Ruthless Ties Novels & Stories

Julian loosens his tie slightly before turning toward me. “You got the email.” “Yes.” He exhales sharply. “She pushed the campaign forward without consulting me.” I cross my arms lightly. “But you still allowed it.” His jaw tightens. “Elena” “No,” I interrupt quietly. “Don’t explain pressure to me again.” His eyes darken slightly. “You think this is easy for me?” “I think easy stopped existing a long time ago.” Silence. Heavy silence He steps closer. “She’s trying to lock everything down before more rumors spread.”

It is not going to make any sense because it doesn't even make sense to me at that moment. “Oh, shut up,” Ruth snapped, cutting me off. “One more word from you and I will push you from a balcony this time.” She glanced around frantically to ensure no one was listening. “Don’t forget our plan. Seduce the Alpha if you need to. We need him on our side and you have to break that stupid bond with the Beta. Our plans can’t fail.” I was at a loss for words as she pushed me forward, urging me to move.

Ruth "Ruth," Charles smiled, hugging me in his arms. It touched my skin, making it crawl, reminding me of the countless times he had betrayed my trust with his deceitful actions. "How long have I waited to have you in my arms?" His words sent a shiver down my spine as I struggled to maintain composure. "But now I have you, and I won't let anything or anyone come between us," Charles said, turning his face to Richard, who was tied up in the corner of the cave; silver chains entangled his wrists and ankles. "No one..." Charles mumbled with a sinister glint in his eyes.

“Wouldn’t want this to be too easy for you.” His jaw ticks, his patience fraying. Then, suddenly, he shifts back, reaching into the drawer beside the bed, and I barely have time to process what he’s doing before he’s snapping a set of silk ties around my wrists and fastening them to the headboard. I jerk against them immediately, my pulse pounding, my breathing uneven as I test the restraint. “You’re fucking kidding me.” Rook sits back, surveying his work with a self-satisfied smirk. “I warned you.”

The man laughed "You have your father's stubborn blood running through your veins. Let's see how stubborn you can be," he said and snapped his finger. One of the men standing behind him left and returned with a flat-screen TV. Two men left and returned with a table. They put the TV on it and set it up. The screen was turned on and on the screen, Nick could only see a room with a table and chair like an interrogation room. Nick watched the screen silently praying Gustave was planning something. The light in the interrogation room went off and when it came back on, Ruth was sitting tied up to the chair and her hands in a handcuff with a cloth tied around her mouth.

He tugged at the knot too much while trying to untie it and it was stuck. Helma saw that the tie was wrinkled, so she tried to negotiate with Cole. "Mr. Guller, why don't you let me buy this tie off you?" Cole turned around. His cold glare exuded an imposing presence. "No." His answer was like ice shards, cold and straightforward. Since the negotiation was unsuccessful, Helma had no reason to force Cole to give up the tie. After all, he ordered the item first. She turned around and walked to Alan. Her voice was tender. "Don't tug it forcefully, do it like this."

'' I screamed in frustration, tears almost blurring me completely. Silence. He didn't say a word. ''Motherfucker!'' I screamed again, the silence irritatingly clawing at my skin. ''Untie me.'' I demanded, my voice lacking any fear. ''And why should I?'' his voice lacked every humour. I sighed, irritated by his slow response. ''Because I'm not someone you can just tie up whenever you feel like.'' My eyes were used to the darkness now and I could see him turning. He faced me now, his dark eyes piercing into mine.

I slapped his cheek lightly, leaving a playful burn. “Petty little ties for a petty little groom who can’t keep his dick out of trouble. Thought you could fuck me in the closet and still marry her tomorrow? Nah. Tonight you watch me take what’s never been hers.” He groaned, hips twitching up. “Untie me and I’ll fuck you right.” “No.” I gripped his shaft, stroked slowly. “You stay tied. Hard. Helpless. While I ride you till I come.” I rubbed the head through my wet folds. “And when she walks in… you’re gonna stay rock hard. Because you love being bad.”

"Well... that was one hell of a show these two put on for us." He turned his cold gaze back toward me, his expression hardening into a ruthless scowl. He jerked his chin toward the front cabin. "Go bring the heavy ropes from the storage box." The second guy nodded quickly, stepping over to the front divider to grab a thick bundle of scratchy nylon ropes. They rushed us both at once, shoving us down onto the hard benches. They grabbed our wrists behind our backs, pulling the ropes incredibly tight until the rough fibers dug deep into our skin, cutting off our circulation. They started tying both of our hands together with brutal, professional knots that left us completely helpless.

He paused, his eyes widened a little as he zoomed in on his screen. I stretched my neck slightly, keeping my breathing steady. The car rolled smoothly over the city streets. Outside, horns blared and tires hissed on the damp road. "... They casually switch places during functions for personal reasons," Felix continued, nodding slowly. "This makes them invisible and sly in the business world. And very tricky."