Ruthless Ties Novels & Stories

"First, we're going to tie you up. Make sure you can't move while we use you." I hear the sound of fabric sliding, and then Richard is there with his tie — expensive silk, navy blue — wrapping it around my wrists, binding them together behind my back. "Ethan," he says. "Your tie too." Ethan produces his own tie — lighter blue, equally expensive — and they work together to bind me more thoroughly. One tie around my wrists. The other looped through it and tied to the leg of the desk, keeping me bent over, unable to rise, completely helpless.

My silk blouse rips, fabric tearing loud and obscene in the silence between their laughter. The leader crouches over me, his weight pressing me into the carpet. His smile is slow, deliberate, the kind that makes bile burn the back of my throat. “You think you’re untouchable, rich girl?” His breath stinks of cigarettes as his fingers drag down my cheek. “Men like me… we break women like you. Tonight, you’re nothing but a hole to bleed dry.” “I’ll kill you,” I rasp, my voice shredded but steady. “If you touch me, I’ll kill you.”

He blankly stated. "That's bullshit, Mateo! You broke that treaty the day you threatened to kill me in front of your men." "Enough! Jesus!" Rafe angrily yelled at us. "You're giving me a fucking headache. Holy fuck! The way you're carrying on, Mila is probably having nightmares right fucking now." Rafe uttered in disbelief. "Don't get me started on you, Rafe," I told him in anger. "Hera, I swear to God." He warned me so I angrily looked out the window. The car dawned in silence and I could feel Mateo's eyes burning into my skin.

That was all the permission he needed. In a swift motion, he tore off his tie and wrapped it around my wrists, binding them together. My breath hitched as he looked up at me, his gaze full of mischief. “Don’t worry,” he said, his voice dripping with promise. “I’ll take care of you, too.” I shivered as he lowered me onto the desk, the cool surface sending a jolt through my body. With my hands tied above my head, I was completely at his mercy.

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 wasn't sure what to get, but I passed by a mall and saw this tie. It looked like something that would suit you." Tyler took the box, opened it, and saw a simple black tie inside. Rachel had always had a minimalist taste. There was never anything too flashy. Everything about her was simple, elegant, and timeless. Tyler's warm fingers brushed along the fabric. The texture was good. He kept looking at it, so long that Rachel began to second-guess herself. Maybe he didn't like it? She reached forward to take it back. "If you don't like it, I can exchange it, or you can pick something yourself if you want."

"Why are you treating me this way? I don't have the right to suck you anymore." "How many times am I supposed to remind you that we are not an item? You bore me to death." I state as bluntly as I can; maybe she will get the message this hundredth time. "Really?" Dark looks at Ruthless. "Beg your brother for me." Ruthless looks at me, then back at Madison. "You and I know that Cruel never lets a woman suck him more than once, so you should count yourself lucky for having that much opportunities."

I said flatly, refusing to meet his eyes. He tilted his head, the muscles in his jaw flexing. “We just had sex, Ruth. It didn’t occur to you that I’m your husband’s brother when I was driving my cock deep inside your pussy?” His words sliced through the air, raw and unapologetic. He wanted to provoke me but I wasn't going to fall for it