Pretend You're Mine Novels & Stories

He would never be anything else, not even my friend. But it was nice to pretend. Just as I could pretend my husband was someone else, I could pretend I met this man on the town. We had chemistry, so now I was in his bed, his part-time fuck buddy. I would return to my small apartment afterward and live my life, having the freedom to see him again if I wanted to. No one owned me. I was in charge of my life—my freedom. None of it was real…but it was fun to pretend.

“ What exactly do you have in that manipulative mind of yours?" I exhale deeply, secretly glad he didn't react rashly or get angry with me. Taking a deep breath, I try to collect my thoughts together. “ Well" I begin. “ I-i was just thinking we could- you know- pretend” Demetrius raises a skeptical eyebrow. This time, his tone is mildly laced with a hint of interest. " Pretend?” He echoes. " Pretend for what, exactly?” “ We-we could pretend to be married without any contract marriage" I say, my voice shaking slightly. “ You know...just for appearance's sake. You are a social face and it would be kind of sudden and surprising for the world to see that you are married"

Understand that you are only mine-he bumped into some objects in the living room, he was very drunk- since you came to my company and sat down in front of me I knew you would be mine-he assured me with great certainty. -You have no idea what you are talking about, Nicholas, you are just drunk and when people are like that they talk nonsense, so please go back where you came from, don't you see what time it is? I don't want to get in trouble with my neighbors for these numbers like a teenager.

"Trust me. By the time we’re done, she won’t just want you in her plan—she’ll think she came up with it herself. Now go get changed. You’ve got a mop to handle." I laugh, shaking my head as I leave the room. For the first time in years, I feel a flicker of hope. My mate is here, and I’ll do whatever it takes to win her heart—even if it means pretending to be something I’m not.

“Because you are mine. Mine and mine alone." I flicked my gaze back and forth, unable to make sense of what was happening. What the hell? Had this monster just claimed me?

“Sure. But if your ex so much as looks at you sideways, he and I are going to have a real friendly chat. Navy SEAL style.” Be still my treacherous heart. As he steps closer, heat blooms low in my belly. Tonight, he’s pretending to be mine. The trick will be convincing myself it’s just pretend.

[heavy breathing] I touch myself thinking about you. All the time. Like, embarrassing amounts. I have this vibrator - it's purple, it's really good - and I fuck myself with it and I pretend it's you. I pretend you're on top of me, holding me down, telling me I'm your good girl... [moan] God, I want you to call me that. Your good girl. Or your dirty girl. Or your little slut. I don't care. I just want you to call me YOURS.

“Come, I want to take you somewhere special.” “Where?” “Do you trust me?” “With my heart.” He pauses to look at me again with a look of wonder and awe as if I were some great prize that he has claimed and cannot believe his luck. “We will need to do a bit of pretending,” he explains. “So I need you to follow my lead and play along. Where we are going, I’m not Crown Prince Primus, I’m someone else…” “Oh?” I let him pull me into his arms again, this time prepared for what will happen next. “I guess it wouldn’t be the first time.”

“You are not my mate,” I muttered into my empty office. “But you are mine.” The urge to possess and dominate choked me. “No one else can have you.” I did not try to understand the feeling. All I knew was that it was there. Amethyst was mine and anyone that tried to take her from me would meet a cold end.

Probably I should deny it wasn't mine. I turned off my laptop and placed a book to my face pretending to be reading while I wasn't. “Hey” James greets while I look over my book with a serious expression even though my cheek is a mask of embarrassment and my heart can't stop beating so fast. It's just simple, deny it and move on. That's all. “I'm guessing you dropped this” “Umh… no… that's not mine, you're mistaken” “You mean you prefer this more than my own shaft. You haven't gotten a taste of it to see how good it is”