." "What?" "I wrote that in the contract," Liam pointed out. "I thought that was a metaphor?" Liam smiled, "And this is your key card in case Ezra locks you out of the office; he usually does that," he winked and walked out of the office. Sarah held her waist; she needed to take a seat. The worst she had expected was to be thrown out of the building, not physically thrown to the floor.

“Even for the Mute.” “Ian—no!” He grabbed my wrist. “No, don’t!” I yanked it back. “I’m not a traitor!” He grabbed it again, harder this time, his fingers clamping down like iron around the bone. I thrashed. Pulled. Tried to wrench myself free with everything I had, which wasn’t much. He didn’t even strain. He just held me in place with one hand while the other brought the shackle up. The iron closed around my wrist with a sound that made my stomach turn.

Atlas hisses, overcome with passion. I’m like clay in his arms as he turns me over, wrapping an arm around my waist as he slides into me from behind. The angle hits me differently, sending a wave of pleasure through my midsection that makes me keen in ecstasy, and as he starts to move, my pussy gripping him even more tightly than usual, it’s all I can do to wrap an arm back and around his neck as he buries his face in my shoulder.

Her nails clawed uselessly at the floor. “Kelvin!” she cried. “I’ve got you!” Kelvin roared back, fighting, reaching… The door slammed shut. Locked. Silence fell suddenly, brutally, on the other side. Dante hauled Ruby into the darkened corridor, his grip ironclad. She sobbed, shaking, clutching her stomach as fear consumed her whole. And as he pulled her deeper into the shadows, one thought screamed through her mind… This time, escape might cost her everything.

I was sealed in this nightmare with no hope of escape or rescue. River approached slowly, stripping away his shirt to reveal a brutally scarred, massively muscled frame. "Where to begin, I wonder?" he mused softly. I strained at my merciless bonds, willing them to snap through pure desperate fury. But the enchanted shackles only cut deeper, making blood run in hot rivulets down my skin. River's nostrils flared, his eyes glowing feverish at the sight. "Yes, bleed for me, little Omega. We have all the time in the world for me to teach you obedience."

he whispered. His voice was a deep husky murmur that made her toes curl in a good way. She lifted her thigh over his legs, curling herself around him. More fully into his arms and into his embrace. Nevaeh felt him stir against her and shifted her hips to rub against him. Aiden rolled her under his body, taking her wrists in his hands and stretching her arms up above her head. “What is it, Neve?” he asked. She stared up at him, his features barely illuminated in the dim light. She ached pleasantly from the hours she’d spent in his arms, but inside she still craved more. She had no words for what she wanted. For what it was that was keeping her from drifting to sleep.

But none of them were remotely related or even curve the slightest in the way the words on her shackle do. What is this Penny? I rasp inside my mind, my throat tight and heavy from all the emotions that impale through me. What emotions? I am not sure yet. It's the shackle that sends the weird vibrations to Aeric, his mind link coursing the same through my mind as we feel it at the same time. It's like the shackles have a life of their own. “Get her discharge papers ready.”, I say. The doctor scoots out of the room on his tiptoe, afraid to either get questioned or caught up in a brawl.