Sinkholes Nornir Chest

“This isn’t right…” I whispered, breath shaky. But she didn’t listen. Her bloodied hands kept tracing invisible circles across my chest. I tried to move, but whatever she drugged me with... it worked. My limbs were dead weight. I couldn’t even twitch. Her fingers stopped circling. Then slowly slid down my chest—pausing at the bulge in my briefs. She started massaging it, and I had to bite my lip to hold in a moan. “You know what, baby,” she whispered, voice dark as poison. “You can hate me all you want. I don’t give a damn fuck. Even if you want to kill me, I’ll gladly hand you the knife. I promised you anything, remember?” She leaned in, one hand still working me, the other crawling up to cup my face. I could finally see her. The face behind the hat that's had been stalking me for days. “But never forget,” she hissed, lips inches from mine, “you’re mine. You belong to me and only me. And I don’t fucking share what’s mine.” --- Stanley is just a broke college nerd working two jobs to survive. She’s the Bratva Queen who flew across continents just to meet the boy she was promised—only to tell him he couldn’t have her. But the moment she saw him, everything changed. Now, she needs him. Wants him. Even if he fights. Even if she has to break him. And Stanley? He’s now nothing but a pawn in a game he doesn’t understand… What will he do?

“Now tell me who you belong to,” He rasped, his breath hot against my face as I straddled him. The way his arms wrapped around my waist made my breath hitch, and I clutched onto his shirt tighter. “Answer me,” he thundered, making me shudder in fright. “I belong to Prince Darion,” I muttered, my voice low. I could feel the sound of my erratic heartbeat drumming against my chest, yet I could only grind my teeth against each other. … Chosen by Darion Gray, I'd become his possession, unable to escape even if I wanted to. Not only had he owned my body, but my soul as well. What I hadn't expected was for me to fall for a man who had worn a mask since the beginning. A mask he never took off.