Ruthless Ties Novels & Stories

What if he had touched her? Ruthless rolled his eyes when he read that thought and sat upright on the bed. "You could have bitten the ear off, never knew you have now turned into a Vampire." "Did you in any way touch me last night?" They both said at the same time. "You wish," Ruthless said sarcastically and stood up from the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and his refined skin and muscles were showcasing right in front of Vala. He removed his shirt completely and dropped it on the bed.

“Every reckless, stubborn, beautiful inch of you. And tonight you proved you’d kill for that. For me.” He kisses me, slow, deep, claiming. When he pulls back, his eyes are black with hunger. “Hands behind your back.” I obey. He reaches under the cot. Pulls out a length of black silk rope, soft, thin, already knotted at intervals. He loops it around my wrists, quick, expert. Tie them tight but not cruelly. Then he threads the rope through the metal frame of the cot headboard. Pulls until my arms are stretched above me, body arched, chest presented.

He is my drug and I can’t give him up. “Good girl.” He slams back inside me. Gripping my hips as I try to break free of the tie. I need to touch him. To grip the table. To pull him closer to me. He knows I can’t get out of his tie knot. Rowan must have been a damn boy scout with how snug this tie is on my wrist.

Just the single word, spoken with enough weight to serve as both reminder and plea. The syllables hung in the air like a tether, something meant to pull Kael back from whatever edge he was approaching. Karl understood better than anyone how to navigate his Alpha’s darker impulses, when to intervene and when to stay silent. Kael’s jaw clenched with visible effort, the muscles jumping beneath his skin. His grip on the maid’s throat loosened fractionally—just enough to allow her to drag in a desperate, gasping breath. Her chest heaved with the effort of drawing oxygen into starved lungs.

Couldn't clean the body anymore. I guess he's too tired today.

Dabbing his sweat off with the towel, Zale grits dangerously. “I am so going to make him regret it!”. After blocking Edward’s car from every direction, Zale grins in contentment seeing Edward walking towards his car giving up on escaping. Stepping out of his car, Zale stands in all his glory. “Get out of my way, Zale” Edward demands. “Now, now, so eager to run away from me, Edward?” he taunts. Edward thought he hid the escaping part well but then he overlooked the fact that he is going against Zale Austin Windsor, the ruthless and the most powerful man who rules the underworld mafia of New York controlling the in and outs on his fingertips.

But Evelyn only grew louder, her composure slipping into something raw, wild. “I am power!” she screamed. “I am the reason this country worships the Caldwell name! Every single one of you—” her gaze swept the room “—feeds off the scraps of my table. You want to erase me? You can’t. I am untouchable.” Richard, frail in his wheelchair, raised his head. His voice rasped, but it carried: “No, Evelyn. You’re already finished.” The room went silent. She spun on him, eyes blazing with hatred. “You worthless shell! You’d dare betray me after everything I gave you?”

she said, "let's see what else we can do." Ruth set the vibrator aside and retrieved a length of soft, black rope from the cabinet. She unwound it, the fibers silky against Lilith's skin as she wound it around her wrists, binding them together above her head. Lilith tested the ropes, tugging gently. They were secure but not tight, allowing just enough play for her to squirm. "There," Ruth said, admiring her handiwork. "All trussed up like a pretty little package." She traced a finger down Lilith's sternum, over her flat stomach, circling her navel. "And all mine to unwrap."

And outside, the world moved on, but inside the villa, a new dawn had begun—a dawn of love, of family, and of a future that was theirs to shape. The storm was over. The battles had ended. And finally, Ruthless Claim had reached its conclusion, leaving nothing but hope, love, and the quiet promise of every tomorrow.