The Five Fingers Book Novels & Stories

one of them asked. At that moment, the first one, several feet closer, reached for her. Caitlin waited, not wanting to show her hand. Ruth suddenly lunged at the man, and bit as hard as she could on his ankle. Ruth was small, but her teeth were sharp, and as she clamped down hard, the man screamed in agony. He shook his leg furiously, swinging Ruth in the air, but she would not let go. Finally, he swung hard, and Ruth went flying.

Mathias warns me to not open it. “Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Tawny flips the simple catch on the box and opens the lid. Inside is a single leather-bound book, about five or six inches thick, with pressed paper. The book was indeed old. I lift the book out, place it next to the box it came in and open the cover. “Well, that sucks,” Clicking her tongue and throwing her hands on her hips, Tawny says, “Are all the pages written in code?”

Someone to bind you together. "Mrs. Hale, what's done is done." Not a single moment went by where I didn't thank my lucky stars that I hadn't brought a child of my own into this world, sparing them from being raised in such a dysfunctional house. Likely out of guilt, Chester and Celine had slipped a debit card into my pocket, which I discovered on the ride back. I didn't think much of it and returned the card to Chelsea.

She gasped, hips jerking forward. "Rowan-" He opposed her softly. "Shh... listen." Instead, she heard the wet slick-sound as he rubbed her through silk. One finger. Then two. Claire clamped her free hand to her mouth. No one would hear her-but she would. His thumb brushed her clit with rich, deliberate strokes. Each press made her knees tremble worse. He pressed a fingertip deeper. "You're so fucking wet," he murmured. "Is this what that book did to you?"

He met my gaze with his own and said, “You have taken my côck, little devil, which is thicker and wider than my three fingers. You can take them.” And then slowly, he stuffed his thick fingers inside me. He made me take them just as he had said. I clutched the sheet in my fingers as my stomach tightened and my pûssy stretched around his fingers. I whimpered and moaned aloud, I could feel my muscles trembling and stretching as he started to slowly fûck me with his thick fingers. “Open your eyes and look down at what I’m doing to you, little devil. To your pûssy that belongs to me. To your wet and dripping pûssy. Watch how it’s coating my fingers in its juices.”

I raised my hand, the diamond was so beautiful, so. mine. I took a long breath and took it off once again but this time I was not going to wear this anymore, ever. I pulled out a box and dropped the ring inside. I was done with that chapter of my life. I haven't spoken his name in the last five years and I wouldn't be doing to it tonight or ever. I climbed into my bed once again. I was feeling much better now but my finger felt strange and empty. but I know I would get use to this emptiness as well, just like I got use to the emptiness inside my heart.

"We partied too hard last night and forgot to use protection—don't forget to buy morning-after pills for your wife." Looking at the woman's smooth bare back and the red mole on her neck in the photo, I felt absolutely nothing. Again. Five years of marriage, and this wasn't the first time. Kathy liked to test me this way. She called it her "little experiment." The first time, she "accidentally" left a receipt for condoms on the nightstand. I got angry and confronted her, but she just smiled with contempt. "Why are you so petty? My girlfriends and I bought that on purpose just to see how you'd react." The second time was on our wedding anniversary. A guy showed up at our door with a bouq

A command, but the kind that comes from the same place as a request. His fists opened. His fingers uncurled under hers — slowly, one by one, the way a fist opens when it has been closed so long the muscles have forgotten the alternative shape. Her fingers slid between his. Their hands interlaced — her knuckles against his palms, his knuckles against her palms, the heat of two circulatory systems meeting through skin.

It slows right in front of me, and for a second, I think it’s going to stop. Maybe hitchhiking is a better idea than waiting for a cab. I step toward the street—and then it accelerates. The tire sinks into a puddle, and a mix of water and mud explodes straight at me, ruining my immaculate skirt. “Damn idiot! Are you blind or what?” I shout, furious, trying to see the jerk hiding behind the tinted window. The window rolls down slowly. Shamelessly. A long arm appears first. The sleeve of a black suit fits it perfectly, revealing a small but impossible-to-ignore tattoo on his wrist: a Roman numeral five.

touch me please Your plea sends a surge of desire through the boys, and they waste no time in responding. Lucas's hand slides down from your cheek to your neck, his thumb gently caressing your pulse point. Jeke hesitates for a moment before placing his hand on your hip, his touch gentle yet firm. Nicolas's hands continue their exploration, his fingers tracing the contours of your body with increasing urgency. Henri's possessive nature wars with his desire to please you, and he steps closer, his hand resting on your thigh.