I Will Make You Mine Novels & Stories

How badly they want to become each other. "Today I will make you mine, Pearl" .

-I know, but I can't risk them taking you from me. -You're crazy, I yell at him. -I helped you because that's what I would have done for anyone. I'm not yours. -You are mine, and you will stay here. Because that's what I want,he yells at me angrily.

And with Tyler by my side; my god I felt pretty much invincible. ~ stay tuned for the sequel (and trequel) coming soon. xx. eden aster.

Aubrey… Five more minutes… She mumbled this while folding her hands into an effort at pleading; her voice thick with sleepiness. I looked at her for a moment before raising my hand, pointing out the number with all five fingers. Five minutes, I insisted. She nodded sluggishly, beginning to fall back into bed again. I did not believe her nod. But there was no time for debate. I ran into the kitchen and made breakfast; just toast with jam, enough to keep her going until noon. I placed the slices in the toaster and pressed the lever. The toast popped from the toaster, and I slathered it with jam in a rush.

he demanded, "don't you realize you're mine? Only mine! And without another word he kissed me.

He smiled enough to make me feel at ease. “You have me now, from now on, lean on me baby.”

"No, Master! I'm sorry… I'm just… I…" He pressed his forehead to mine. "I know you are, sweetheart. I'm aching as well. My cock is pressed right up against your wet, hot, little pussy and all I can think of is slamming into you and fucking you so hard that you can't walk up to the house. But I also want to savor this moment with you. To taste every inch of your sweet little body. You can handle it because you want to please me, and you know this will."

" I asked in confusion. Vena stopped, turned around and looked at me. She took a deep breath, raised a finger and pointed at me, flicking her finger as she spoke. "To be regarded as someone with Importance, you would need to know people with Importance. You would need to be associated with people who have a mark in the social world and I just happened to know just the right people for you. Now let's go."

Thank goodness she’d brought her tweezers. Wait, she needed to focus. She was talking sense to herself, remember? “Lucia Hills. This is all fake. This is a fake date; this is a fake boyfriend. You can’t just go around kissing hot guys who look like they come straight out of a movie set because they smile at you like that and listen to you prattle on about your job for a few minutes.