Reeling Him In Novels & Stories

"He’s missing, Rhea." A gasp leaves my throat. The room feels like it’s spinning. I step closer to him, my hands reaching out to grab his arms, gripping the fabric of his shirt as if it’s the only thing keeping me upright. ***

He snarked. "Morior Invictus." I sneered back. He wanted me to beg him to give me mercy but that's losing my own pride and that would never happen. It could most probably kill me but when did I give two fucks about it. He tightly pulled the rope so that now I was at the fine borderline of suffocating. Don't give him that satisfaction, Reina but that tear couldn't help but slided out. No whimpers just one tear sliding down gave him a smile. He loosened the rope and just stared at me.

Of if he knows, he doesn't care. I stumble backwards, trying to give myself more time to catch my breath. The Reaper, on the other hand, sees it as the perfect opportunity to catch me off guard. He grabs me from my back holding me in a firm bear hold. I instantly crouch down, and spin to the side, before reaching out to punch him in the nuts, resulting in him releasing me from his grasp. I lunge forward and throw my elbow back to connect with his shoulder, pushing him away from me.

He positioned himself at my entrance, hesitation so evident in the tense lines of his shoulders, before he pushed forward slightly. Pulling back, he did so again, and that’s when I felt the stretch. When he did it again, a burning sensation made me press my eyes together. Two hands grabbed at mine, comforting and familiar as they gripped tightly above my head. Taide. Reigh pulled out again, sinking in further this time, pressing against a bundle of nerves that took away from the burn slightly.

He says with a smirk on his face that says he knows what I was thinking. “While you help, you will not cum.” Reed says, kissing my shoulder. “And you will not let that fun little thing slip out. I know that part should be easy for you because of that beautifully tight pussy of yours.” He adds, grabbing my hips and giving them a little shake, and I hear him chuckle in my ear. I think I have an idea as to what they have put in me, and as long as I don't move too fast I should be able to keep myself from cumming.

Charles must have really lost his mind. Through the gap at the bottom of the sack, I could see the man walking closer to us until his mud-caked shoes appeared on the ground in front of me. My hands were completely free now. We were done for. Terrified, I grabbed the rope, trying to look like I was still tied up. However, Charles just stepped up beside me and said impatiently, "Where are the women you promised me? Don't tell me you're trying to scam me by bringing me here.

Things soon got hot and steamy in the small room. He lowered his head to bite my bra strap before dragging it down. His eyes were dark and unfathomable as he looked at me. "What am I going to do with you? It's what I get for liking you, isn't it? It's alright, though—I'll try to get you to make things official with me." … When I got home, I saw Shawn sitting on the couch, his expression ugly. I ignored him and turned to head upstairs. "Stop right there." He looked at me.

I finally managed. He shrugged, clutching the reins of his horse tighter. “Just one more incentive to win, wouldn’t you agree?”

How could he just stand by while his father and sister threatened to kill us all? I tasted blood and didn’t stop. Even as Colt squirmed, I clamped down on his muzzle and thought about how I wanted to break his jaw. He thrust a paw at my face, and I only let go when his nails dug into my eye. Colt scrambled away but didn’t get far before I grabbed his ankle and wrenched my head side to side, shaking him like a ragdoll. I didn’t realize he had begun transforming until his cries sounded distinctly more human.

I crawl closer, my breath coming in short, excited gasps. Suddenly, without warning, I felt a sharp tug on my wrists as he pulled me closer. I look up, startled, and see Bryce holding a length of rope, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. He ties my wrists together, the rope biting into my skin just enough to remind me of my place. I bite my lip, a mix of pain and pleasure washing over me. "There," he says, his voice satisfied. "Now that you're properly restrained, I can see your beautiful body, and you can't escape."