Say You'll Be Mine Book Novels & Stories

Chapter Forty-Eight The silence in the room was suffocating, almost unbearable. Stefan’s words echoed in my mind, the weight of them crushing the breath from my chest. “You’re mine,” he had said, and even though I tried to push the thought away, it was impossible to ignore. The simple truth of it hung in the air, wrapping itself around me, suffocating me like a thick fog.

“I won’t let her touch you. Or Maya.” I almost believed him. Almost. But the world had taught me not to put my faith in vows spoken in the dark. “You can’t control everything,” I whispered. “No.” His gaze burned into mine. “But I can control this.” Tears stung the back of my eyes. “You can’t promise that.” His voice softened, low and unyielding. “Try me.” The same words he’d spoken before. This time, they felt heavier, dangerous. A declaration of war.

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“You're mine. I'm never going to leave your side again.” I smiled, my eyes still closed. “Is that a promise.” “It's a goddamn vow.” ~THE END

“Harder. Harder!” Killian obeyed, slamming in and out, his mouth and hands seemingly everywhere, burning my flesh, overstimulating me in the best kind of way. “Sera. My Sera. Mia cara. Mine. You’re mine. Mine. Scream my name.” Mine. The word blared in my mind through the fog of bliss. That wasn’t a title. But it was close. “Mine” as in girlfriend? Killian’s movements and panting escalated, and he came inside me with a tidal wave of ecstasy sweeping us off our feet.

“Say you are mine before I fuck you again.” I gasped when his cock slammed into me, and stayed. He didn't move but his hand moved to wrap around my throat. Not enough to hurt but enough to remind me I was his. Completely. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice low, gravelly, vibrating straight through my chest. “Say you’re mine.” Heat surged through me, every nerve in me begging for release. My lips parted before I could even stop myself. “I’m yours,” I whispered hoarsely, then louder. “Lucan, I’m yours.”

“Are you ready to become mine?” “Yes,” I say in a rush, not even needing to think about it. “Please make me yours, Justin.” “Such a good girl,” he says, holding me closer. “Prepare yourself, sweetheart, because this is going to hurt.”

I said sadly. "He is the kindest man I know and it goes without saying that he would laterally bend backwards if it's for the sake of us both. But min ho, be that as it may, I would never label your love for me as stupid because you are just as dear to me and I swear that if it were under different circumstances, I would choose to be with you in a heartbeat"

Every inch of me was his, every heartbeat bound to his presence. “Say it,” he whispered, lips brushing mine in a soft, teasing claim. “Say it for me.” “I’m yours,” I breathed, voice trembling with desire, relief, and trust. “Completely yours.” Grayson’s lips curved slightly, a low, satisfied murmur vibrating against my skin. “Good,” he murmured, voice heavy with possession. “Every inch of you is mine. Every part, every thought, every moment you give me… it is mine, Callie. And I will always remind you.”

I looked up into his face — this face that had no business existing, sharp jaw, dark eyes burning into mine — and I refused to be the first one to look away. "Correction." His voice was quiet enough that it lived only between us. "You are mine. Only mine. No one else gets to claim you. No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to even look at you the way I do." He didn't blink. "Be a good girl, Rose. And I will burn the entire world down and hand you the ashes." The silence stretched tight between us. Then I lifted my chin. "Fine." His eyes narrowed slightly.