Taming Mr Black Novels & Stories

The leader of the group said. "Better!... I can't be patient anymore and I can't wait to hear that she's..." Me Black paused and Cutting his words the guy said, "Look Mr Black my men have set their eyes on this girl and won't rest till your job is done, have a nice day." Saying that he disconnected. Mr Black was very happy that morning and hopefully, he thought, 'Maybe before sunset or after the dinner hour, my job will be done.' He laughed loudly and his laughter echoed in the empty house because Desmond has already gone to work since morning.

’ I paused with a sly smile now on my face. The game is on, and he’s in for a real treat, cause now I’ll get to show him who the real boss is around here… when I’m done with him, he’ll wish he’d never met me,’ I walked over to my desk to take a seat smiling sinisterly ‘I’ll make him fall so hard and so bad that standing wouldn’t even be option anymore’ • “Good evening mr Damon, how was your meeting sir?” I said immediately I saw mr Damon walking out the company’s complex

He caught her eyes and said. "Huh?" she looked up at him, what didn’t she know about Xander? If black could bring a sense of relief to him, then was he human at all. "This is your room." Lucas twisted the doorknob, revealing a room, she stepped inside and stared around. "This is only the room that isn’t painted with black." he gave a curt bow. "Goodnight." And then, he left.

“I’ll come alone. You have my word.” “Good,” Mike said before ending the call abruptly, as if that were all the conversation he could tolerate. Mr. Black chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Typical Mike.” But as he set the phone down on his desk, his smile widened. Finally, he would see her. His princess. The following morning, Mr. Black woke earlier than usual. For a man who was always in control—always composed—it was strange to feel such anticipation bubbling in his chest. He stood in front of his wardrobe, running his hand over his tailored suits, trying to decide what to wear.

CHAPTER 28 A slight frown appeared on Tammie's face as a shiver ran down her spine. She took slow strides towards Sandros and stared at him, her sharp gaze piercing through his skin, “I am Mrs Blackwood.” she replied, her voice soft, but strong. Sandros' appearance was intimidating, but Tammie wasn't weak as well. Both of them stared at each other for a few more seconds before Tammie asked, “Have I met you somewhere?”

I uttered with a calm I didn't feel as I held my chin up high, heart running rampant as I watched his smile muffin into a smug smirk. I blinked my eyes rapidly to make sure the sight before me was just another haunting nightmare as I watched his blonde hair morphing into a rich dark brown color, the long locks of it shrinking into shorter locks, no longer held in a ponytail behind him, but now falling gracefully on either side of his face, the rest resting on his nape behind his ears, his features hardening, his gray hues morphing into a familiar dark pair, thin pink lips looking a shade darker and full than the harsh pink earlier, the white pajamas morphing into a black sleek turtleneck shi

The line rang twice before a gruff male voice answered. “It’s done,” Mr. Black said without preamble. He glanced around, making sure no one was within earshot. “And?” the voice on the other end pressed, more impatient than usual. Mr. Black allowed himself a small chuckle, savoring the moment. The look on that little girl’s face… It was priceless. If only he had a picture. “I did what you asked—swayed the other judge to fail her. The woman wouldn’t listen to me, but the man was easy to manipulate. A few well-placed comments about originality and professional standards, and he was eating out of my hand. She failed spectacularly.”

"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?"

It was not the look of a man scolding a servant, but rather that of someone uncertain, quietly pleading for understanding. The dining room, draped in bold tones of black and gold, stood like a silent monument to Arnav’s meticulous taste. Intimidating and distant. The older man, heavyset and edging into his fifties, wore discomfort like a second skin. He seemed to take issue with Mrs. Maddy from the moment she politely informed them that Arnav was not home. His protest, though silent, echoed in the way his eyes flicked toward her. Not out of arrogance or superiority, but from a helplessness that sought understanding, like a man asking to be spared a storm he couldn’t weather

His gray eyes were blazing, filled with a dark, possessive fire that stole my breath. "You are mine," he whispered. "Your tears, your pain, your heart. It all belongs to me now." He kissed me. It wasn't gentle. It was a desperate, consuming claiming. He kissed me like he was trying to kiss the sorrow right out of my soul. I moaned against his lips, my hands tangling in his dark hair. The heat between us exploded instantly. He ripped my clothes away, his hands roaming every inch of my bare skin as if he was memorizing me.