Ruthless Ties Novels & Stories

“Hold out your hands in front of you.” When I stretched my hands above my head, I saw him holding the red silk tie. It looked like it all began because of this piece of fabric. Red tie. Quickly, without wasting any second he tied my hands together, and then proceeded to loop it around the head board. I wanted to object, but I also wanted it. Desired it even, his demands and his sharp control. “Now…” Ryan’s fingers trailed down my naked back as he left the bed. “How many do you think you deserve for today’s misbehaviour?”

It all happened so fast, catching Alistair off guard. "Ryan... Look, what the hell... Why did you tie me? Let me go. We're meeting up in an hour, and we need to leave," Alistair protested, struggling against the restraints to no avail. Ryan stepped back, admiring an almost otherworldly beauty. Without much ado, Ryan headed for a shower, leaving Alistair to grapple with the tie. Every attempt to free himself only left his hands marked with red bruises. Already worn out, Alistair's frustration grew. He waited patiently for Ryan to return and release him. As expected, Ryan emerged after a leisurely shower, donning a suit and meticulously grooming himself, completely ignoring Alistair, who was o

Isabella moved first. The struggle was quick, brutal in its efficiency rather than gore. Aura lunged, the vial flashing. Isabella knocked the hand aside, the vial skittering and shattering against the hearth. The sound seemed to make time tilt. Aura advanced with a cry, fingers reaching for Isabella’s throat. Isabella fought like a mother possessed. She struck, shoved, used the bookend to batter open space between them. In the scuffle, Aura slipped on the spilled preserves and went down hard. The bookend clanged. For an instant, neither moved.

I asked, pointing to a slippery substance attached to the door. “Uhhh..that’s an egg yoke..I think” Roseline stated. I turned to them both. An extravagant use of wealth had really done them more harm than good.

Jonathan said by closing the distance between them and still ignoring the struggle of brunette to free himself. "Now he will know how it feels, what I felt back then." Jonathan blurted out again pinning the brunette to the wall and traveling his hand down to the pants of brunette and pressing his body over him. Aiden on the other hand was trying all he could do to get rid of raven head. Tears was not stopping nor did he has much courage to fight back.

Or⁠— He grunted, slamming me onto my back harder. With my hands tied behind me, I was stuck in an awkward pull of no mobility. Not being able to move my arms filled me with intense fury, but his forceful push down seemed to do the trick. The ties snapped. One of them gave free with his rough shove onto the floor. All this time I'd tried to wiggle and wrestle out of the binding, I just couldn't. Only now, when he slammed me down so he could straddle me easier, did something give.

My fingers fumble clumsily with the tight knot, and I let out a frustrated breath. Rhett slowly walks over to me, and he gently pushes my trembling hands away from my collar. He reaches down and carefully unties the silk fabric himself, and his knuckles deliberately brush against my heated skin during the process. The slow, methodical movement creates a strong feeling of anticipation in my chest, and I realize these three Alphas possess a terrifying level of patience.

Ruth pulled her hand free, her fingers shiny and slick with her own arousal, and stumbled toward the door, her hands shaking as she unlocked it. “I can’t stay here,” she muttered, but Vanessa snarled over her shoulder. “Go get your groom and bring him back here,” Vanessa demanded, still catching her breath on top of me. “I’ll ride his dick too, let him fuck me since you fucked James behind both our backs. It’s only fair.” Ruth shook her head, her hand still hovering near her pussy like she couldn’t stop thinking about it. “He won’t—he’d never go along with something like this,” she said, her voice trembling.

Grace replied, eyeing her like she wanted to toss all her sport wear straight into the bin. Evelyn sighed in defeat. “Do you treat Raphael like your Barbie too? Dress him up all day long?” Grace considered it. “Kinda.” If the cufflinks and tie pins count. Evelyn gave her a look and dropped the voice like she was letting on a secret. “You wear colors that bold... and he actually uses them?” “He wouldn’t dare not to,” Grace said proudly—just as her eye landed on a deep purple tie. She picked it up immediately. It was jacquard silk, richly textured, with a striking pattern.

A sudden blade-like object slit through his throat, detaching his head from his body along with killing the guys who were jovial about their Prince that are now no longer breathing. “Oh, their Audacity to think they could defeat the top five.” A seductive chuckle came. Ruth, Number 4, Wicked Seductress. The woman with an exquisite presence, a temptation incomparable, ready to blind anyone in her charm before killing ruthlessly unlike her name. “Gauche. How they believe ten is on par with one.” Rolling her eyes off, her nails grew back, showing the blade-like object was in fact her nails which grew into sharp needles used only as basic.