Ruthless Ties Novels & Stories

"Vacate the coordinate! My system demands an immediate return to my residence!" The exact millisecond my spine achieved a partial vertical alignment as I attempted to scramble from the bedding, Mr. Jefri unleashed a violent downward thrust, detonating my shoulder blades flat against the mattress once more. He dropped his knees to anchor a dominant, locked stance directly straddling the perimeter of my thighs, his fingers moving with practiced, mechanical speed to loosen the knot of his necktie before callously discarding his high-grade tailored suit jacket onto the flooring. "Banish the delusion that your frame will be permitted to execute an evacuation from this sector so easily."

He leaned down, his lips brushing hers, a possessive claim that tasted of smoke and secrets. "Now, give me the USB." Cali’s hand tightened around the leather-bound drive. "No. This is my leverage, Devi. This is the one thing you can't buy back." Devi’s expression shifted. The understanding husband vanished, replaced by the ruthless CEO who had built an empire on blood. He stepped into her space, his shadow swallowing her, his jealousy of her defiance flaring. "Leverage?" he whispered, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly soft register. "Against me? In my house? With my guards at the door and my tracker on your ankle?" He grabbed her wrist, not enough to bruise, but enough to remind her of th

Maybe too busy with the dancing. I turned to see if Daryl had returned to where he had left me. But instead, I saw a dark coat and tie. The broad chest of the man blocked my view of the people beyond him. Slowly, my eyes traveled up and I was shocked when I found Rustov's eyes! He stared at me, eyes dark and serious. He looked down at my body. My chest throbbed and I felt cold. His eyes stopped at my exposed chest for a bit. He frowned before we looked at each other again.

He stared at her intently, his hands moving from her face down to her chest, holding him back and standing away from her. “Why did you tie me? Please open my hand.” She pleaded but there was a strange smile on his face. “I will not touch you but promise after this game you will beg me to touch you.” After finishing his speech, he left the room but his words caused her to get into a fight. Frightened, she tried to free her hands, but the tightness with which they were tied made it so easy that she could not let go. Her fear was getting bigger and bigger because of how he would kill her and what would happen to her.

I was taken aback when she suddenly leaned forward while smiling sheepishly to herself. She attempted to adjust my tie but I caught her by the wrist. “What are you trying to do?” I snarled at her. “I am adjusting my finances tie because he is mine and I am glad that your hair is coiffed in perfection and I wouldn’t be doing many retouches” She muttered in a coquettish voice. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion then like a myriad, it hit me that Kayla couldn’t be so bold and all of that without having a plan that could have been the reasons behind her sudden confidence.

Cressida I could particularly feel my pulse in my ears as I stared at Savaş who came to the nightstand and picked a few things out of it but I couldn't see what they were yet but when I did… I was speechless. He stood in front of me, holding a blindfold in one hand and the other had a ball gag. Now I actually realise what utterly and truly fucked means. He already took my ability to touch anything when he tied me up and now he wanted to take away my abilities to see and talk and even though the idea should scare the hell out of me… it doesn't.

"You are asking me to go back to the person who cheated on me and conspired against me. It’s him who kicked me out of my pack. I refuse to go back to him." "Triana, we can talk about this later," Bruno tried to convince her. "I don’t want to talk to you," Triana fumed. "I, Triana Violet Cole, sever all ties to you, Bruno. I demand you to terminate the mate bond." Bruno felt as if his heart had stopped beating. Time and space stood still for him. He had the impression that the ground beneath his feet was slipping away. He kept gaping at her, holding his breath. It took him a while to get back to normal.

It's time I bring out something on them. some will say I play dirty, but I disagree. I play nasty. My lips curl evilly, Kauris will cry after this. _____________ Killian The usual silence of my basement is now filled with the helpless cries of an innocent girl. She's paying for something she didn't do, it's unfair but newsflash is how things work in the real world. The people you associate yourself with are either your greatest treasures or your inevitable demise. "Please," she cries as Vector secures the chain around her wrist.

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

I looked up quickly. He was standing in the doorway to his office, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, dark slacks tailored to perfection, his jacket hanging over the back of a chair. In his hand, he held a tie—navy silk, expensive enough to pay my utility bills for a year. “Come here.” My breath caught. He didn’t raise his voice. Didn’t repeat himself. Just stood there, the tie dangling from his fingers, eyes on mine with a patience that felt like pressure.