I Got You Shackled In My Embrace Novels & Stories

I was shackled, not by chains but by his gaze—a prison I had willingly stepped into. Every inch of my skin tingled under his intense scrutiny, under the weight of his possessive stare. This wasn't a man who would simply let me walk away. No, he was the kind that thrived on power, the kind who would stake his claim and carve his initials into your very soul.

“Your all just a bunch of conniving rich snakes who don’t care about anyone but themselves.” I sit motionless in paralytic fear and despair as they grab my arms, and I flinch as frigid metal prisoning bracelets snap onto each wrist, nearly pinching my skin. The clang of wriggly chains encourages me to finally look and see the cuffs that are fastened to my hands, which are then connected by shackles built into the wall my back is pressed against.

It was locked. Dammit. My fingers reached for the lock, but before I could slide it, the wolf snapped at my fingers. I screamed, jerking them away. “What the hell do I do here?” I demanded. “Stop trying to escape, for one. Been there, done that—and it sucks, eighteen-thousand percent. With a capital SUCK, and not the fun kind.” “You kidnapped me!” “Well, not technically. You got in the car willingly,” Tea reasoned. I reached for the door’s lock again, growing desperate.

Gamma Louis helped me stand and held my shoulders "Calm down, Luna. Breathe in and out, you need to calm down first so I can understand you," I shook my head, my tears made my eyes blurry, but I continued holding on to his hand. "Please, help me," I cried more. "Take me away from..." The sound of steps coming from the stairs stopped me and I whimpered. I immediately released myself from Gamma Louis's grip and rushed toward the door. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," I continued, crying as I tried to open the door, but for some reason, I couldn't open it.

"Something that should have happened a long time ago." I pulled against the shackles, testing them. The metal screamed in protest, and cracks spider-webbed across their surface. "I'm done being their victim. I'm done being weak. I'm done being afraid of what I am."

“Tristan…” My gaze lands on the shackles on the floor. Something wicked coils in my psyche. “Put me down!” “You’re free to scream.”

“Not their maid. Not their pawn. MINE.” The shackles gave a final groan and snapped. Ember collapsed, but I caught her before she hit the ground. I dragged her down, flipping her onto her back on the cold stone. Her legs fell open instantly, trembling, begging without words. I spread her wider, pressing her into the ground, and drove into her again. Every thrust was savage, raw, claiming. The stone scraped her skin, sweat and blood slicking between us, but neither of us cared. Her nails raked deep gouges down my chest, drawing blood, and it only made me fuck her harder.

“Since returning here I discover something else within me. I want people especially those living with me to explain about myself, I want them to force me to see but I don’t trust them. It seems sometimes my now me was created out of fear.” “Fear for what? What does your instinct tell you?” “It seems I might be lost to myself. I live in a world of my own making but when I look closer my world seem full of shadows and lies. I am trap in the way I see myself. I think I taught myself a kind of discipline in every action that I take.” “There must be a reason for your reaction. Did you try to find it?” “I am a prisoner of my own making it seems. I return here with the firm notion to search for an

I will force her lips open with my cock, and she will learn what it means to belong to someone who doesn’t ask. I carry her up the gangway. The carrier is massive, a wall of steel rising out of the black water, rain hammering the deck, wind howling through the rigging. The crew has been paid to be elsewhere. The only people on board are the ones I need. I open the doors to a shipping container. It is empty except for a heavy steel ring bolted to the floor, the kind used to secure cargo. I set Emily down gently, almost tenderly, and I take the handcuffs from my pocket. I click one cuff around her wrist and the other around the ring. She is secure. She cannot reach the doors. She cannot reach

I was confused and worried about what my mates did. "Now that everything is clear, may we ask why we are in shackles?" Emre hissed, showing the chains and frowning. "This is a next-level disrespect. We didn't commit to this relationship to get punished for some idiot's mistakes," Caspian added, glaring at Kit, who was shaking her head and looking around in bewilderment.