Reeling Him In Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The network was still occupied by the other. Fortunately, Reese realized pretty quickly that I was a little perplexed and yanked the corner off the net the moment the two wanted to run over. It happened so quickly that I didn't really notice what was happening. It was only when three of these growling critters were suddenly frolicking in the net that I realized what must have happened. Reese had caught her.

Like he owns me. My fingers twitch with the urge to grab his hair and yank. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. I can see it in the slow, wicked grin. In the way his tongue rolls lazily over his lower lip. “Rhea,” he says softly. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

He taunts, as I turn to see him pulling down his boxers. Walking up to him, I kneel, wrapping the black plastic cord. Wrapping it under his balls, I thread one end through the loop. Using all my strength, I pull the tie as tight as possible, his body convulsing; barely alive. Tugging a little more, I make sure that the plastic torture device is as tight as possible before backing away. ****

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I tried to yank my hand away, but he held firm. “Let. Go.” His lips curled into a smirk. “Or what?” And then he pulled.

“Help me, I need to get the bullet out.” I swallowed hard. “I–I don’t know how.” Reid lifted his head, managing a faint, lopsided grin. With startling speed, he got to his feet and tackled me to the ground. His bleeding hand pressed against my throat. I choked, eyes wide. “I think there are a few things you need to learn for someone who claims to have a brown belt,” he mused, laughing as he got off me and extended a hand. I blinked, utterly confused.

I collapse to the floor. " Now what should we do to you?" He asks, leaning down to look at me. He grabs my hair and pulls me upwards. I wince at the pain. Where the fuck is back up when you need them? Reynold pulls out my earpiece from my ear and throws it on the floor, squashing it with his shoe like it's a bug. He grips my jaw and fuck it hurts. " First I'm gonna cut your pretty little mouth so you will learn to stay out of people's shit."