Taming Mr Black Novels & Stories

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.

She dared to look up right into his eyes. The man was breathtakingly handsome, he was tall and had pale skin. His hair was dark black and long till his waist, they were slightly wavy. His eyebrows were sharp like blades, they were thick and black going well with his pale skin. His eyelashes were thick and long too and his eyes were so black and deep, they were so cold, she could hear screams of those who he killed brutally in the depth of his dark black orbs.

The burning sensation was everywhere – and he didn’t even know how he could be able to stop it – he wanted to stop it. Denver groaned in so much pain – as his skin was like tearing apart. And so were his bones snapping from one after the other – as if they wanted to be broken apart. And for that one last loud growl that resonated around them – Denver could still hear the panic in his cousin’s voice. “F*ck it!” Those were Levi’s last words before everything went black. *** POV: King Levi Storm He stared at Denver as he turned into his inner beast. It took him a painful hour to transform – which was not the usual shifting time. He could sense that this was becoming more and more complicated as

ALEJANDRO I heard a soft knock and the door and I heard the voice of our maid telling it's time for dinner, the dinner. I begrudgingly got up from the bed and proceeded to take a shower. I intentionally didn't prepare until now because I intend to make a very bad impression, and I might have no choice in this marriage but I intend to make this as unbearable for her as it is for me. I finished up with my shower and then slowed down and did everything extra slowly. I put on a pair of black slacks , a black t-shirt with my black slides. I made sure I looked as casual as possible.

"You broke my horse." The voice was as cold and hard as the frozen ground outside the stable. Liam stood in the center of the immaculate tack room, his riding boots covered in mud. The air smelled of leather, polish, and expensive hay. Mr. Blackwood stood by the large oak workbench, his back to Liam, meticulously cleaning a bit with a small brush. He was a man in his late fifties, tall and lean, with the posture of a man who spent his life in the saddle. His hair was silver, but his shoulders were still broad and powerful.

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

“She needs more training.” Mr Blackwood opened his pants. His cock was thick and long. He pushed into my mouth first. I sucked him while tears fell. He groaned and held my head. Then he moved behind me and entered me from behind. He fucked me hard while my father watched. The pleasure came again. I moaned around nothing now. My body betrayed me once more. I came shaking while he pounded into me. Mr Blackwood finished deep inside me with a loud groan. He pulled out and fixed his clothes.

He pointed to the screen. We all looked up, and it was a image of him in his trunks belly dancing with his wife. And we all know Mr Black has a full semi circle belly. We all started bursting out laughing. Did Mr Black accidentally press something? Or.. Kiara already had tears in her eyes out of all the laughter and i couldn't help but laugh too. Mr Black was getting red. "GET OUT!" "With pleasure sir. " He laughed before exiting. "None of you are to say anything out of this room, are we clear?" He said embarrassingly.

“I did. Thanks for asking.” As Steve worked on my order, I watched him without shame. How could I not? With his tan skin, tattoos running down his muscled arms, and that firm ass God sculpted with intention, he was breathtaking. His black short-sleeved shirt clung to him in ways that felt illegal. My father would take one look and say, Stay away from that boy. Which, naturally, made him more irresistible. He slid a tray in front of me: coffee and a plate of French toast with bacon, banana slices, and maple syrup. Heaven.

He said it in an extremely serious tone. "O-kay Dad!" I said but inside my mind, I already said a few cusses. I knew what Dad is going to say and I can no longer reason a way out of it. *** Black's POV "Black I'm so dead! I can't escape anymore!!!!!" Mich complained. She is here in my room this early morning just to complain. "What happened?" I asked confusedly because I haven't heard any explanation since she came in, she just rants and voices out how her life is doomed.