Novel & Cerita Man Kneeling Silhouette

— Autumn “Get on the bench on all fours,” the blonde man says to me, pointing at a pew. I shift my position so that I’m kneeling. It’s tough because the pew is quite narrow, but I squeeze my legs together tightly and just barely manage to fit. The blonde man walks behind me and I hear him undo his belt. The other man, a brunette, approaches me from the front. He makes eye contact with me while he undoes his pants and unleashes his cock.

But my attention didn’t linger on him for long because the moment I became visible, every single person at the table snapped their gaze toward me at once. The weight of it was suffocating. Enough to make anyone freeze. Enough to steal the air from your lungs. But instead of feeling those emotions, my gaze drifted to the people kneeling on the ground. Kael and his family. They were on their knees, bodies trembling, raw fear etched deep into their expressions. Kael knelt at the front, his head bowed. He wasn’t crying. He wasn’t speaking. But the way his body shook betrayed his fear completely. His father knelt beside him, face pale, hands trembling as they pressed against the floor.

My heart flutter at their movements. "Shit just got real." I heard Cade whisper to Adrian and they also knelt down in front of me, hanging their heads low. It is known that kneeling for someone means you respect and you surrender. In the underworld, in our world, kneeling for someone means the person is higher than you and has command over you. They all know, we all know, yet they all still knelt down for me. Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet.

“Kneel.” My knees hit silk before my brain caught up. My heart slammed against my ribs. The crowd tightened around us. He circled me once, slow. Gloved fingers trailed across my shoulders, down my spine, lifted the hem of my dress just enough to show the curve of my ass to everyone watching.

Only a pale line remained where the chain had rested, the last trace that someone had once loved him. I didn't know how long I knelt there or how long I cried. Eventually, the ache in my chest dulled, and my tears ran dry. Just when I thought it was all over, Walter came down. The sharp click of his handmade leather shoes against the floor rang out. He stepped into the center of the lobby and fixed his gaze on Micah's motionless form, his expression unreadable. "Are you done with your act? Are you trying to illicit sympathy just like how Nadia taught you? Did you actually think that I'd break just because you're playing helpless? Keep dreaming!"

After practicing how to tie belts for so long, it finally came in handy today. Once she finished tying, Stella told him to turn back around. Following the same posture as before, Keegan knelt in front of her with his hands behind his back. Having just showered, his hair was still damp, casually swept back with his hand. He slightly bowed his head, with a few strands falling over his face, partially obscuring his expression, revealing only his deeply submissive eyes. Stella felt her heart skip a beat. No wonder everyone enjoys seeing a man in a suit kneeling; it's just too tempting!

Tore helps Rose to her feet as well before taking a few steps back to retrieve yet another blade of his that is stuck in another dead man’s chest. A tall lean man is kneeling next to the deceased with his head bowed all the way down onto the muddy ground. The grime and slime coat his hair as he sobs and hitches uncontrollably. Kane lets go of my hand and steps over to the trembling man, stopping right in front of his quivering form.

“Think you can stand?” Nodding my head, he helped steady me on my feet before stepping back and placing one knee on the ground, with the other bent in front of him. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until he crossed his arm over his chest and placed it on his heart, then tilted his head to the side. He was offering me his neck as a show of submission. It was a sign of respect and acceptance. I told myself I wouldn’t allow others to see me cry, so I blinked back the tears that now blurred my vision. When I looked over at everyone in the stands, I saw they also knelt in the same way as the Beta did.

A dark mass of people was soon kneeling on the ground. After that, the Silva family’s bodyguards, security guards, and others also put all the blame on the Silva family. Then, they also followed the others and kneeled on the ground while raising their hands. In a blink of an eye, the crowd of two thousand gangsters were all kneeling on the ground and didn’t even dare to move. Only the Silva family members and Margie Cloude were left standing. They looked around. There were either indifferent gazes, sharp and cold blades, or people kneeling on the ground.

Sterling rolled his sleeves, one then the other, with slow precision. Then he knelt beside the tub, tall and broad even on one knee, and for a long moment he just looked at Noah. His shirt stretched over his chest, the line of his jaw sharp in the glow of the bathroom light, his eyes dark with something unreadable. There was something inherently powerful about the way he knelt, nothing submissive, nothing uncertain. Just a man who had chosen to be there, who was steady even when Noah wasn’t. Then he dipped a sponge in the water, silent, and placed his hand on Noah’s shoulder. Anchoring. Careful.