Knock Em Stiff Book Novels & Stories

But the unease in my chest refused to fade. The room felt too still. Too quiet. Every sound made me flinch—the soft hum of the heater, the ticking of the clock. My heartbeat was loud in my ears, a steady, nervous rhythm that wouldn’t slow down. And then— A knock. Soft, but sharp enough to slice through the silence. I jolted, my body tensing. My breath caught in my throat. Damien stirred a little but didn’t wake. The knock came again. I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to stay steady. “Come in.”

~EVERETT~ The sound of fists hitting flesh was wet and strong. Someone made a noise. Another person cried out. Bodies were knocked backward. I couldn't see much, still pressed against the cold tile, but I heard every strike. Knox moved like a storm of controlled anger. There were three loud thuds, three heavy breaths then the strong smell of blood mixed with the steam filled the room. "Out." His voice was dangerously low. "Touch what's mine again, and I will break more than your fucking necks."

I might be weak but I'm not useless and furthermore I can feel my strength building up each day , making my muscles stiff and sore from the sudden surge of energy . " You're right . I feel disrespected . " The guy knocks the book right out of Asha's hand . She glares at him furiously . " Ayee , we got a reaction . What are you going to do eh ? Gonna punch me will ya ? Or will you set me on fire and burn me alive ? " He mocks . My eye twitches . Even I'm getting pissed off in her stead at this point . These guys know no bounds . Don't you just love it when peoples' personal insecurities start spilling out in the form of hate for others ?

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 59: Dominion Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. It continues—louder, wilder—the brutality, the obliteration, the devastating, mind-blowing rhythm of his thick, unrelenting dick slamming so deep into her. Again. And again. In that maddeningly perfect angle. Over and over. Until she’s losing her goddamn mind, spiraling beyond control. Good heavens.

He stumbled a step backward, and I tried not to let my pride and ego at getting the first hit to distract me. I threw my left hand at his face during his stumble, but he grabbed my fist and twisted it. I yelped in pain and used my other foot to land another blow to his side. His grip faltered, and I was able to get out of it. Before I could blink, the air was knocked out of my lungs from a hit to my gut.

On my wedding day, my groom's sister, Nadia Lawson, who had grown up being spoiled by him and their parents, stormed onto the stage. Flanking her on each side were two blond men who claimed to be her bodyguards. Right there and then, she wanted to tear off my wedding dress while shrieking, "You shameless wretch! I have my eye on this dress. Take it off and hand it over to me now!" By the time I got over my shock and wanted to get away, the two blond men had already pinned me to the ground and pulled the zipper on the back of the dress halfway down.

She locked her legs around Kathleen’s waist and squeezed hard. Kathleen’s claws dug deeper into Emory’s arm, drawing blood as she tried to break free. Emory groaned, ignoring the pain, and putting even more pressure on her grip. In a furious snarl, Kathleen threw her head backwards, bashing it into Emory’s face. The second Emory’s grip slipped, Kathleen reeled forward and slammed her into the ground.

It was shorter than one of the guys' warehouse levels. The second to last door on the left was opening. Kiema raced through it, pushing the huge man back. His nose was stuffed in a book, dark framed glasses sliding down his nose. I reached around Kiema, slapped a hand over his mouth. Knocked the book to the floor. I immediately knew I'd fucked up.

He made me drench his rod, and he's laced now on my juice. He started moving slowly and I can hear his grunts. I accidentally clenched my muscle and Elijah groaned, he almost stopped. "Oh god!" He's spitting some cursed imaginable. "Please don't do that. Don't make me come early." Elijah disobeyed me. In my view, he didn't like it, so he tried not to accidentally clench my muscle. I relaxed and accepted him. He's pounding on me and it became faster. Then he suddenly shifted and somewhere in the upper corner was hit by his rod, it made my hair raise to no end and my knees weakened.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* Ava shoved the dildo under the clothes in her box along with her scrap book and jumped to her feet in half a second, her heart pounding as she rearranged her panties over her frustrated sex.