I Want To Be Your Left Hand Man Novels & Stories

“Your hand isn’t what I want.” “My hand is all you get right now. You have to earn my cock.” He smiles, slow and arrogant. “I’m not a little prick who’s desperate to fuck your pussy and chase my own pleasure. I’ll get inside you when I’m good and ready, and not a moment before.” His voice goes hard. “Ride my hand, Lily.” He leans in, his voice low and sinful. “Show your Daddy how prettily you come.”

As we exchanged rings, I held Yasmin Walsh's hand, and my gaze fell on her wrist. An old silver watch hung there, its dial yellowed with age, its hands forever frozen at 3:07. "Take off the watch," I said. Her smile stiffened. Instinctively, she pulled her hand back. "Jayden Burke, stop it. Everyone is watching." I didn't move. I repeated myself softly, but loud enough for the entire hall to hear, "Take off the watch."

I Left My Heart On Sirius Eva Green Published by: Eva Green I Left My Heart On Sirius Copyright © 2021 by Eva Green All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted without the prior written consent of the copyright owner and publisher of this book. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. *

“Your hand isn’t what I want.” “My hand is all you get right now. You have to earn my cock.” He smiles, slow and arrogant. “ I’ll get inside you when I’m good and ready, and not a moment before.” His voice goes hard. “Ride my hand, sweetie” He leans in, his voice low and sinful. “Show your Daddy how prettily you come.”

He desperately needed this job. Seeing the hesitation in the waiter's eyes, Nora became even more enthusiastic and pleaded, "Please, I won't be long and I won't cause any trouble. I promise." "Nora!" The woman who had been mocking Nora immediately grabbed Nora's hand and pushed her away. "What are you doing? Get out of here! This isn't your place. You weren't invited here!" "That's right, you weren't invited, so why did you force your way in? Were you never taught manners?"

Fuck the thoughts, and damn the consequences. I stepped over the threshold and took his hand. “I’ll be yours. I’ll follow the rules. I’ll become your submissive.”

“Can I take my hand back?” “Only if you promise you won’t be running away.” “If I run away, I’m sure you can catch me in an instant.” “Are you sure? Earlier, I heard you say I have a lot of growing up to do, and I assume you think I’m a lame man who can’t even stand on his feet or decide for himself.” “That’s not what I meant. You won’t be a Gamma if you’re lame.” “That’s how you make me feel.” “I just want my hand back.”

"Sir I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to leave or I'm going to have to forcefully remove you." "Now if my theory is correct and you're still here than that means that bastard trusts you completely. You'd be his right hand man of sorts and are probably privy to all his shenanigans, both past and present. Now for me, that's a good thing because I wouldn't feel bad when I bash your face in." "Sir I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to leave or I'm going to have..."

Then I looked up at the moon and raised my hand, forming a small circle with my fingers. "Send me back."

My hand just hovered near her, like hers had hovered near me the night everything changed. “You don’t have to remember to feel it,” I said. “Some things stay even when everything else is gone.” Her breath shook. Barely. But I saw it. I moved my hand to hers, slow, giving her time to pull away. She didn’t. Our fingers met. Her hand was cold. I closed mine around it. “You are still you,” I said. “Whatever name he gave. Whatever crown he said was yours. You are still the same woman who looked at me and didn’t flinch when I was at my worst.”