Posesión De La Muñeca De Algodón Del Maníaco Obsesivo Mga Nobela at Kwento

I'd grown up figuring things out as I went, alone, with nobody to show me how any of this worked. He looked at me then, mildly amused. *"Is that so?"* he said. *"My ring costs more than you want to know. You can write me a check whenever you feel like it."* My brain short-circuited. Diana choked beside me. I'd officially played myself. *"Okay,"* I mumbled, barely audible. *"I will."* I prayed he didn't hear the way my voice cracked. --- **Ethan's POV** Shopping for women's clothing was a headache.

"I have spent my life making sure you are my only obsession.A reflection will not replace me. Look at me, Ivy—see me. Even here, in the middle of this nightmare, I want you to remember who owns the heart that’s beating so frantically in your chest." The humming intensified, a ghostly, feminine melody that seemed to leak from the very wallpaper. Dante’s obsession flared into a fever. He needed to overwrite the lullaby with the sound of his own name. He needed to prove, right here in the center of their enemies' design, that his possessiveness was a force of nature that no "Red String" could restrain. He pushed Ivy back against the heavy, lace-covered bed—the bed that was a replica of her girl

He was indeed a beautiful man, I could not help myself from swooning. “Like what you see?” He teased, making me roll my eyes. He was still a narcissist. “kneel down and pull my pants down.” He ordered. I stared at him, thinking he was crazy. He did not just order me to kneel down, but the slight tilt of his head said otherwise. Reluctantly I knelt down and was face to face with his private area. I pulled down his shorts and almost regretted it. I came face to face with a monster. A monster I was not expecting at all. I looked up at him and he only smirked.

“The woman is not who I am worried about, I am worried about Axell! Don't you know how crazy he can be when he wants something? He does everything in his power to get it! He is a psychopath! Haven't you noticed that?” I screamed at the top of my voice.

When it’s time to work, she understands the score. It’s nearly impossible to stay still on our ride to the warehouse. My fingers itch for blood. The man’s hands are tied to a hook in the wet room at the back of the warehouse. I swear Moon’s eyes practically glow when he sees him. For someone who always appears calm and in perfect control, this is the closest I’ve come to see Moon lose it. His fist connects with the man’s nose and blood flies. Moon removes a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes his hand and face after the hit.

So maybe the old head maid doesn't want me to come here to the second floor because she is abusively mistreating our boss! A man was handcuffed and unconscious, sitting on the floor. His top coat was bare and he was only wearing his pants. Even though, I was still far away from him and it wasn't that bright, I could still notice his ruddy wrist. Maybe it was caused by the iron handcuffs attached to him. "S—Seniorito..."

I take as much of her breast into my mouth as I can, then pull up, squeezing them both, holding them. I forget this woman's history, her vulnerability. I'm a caveman and I want only one thing. To own, possess, make her mine in an indelible way. I want her to know that she's mine. I want her to understand that she must die before she submits or gives herself to another man. I pull her arms up over her head, pull the torn fabric of the shirt to her hands and knot it around her wrists. "Don't move your arms."

My hands are fastening. Fuck, I'm trying to get my eyes straight and casual but that is totally impossible Doctor Manuel looked at me. Fuck. He noticed what I was doing. I quickly removed my hands. He could swear he grinned. He bent down to pick a said pen that fell off the table. He lingered there for a moment. Fuck he looked through my dress. I was caught off guard for a moment. That means yesterday wasn't a coincidence! He saw my pussy!! Fuck. “You should come back early Miss McCann, and I'd prefer you to come without your boyfriend, I've got personal questions to ask you”

The man grabbed her violently and threw her onto the bed. A terrified scream escaped her. He was completely drunk. He approached and began removing his clothes while muttering incomprehensible words. Iris resisted violently, crying sometimes and moving chaotically other times. No… nooo… She was terrified. And when he was about to remove the upper part of her dress— A loud crash was heard at the door. The man frowned but ignored it and focused on her. Iris trembled under his gaze, then with all her remaining strength, she bit his hand.

I bet it's the comfort room, the door to get outside, his walk in closet, I don't know the last one. I tried to move and sit down. My body feels so heavy! My head was achingly thumping! I felt like I have a hang over. When I tried to comb my hair that's when I realized that my hand was cuffed. I am cuffed at the head board! What the hell?! Why do he need to cuffed me?! I tried to struggles and grab my hand. I didn't know that one of the doors opened. "I'll set you free if you break that cuff." cold and dangerous voice of Bullet is what I heard. I looked at him quickly and shows my most disgusted and rage look.