She Was Mine 소설 & 이야기

I look at her trying to figure out just from her expression what she thinks of me. -What do you remember last? -I wanted to leave work, and then someone put something on my mouth, she says, remembering what happened to her. Now my question. Who are you? -I am Damon Black. Hearing my name, her face tightens. She looks panicked around the room as if she wanted to hide somewhere. -You're a criminal. I know you, I've heard about you. -What have you heard about me, I ask, getting closer to her lips to look her better in the eyes.

“I said what I said. Your nakedness disgusts me to my core” He callously said, moving away from her. She sat up, holding her boobs with her arm, this time trying to cover itthem whilehe picked up the night gown she flhad hungo the side earlier. “You are bewitched. Mark! You have been bewitched. I must agree with the mistress on that” She said, angrily but still trying not to raise her voice to not allow the whole thing esto calate “And who do you think you are to call me by my name or tell me I'm bewitched?”

She was sure as hell that Jack would have her once they reached his place and now when she had pretended to fall in love with him, there was no way that she could refuse if he wanted to spend the night with her. Earlier, she didn't want to give herself to him and she had chosen to end her life but this time she won't mind sleeping with him because now she had only one aim in her life: Jack's death. She would go to any length to achieve this goal even if she had to become his mistress but she would send him to hell sooner on later with her own hands.

Not mine. Not theirs. Hers.

I want to call her mine some day. Mine. Yes, all mine.

“You’re mine.” And I was.

His lips grazed her ear, his breath making her shudder with need. Henry watched her with pleasure-laden eyes, his hand coiling round her waist possessively. “You belong to me, Aurora. You're mine.” And he kissed her passionately.

she had told him and she led him to a small conference room. Tania Williams stood at the extreme of the room. The wind had ruffled her hair but she still looked good. As the door clicked shot announcing their arrival, she spun on her heel and offered a pain smile as soon as her eyes fell on Mason. He’d still looked as irresistible as ever. Even when. he tried not to overdress, he always stole the show. She was a tall, elegant lady. Her dark brown hair emphasized the color of her eyes. She had inherited her caramel colored skin from her mother and also her irresistible charm that could soften even the hardest of hearts. Those dimples always popped out and complimented her appearance.

She belonged to me. She’s mine.

This woman is mine. And I've claimed what's mine. The End.