Taming Mr Black Drama Short Novels & Stories

Her smile was so plastic. She's in a short dress that ends right where her thighs begin. It's black, and it clings to her artificial hips like a second skin. She's wearing a matching pair of strappy heels that should be too high for comfort, but surprisingly, she is strutting in them without a fucking struggle. She has her hands crossed on her chest and she is giving me the 'did you hear what I just said, bitch? I am fucking pregnant for Matt's look. And then I train my eyes towards Matt.

**Trigger Warning - This book contains theme's some people find disturbing. It is a dark story - it contains mention of rape and dub-con. If you don't like stories with dubious consent do not read - (It is called BLACKMAILED by the BULLY people... this is the title and THEME of the book) Much love and thanks for reading x** Alice stood on the corner on Monroe Avenue, staring at the house four doors down. Outwardly, there was nothing terrifying about the property—a three-bed red brick terrace similar to others in the row, and not dissimilar to her own.

stated Damien. Mr Black didn't say anything. He took out the phone from his pocket and showed a video to Damien. "Look at this video. Dominic is fighting on the streets." Mr Black said while handling the phone to Damien. Damien saw the video. In the video, Dominic was fighting in a street fight ring. Though Damien was a street fighter; his skills were something that made him the champion of the street fights. Damien just rolled his eyes while looking at the video. "Why are you showing me this video, Dad?" asked Damien in a bored tone.

The sound of moaning from the p**n filled the silence between them. Mr. Black leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. “Tell him how wet you are.” She turned her head, looking right at Miles. “I’m soaked,” she whispered. “Creamy and messy… because of you both.” Miles’s breath hitched. Mr. Black chuckled low. “Now you’re learning.” He reached forward and paused the video. “Time to stop watching,” he said. “Let’s give her a show of our own.” The room went still—every breath counted.

Her legs kicked and flared, and blood splattered over the grass. This was bad. This was so fucking bad. Further away, Asher was being torn apart. Even Jack was about to lose a battle to giant werewolves pulling him by his wings and tail. SKREEEE!! Jack screeched and bit into a werewolf, throwing it away only for the beast to have another jump at his throat. Tanja slid down from Jack's back and threw a few spells. Not that it helped. She was soon tackled down by a werewolf, and Harper screamed upon seeing her friend's clothes ripped to shreds.

“Take a moment to think about it.” Sighing, I close my eyes and try and catalog all the keywords I usually search for when I’m watching p**n. “I guess bondage,” I say. “Spanking, flogging, nipple play. Orgasm denial.” Mr. Blackpulls two sets of cuffs from the case and then stands. "We’ll start with bondage and flogging. Take off your clothes.” “What?” I crane my neck to look at him. “I can’t flog you if I can’t get at your skin,” he says.

I share a knowing look with Tammy before I respond. “Fine, just fine, sir.” He nods his head as he stands to walk around his desk. “Ladies, I’d like to introduce you to someone.” He stands next to the man in the leather chair, who remained sitting. Okay, rude. “This here is Mr. Black. It’s his nephew that you will be helping.” I shift my eyes over to him and see judgement in his pale blue eyes. Instantly, my skin crawls and I get an unsettling vibe from him. It’s so bad, I can feel Mystic come forward and peer through to see for herself.

“Now it’s your turn. Tell me about yourself.” The shift in his demeanor was instant. His expression hardened, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Before I could process his reaction, the dining room door burst open, and a man dragged by two of Damien’s men stumbled inside, dropping him to his knees in front of him. “Please, Mr. Black,” the man begged, tears streaming down his face. “I just need more time. One week, I swear—” “Quiet,” Damien interrupted his voice like ice. The man’s pleas turned to incoherent sobs as he reached for Damien’s shoes. But before his hand could make contact, two of Damien’s men dragged him back, slamming him against the table.

I am even putting in his bloody shirt. I suddenly feel unclean. I let that brute touch me. Anger burns through my veins. This is the end of it all. It all ends here. Beautiful Readers, The first stage of Luca and Skylar's love story ends here. Stay active for book two ( Taming the Mob Boss) as Luca fights through storms to keep his Skylar by his side forever. Love, Blaq.

"Please, I need more." "You need my cock, is that it?" Mr. Blackwood's voice was a low, mocking growl. "Yes, Daddy. Please. I need your cock." Mr. Blackwood chuckled, a dark, rich sound. He removed his fingers, leaving Liam feeling suddenly empty. He heard the sound of him spitting, lubing up his own cock. Then he felt the blunt, wet head of it pressing against his entrance. "This is mine now," Mr. Blackwood stated, his voice possessive. "This tight ass belongs to Daddy. And I'm not using a rubber. A real claim is raw."