Knock Em Stiff Book Novels & Stories

Emliys pov I was now squirming under him,but his grip my god he has not ready to let me go. He then whispered in my ears ,"you wasted our wedding night so today I am not going to leave you soo easily." That was enough to scare the shit out of me. I started moving around vigorously ,tossing , turing and kicking but nothing seems to be effective. Then suddenly there was a knock on the room and I rejoiced ,my chance to escape .

His lips slam into mine. It is a hard, desperate kiss. The smell of copper and stale perfume fills my nose. A sick, slick tongue tries to force its way between my teeth. The revulsion hits me like a physical blow. I do not hesitate. My hand snaps up, grabbing him by the throat, and I slam his body backward into the heavy oak reading table. The wood cracks. Books scatter across the floorboards like dying birds. "Get off me!" I roar, throwing him to the floor.

CHAPTER 201 — THE KNOCK THAT KNOWS YOUR NAME I didn’t blink when the third knock came Marcus didn’t move either The air around him had changed Too tight Too cautious Too scared for a man who never got scared “Marcus” I whispered “Who is at the door” He didn’t answer He kept staring at the handle like it would attack us That made my stomach twist harder The quiet kind of fear The kind that doesn’t scream The kind that whispers something is wrong “Move back” he said finally his voice low almost shaking

My heart pounds against my chest while Emma stares with eyes wide open, her mouth forming a silent gasp. My hand clams hard over her mouth. “Quiet,” I whisper against her ear. “Not a fucking sound.” Another knock. I smirk against her neck. Whoever it is… they can wait.

Yet, I didn’t have the book when I landed myself in my current trouble, so maybe I should do more reading and less acting on my horniness. With that in mind, I flip open the book. I skim past the familiar chapters until my attention catches on something I don’t remember reading before. It’s a chapter farther back in the book, entitled, The Pleasant Torture of Edging from a Nerdy Boy. What the hell are these titles? Though I suppose it is effective. It catches my eye, after all. Quietly lambasting the author in my head, I skim through the chapter. Within it, the heroine is flirting with a shy, nerdy boy who mostly stammers at first – until the clothes come off. Then it’s like he’s an entirely

Hesitant. I ignored it. The knocking came again, louder this time. “Keep knocking,” I called out, voice raised just enough to carry menace, “and I’ll put a bullet through the fucking wood and your skull right after.” I guided her trembling hand to my balls, squeezing her fingers around them while I drove into her mouth faster now. Fucking her throat in steady, punishing strokes. Another knock sounded just then, gentle, pleadingly. But I ignored it. I pulled out with a wet pop instead, with strings of saliva and blood connecting her lips to me.

KNOCK … KNOCK With my thumping heart, I finally braced myself to open the door, this time I won’t let Derek manipulate me, nor, I would lose my senses now. I’ll be strong and fight with him head-on. BAM … BAM The next knock was more like banging which instantly crushed all my confidence. Taking a deep breath, I finally headed for the door and then unlocked it. CLICK “Why did you take so long??” With a makeup box in his hand, Kim groaned unhappily.

More! He didn't ease in or show mercy—his hips snapped forward in rough, urgent strokes, pounding into me with a rhythm that shook the entire shelf behind us. Books rattled precariously, a few tumbling to the floor with soft thuds that punctuated each slam of his body against mine. His free hand gripped my hip bruisingly, holding me steady as he fucked me deeper, the wet sounds of my pussy taking him echoing obscenely in the quiet library.

The dead grass around my knees bursts into smoking flames. I am pouring my life out into a dead thing, and the pressure is literally shaking it apart, its hollow bones cracking and pulverising as it twists into a shape that should not exist. “EMBER.” The roar of the world crashes back over me. Knox hits me from behind, his large hands clamping over my glowing ones. He flinches violently at the blistering heat of my skin, but he refuses to let go. He crushes his chest against my back, grounding me just like he did in the storage room.

She stepped forward with her cotton slippers, crushing Jadon's glasses, breaking the frames, and gripping his collar for a relentless series of blows. The blue-covered book was wielded with swift and forceful movements, creating afterimages. Despite the splatters of blood on her radiant face, her expression remained cold, showing no signs of hesitation. She chose to switch from using the book's corner to its cover, demonstrating a level of violence that did not prove to be fatal. Jadon's initial defiance turned into desperate pleas and tearful cries. "Ah! Bitch! Let me go! It's painful …" Cursing turned into sobbing pleas. "Let me go … Ms. Emerson, please, I beg you to spare me. I know I was