Taming Mr Black Drama Short Novels & Stories

Another side of world : The room was heavy with tension, thick with anger. Mr. Smith stood across from Mr. Black, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. “How dare you send your men to shoot at them?” Mr. Smith barked, his words biting. “Do you have any idea who Liam is? He’s the key to my billions! You’re making a mistake, Black.” Mr. Black didn’t flinch. He just sat there, cool as ever, finishing up with his zipper before looking up at Mr. Smith, that smug smile of his never wavering.

"You wanted this promotion? You're going to earn every fucking dollar of it. Now take my cock like a good girl." He pounded into her harder, faster, each thrust driving her forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor. His grip on her hair tightened, forcing her back to arch, changing the angle so he hit even deeper. "Oh fuck!" Sarah screamed as his cock hit her cervix. "Right there! God, right there!" "Found it, did I?" Mr. Blackwood's voice was dark with satisfaction. "That's the spot your pathetic boyfriend never reaches, isn't it? The spot that makes you see stars?"

'Only Mine' End of Dylan's P.O.V. Mr. Black became shocked as he saw Dylan smiling eerily while his eyes darkened. He was looking like a creep and his dour aura was a pure sign that he was definitely thinking something... Evil. Mr. Black marched towards him angrily and snarled with gritted teeth. Mr. Black: Listen Dylan, if you are again plotting your wicked schemes then I am warning you that this time I won't- But before he could finish, Dylan raised his right hand in front of his face. Mr. Black became shocked but Dylan kept staring him blankly.

“Turn around. Let me see you.” I turned slowly, feeling incredibly exposed even though I was still fully dressed. “Lift your skirt.” My breath hitched. With trembling hands, I reached down and pulled the tight pencil skirt up over my hips until it bunched around my waist, revealing my bare, already glistening pussy. Mr. Black hummed in approval. “Spread your legs.” I obeyed, stepping my heels apart. Cool air kissed my wet folds. “Look at that pretty little cunt,” he murmured, stepping closer. “Already dripping for your boss. How long have you been wet today?”

choked, coughing violently, with wine splattering all over his face and clothes, leaving him in a very embarrassing state. In pain and unable to utter a word, he glared fiercely at me, silently vowing, "Just wait!" As Dominic Blackwood entered the lounge with a server, he noticed Isabella Blackwood was missing. On his way back, he caught sight of me teaching Mr. Hughes a lesson. His expression darkened as he watched the man leave the crowd, and he quietly followed behind. Mr. Hughes, supported by his assistant, was fuming and cursing incoherently, "That damn b*tch dared to embarrass me in public! If I don’t take her down, I’m not Hughes!" Suddenly, a powerful kick landed on Mr. Hughes's bac

The only thing which was visible in the dark was my pink pajamas, which had little pandas on them. Am I going to hide forever in the kitchen? Maybe I have to spend my night inside the kitchen because the monster is still lurking outside. Yes, that's what he was. A monster. Mr. Martin always hurts my Maa and, eventually, me and I hate him for that, but he never hurts Thomas. Instead, he loves him more than he would ever love my Maa.

Everything about her looked refined, sophisticated. She turned as we approached and her green eyes instantly settled on me. The smile she’d been wearing disappeared immediately. “Camille,” Vivian said pleasantly, “I’d like you to meet Kimberly Blackwood. She’s new to the neighborhood.” For a long moment, Camille simply stared. Her eyes travelled slowly over my face, my dress, the wedding ring on my finger, then back to my face again. Something cold flickered behind her expression. Something dangerously close to contempt. “Kimberly…” Her voice was smooth like honey.

It was an order. Carter guffawed. “Is that what you think? You want to play the knight here, don’t you? Listen,” he moved closer to Matt, putting his index finger out to his face. “whatever I do to that little bitch, she enjoys every single bit…” his words were suddenly cut short when Matt’s hand shot out taking hold of his throat so tightly that he squealed.

Kim spoke slow, "You would have called me, heather." "I tried to, okay! But he.... He's blackmailing me, kim. You were right." "That sick fuck," he cursed. "You see, that's why I need to get past this kim. Maybe then, I'll know exactly what he wants." He shrugged for a minute. "Okay. Just tell me all I need to know when the time comes, okay." Anziano barged into the room. interrupting the both of us. his hands clenched tight. he looked extremely stressed as he stared at Kim and me. There was a visible hint of fear in his eyes. "I think you should come downstairs. There's something on the television you ought to see."

THBM EP 165 ~DOMINIC~ The tyres of my black van screeched to a halt in front of a gigantic white paint house. The same house where I almost lost Alicia yesterday, the same house where the blonde fucker had her take his ugly shaft, the same house where his blood was going to spill today.