Owned By The Navy Seal Novels & Stories

“ Of course neither of them replied The ride to Kate’s was silent except for the occasional crackle from the guards’ earpieces. When we pulled up in front of Kate’s apartment building, she was already standing by the door. She froze when she saw the two men step out of the car after me. “What in the world…” she said, eyes wide. “Lena, are you...what's going on? is this some kind of celebrity security thing now?” I forced a small smile. “Not exactly.” She raised an eyebrow. “Okay… you’re coming inside right now and explaining.” She said dragging my hand. --- Inside, her apartment smelled like coffee and vanilla candles. She shut the door and turned to me, crossing her arms. “Alright,” she sa

The top-floor executive suite in a sleek Manhattan skyscraper overlooked the glittering city lights. The massive glass conference table still held scattered documents from the emergency late-night meeting. Liliana Voss, 25-year-old ruthless heiress and acting CEO, had just dismissed her board after a brutal takeover negotiation. Only one man remained. Victor Kane, the 6’9” Black former Navy SEAL turned head of corporate security, locked the door with a heavy click. His dark eyes burned with cold fury.

File: WILLIAM “FISH” GOLDEN Age: 35 Former Unit: U.S. Navy SEAL Specialty: Deep-sea infiltration, underwater demolitions, salvage ops Status: Civilian — Operating dive school off Queensland coast Gale Thorne rubbed her eyes and flipped to the next tab. The monitor’s glow washed her office in arctic blue, sparing nothing: polished oak, framed citations, a city of redactions. She skimmed the bullet points, then the photo—sun-browned, water-cut, smile like trouble.

Instead of me to focus on the different ideas I became hyper stimulated. “Adrian we are late already.” I reminded him, my hands against his waist. “I'm the owner of the company and I make the decision there.” He conquered. I surrendered again, the billionaire's enemy became obsessed with having sex or pleasure with me. My opening received his little pet again as I moaned under the water in the bathtub. “Adrian…Adrian…Gosh.” This word sprut out from my mouth repeatedly. While he was still having his moment with me and in his eyes the intimacy looked unendless.

But I have to rein it all in and my poor dick has been paying the price. It's the first time since I became a man that I've had to deny myself anything, especially something I wanted so fucking bad I ached. Her scent, her looks, her smile, even the way she snarls at me when she's pissed makes my beast pull against his restraints. All the control I've prided myself on having since I joined the navy has flown the fuck out the window. And I couldn't tell you where it went. Except maybe in the palm of her little hand.

"I joined the navy because that's where my grandfather served and it sounded like the right thing to do. Plus, the army recruiter was a real asshole, but the navy guys talked about fleet week and how much fun they had." "And the girls?" Fleet week is a big thing in San Francisco. I've heard all the stories. Hudson laughs. "The girls may have had something to do with it. Anyway, my first few months at boot camp I ran into this guy named Ridge. He was a SEAL doing training with his team nearby. In passing one afternoon I asked him what it was like to be a SEAL and he didn't give me the standard answers." "There're standard answers?" "Yeah, you know. 'It's great, kid' or 'The best thing on the

"If they're being held domestically Blade and Jake might be of help there, I'll get my team to look overseas. I'll let you know what we come up with if anything. If you get anymore just shoot it to me. Are the SEALs there?" "We're here." Logan answered him on the speaker. "Can one of you explain to your admiral that I don't take orders from him? The man's a pain in the ass." "Why what's he doing?" "Well for starters, he and his motley crew seem to think that all that's needed is to kill everyone and anything that moves. This is a very delicate situation we're dealing with here, we can't just go blow shit up for fuck sake." "Why don't you give them something to do? Let them help you out?"

"If we're on the water, then we're vulnerable, so the boat has the power to get us far away from any threats very quickly, and if there's any we can't outrun, then Captain Wales and his crew are more than capable of fighting off any threats. He's an ex SEAL. So are his crew." "Wow," Mark murmured. This was serious stuff, he realized and he sat quietly considering it all for a while. If what Jasmine said was true, and even if he ended up returning to his normal life after a few days, he'd still be a target. Mark's life had well and truly changed. He still didn't know if it was for the better, but it was certainly going to be different.

“What right do you have to take Sergio’s turfs? Just because the bastard’s gone doesn’t mean you can snake your way in and –“ SLAM! I drive the SEAL onto the tabletop and this elicits a gasp from Raphael. To the naked eye, the SEAL appears quite ordinary. It is a green marbled jade cube with a carved out phoenix on top. But there is an unusual feature to it; its perpetual shine. It never fades, not even in the darkest nights of winter. Whoever owns the SEAL controls the Mafia. And now, it is in my hands. I shoot a look at Raphael who quickly sits back down.

"What would you have me call this then? That man is almost as old as you, he is probably a couple of years older , and that is the man you chose for your daughter whom you claim to love? I call bullshit!" Christopher sighed, clearly starting to lose his patience. "At least if you are married to him, i can rest easy knowing that you will be protected and well taken care of." "But most importantly, you will also rest easy knowing fully well that the North Bank contract would be awardeded to you without question right? I mean isn't that the real reason why you are so eager to ship of your only daughter to her doom?"