Ninjago Games Possession Novels & Stories

This isn't like me. When I don't say anything for about ten minutes, he grabs the bottle out of my hands and places it next to him before grabbing one of my hands and placing it inside his own. I don't think I'll ever get used to how warm his hands are. Or the way his fingers curl tightly around mine. "Come on, sweetheart. Just one small taste. Let it go. It can't hurt you, I promise. I won't let anything happen to you."

They greets us with small bows. “Where's Joyce? Is she not joining us?” I asked looking around for her. Connor points towards the spectators and my eyes quickly locate Joyce... she is waving at us with a big smile. "She's pregnant and can't run about!" Connor said. "Right, I kinda forgot she's pregnant!" I said. Joyce blows a kiss over to me and I catch it.. I wink at her and turn back to the game. *... the player who gets the ball needs to pass it to the teammates behind... the teammate who gets the ball can attack the opponent immediately... *

“And you don’t get to decide who I can hug.” His fingers tightened slightly around her elbow. "You walked away from my table,” he said through clenched teeth. “And the first thing you do is throw yourself at someone else.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. “I did not throw myself at anyone.” “You were smiling.” The accusation in his voice stunned her more than the anger. “I’m allowed to smile,” she said, her voice shaking now, not from fear but from frustration. “You don’t own that, either.” His breathing was heavier than usual, chest rising and falling in controlled but strained movements. For a second, something flickered in his eyes. Not just anger, but possessiveness.

His hands moved to her hips, holding her in place as he leaned forward and nipped at her collarbone. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into," he murmured, his lips tracing a path down her neck. His hands continued their journey, exploring the soft curves of her body, his touch rough and possessive. He nipped and sucked at her skin, leaving little marks as if to claim her as his own. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice a low rumble, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "Mine, and only mine. You understand that, don't you?"

Why is it me? Apparently his name is JayPark, who stands out from the crowd and gets what he wants but I can't give him my first! but his strength is very strong, only one hand can hold hands above the top of my head, his feet are between the inside my awl I press hard there. I panicked and opened my eyes to look at him as if begging!