Taming Mr Black Drama Short Novels & Stories

He knew this fight needed to end soon and leaped into the air to create an open path for the couple. "Hold on... Wait a minute, what the fuck are you doing? Jack! I'm not great with heights! No, don't—don't you dare go flying on me!" Jack would have smirked if he could. Tanja sounded scared, like a total chickenshit on his back, and it awakened the devil within him. He flew higher, and Tanja screamed. "Oh-my-god, how could you do this to me?!" Amusement bubbled up within Jack until he remembered what he was supposed to be doing and blew ice over more wolves and enemies.

“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."

“I’m a changed man. I mean it this time, Leilani.” Like he meant it the last few times. Her eyes drifted to the wine. It held only a tiny percentage of alcohol. He had a horrible record with alcohol, but this was small enough for him to stay in control. Even at that, she believed nothing that came out of his fat, lying lips. “Why am I here, Mr. Black?” “I miss you,” he admitted. His audacity amazed her, but her face was a frozen mask. “Let’s start over.” A cough interrupted them, and a shadow fell on their table. Leila’s cheeks turned a deep red at the sight of a smiling Amara. In her hand was a wooden tray with two chocolate milkshakes.

I pulled at the shirt I was wearing, trying to cover myself as best as I could. Mr Black got up from his seat and moved closer to me. I looked over at the door and felt like running and never stopping. He stopped just a little way in front of me, eyeing me. I watched as his eyes took me in, undressing me with his look. I started to shake, feeling more violated than I've ever been before. Tears burned my eyes, but I bit the inside of his lips to keep them at bay. "Such a pretty little thing, although not quite as beautiful as the girls my son normally brings home."

He can't find me. I have to run away, somewhere, anywhere. He just can't find me. He may already know where I am for all I know. I walked right into a hard wall, stumbling back I lost my balance. I waited for my body to come in contact with the ground but it never came. I opened my tightly shut eyes, all the breath was knocked out of my lungs as I stared into a mesmerizing pair of green eyes. "Mr Black?" His face was barely an inch away from mine, his breath fanned against my face.