Ruthless Bond 소설 & 이야기

The next morning, I had woken up to an empty bed, I had slept too much to even realize that he had left. I rushed downstairs, Rachel sat on the couch, watching Television, that was rather awkward, she hardly ever sits to watch anything and here she was so early in the morning face first to the TV. “What’s going on?” I asked, raising a brow at her. “What do you mean?” She asked back “I’m watching TV” she added almost angrily. “You never watch TV” I pointed out. “I might as well start…stocks in the company have started plummeting and my friends no longer want to hang out with me” she said, acting like a child whose friends abandoned her.

His eyes, usually so expressive in private, were deliberately empty as he recited the traditional promises with mechanical precision. "I, Alexander, take you, Isabella, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part." Not a single muscle in his face betrayed emotion. His words were perfect, his delivery flawless, and entirely devoid of feeling. Each syllable struck Isabella like a physical blow. This was Alexander as the world knew him—The Executioner, cold and calculating, who viewed their marriage as nothing more than the final move in his years-long chess game against he

"Oh, Goddess, Everett!" "Careful, little wolf!" I warn, my hands gripping her waist to control the brutal velocity. "I am buried deep. I don't want to rupture you!" She doesn't care. Driven completely insane by the mate bond, she rides me with wild, animalistic aggression until her entire body convulses in a shattering, earth-moving climax. Her pussy walls milk my cock in violent, rhythmic contractions, pouring slick fluid all over my groin and allowing her to slide even faster over my shaft.

"It was a mistake. The bond was.it's too much." "Too much?" Ash's lips set in a tight line. He shoved her into an alcove that was not there, behind a copse of ancient whisperpines. The scent of him, of cedar and moon and raw, unadulterated fury, filled her senses. "You play games like this with us? With me? The bond does not lie, Rhea. We are bound. You are mine. All of us."

I knew him instantly. My throat tightened, my pulse racing. Of all people, I despised him the most. He was ruthless, remorseless. He was the one who had pulled the trigger with no trace of pity in his cold, brown eyes. His gaze fixed on me, only after sweeping the room and assessing the damage I'd caused. I stood there, trying to look strong, pretending to wield armor when in reality, I was trembling with every shaky breath. He raised two fingers toward the door, and the other men turned, leaving us alone. The door clicked shut behind them.

“What the hell do you mean, bonded?” “They did it,” Hadrian said, his voice dropping into a dangerous whisper. “Scarlett and Braxton are officially bonded.” “No!” Rourke roared, slamming both hands down as he stood up, his weak chest heaving violently. “This wasn't supposed to happen! That bond could never be allowed!” Hadrian raised his brows, startled by the sheer venom in his brother's voice. “Why are you reacting so strongly to it? It's just a mark—” “Silence!” Rourke hissed, his knuckles turning white against the polished wood of the desk.

Hopeful and excited. "You are all fucking idiots, it's all a lie! The bond is a twisted way of making us feel something we have no control over. And a connection, pfft, yeah that will never be strong enough to override a fucking mate bond. That connection is strong, till a mate bond comes and…just like that, the bond always wins. Telling you you love someone you barely know. Think about it!" he scoffs. "You're just young , horny and delusional. How many of our kind suffer, or die, after their Mate dies? How many have turned bad because of being rejected?…" Roman nearly roars. "Now let's get to fucking business." He walks closer, he is pissed off, and each of his heavy steps send his aura rip

“There is no bond!” Rafe shouts, turning back towards him. When Jesse’s steps slow, his mouth drawing to a thin line, Rafe laughs and crosses his arms. “Go ahead, Jess. Tell me there’s a bond. Honestly, say it, truthfully, and I’ll believe you. I’ll get on my knees and beg forgiveness.” Jesse glares, raising his chin. But he doesn’t say a word. “That’s what I fucking thought,” Rafe growls, pointing a finger in Jesse’s face. “If she was a mate a bond would have snapped into place, that’s how it works Jesse –“

I want to see my son, train him, and have become like me, his father. I thought about Don Vito. How would I convince him it's a trap? That La Routage has been rigged from top to bottom and was like leading the sheep to its slaughter? La Routage was one of the events Don Vito shows how much power and influence he possesses. It was a massive show-off for him. “A guy named Ruckus, is he one of yours?” Rivera interrupted. How does she know Ruckus? “Uhmm, yes but he was killed two nights ago.”

“I am a murderer, Jesse. I am cold and ruthless and I cannot afford to change that! I fight to keep myself in power, and I will give up anyone or anything that threatens it. I have killed two mates already and now you’re here and—” He cut off, inhaling sharply and letting me go like my skin burned his hands. He turned away from me and I felt him beginning to close off, trying to close that door on the bond again, but I rushed for him—pressing against him both with my body and in the bond, resisting his retreat, refusing to let him close me out in his heart, or turn from me. I grabbed his arm and clung so he couldn’t run without dragging me with him, and I gritted my teeth and fought him in t