The Kept Man Strikes Back Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The man, now reduced to a quivering mess, could do nothing but cower under the weight of her presence. With a swift movement, Linda released her grip on the man's neck, stepping back as he stumbled, gasping for breath. Though her wolf retreated, the air remained charged with an unspoken warning. The message was clear—cross us at your own peril. "M-Miss Emma is looking for you," he stammered, his voice trembling. The color drained from his face, his features twisted in a mix of fear and pain. Chapter 9: Unveiling the Hidden Sanctuary

His eyes darkened instantly as they raked over me—taking in the vibrating toy, the cum leaking out around it, the wrecked state of my hole. “Couldn’t even wait till tomorrow, huh?” His voice was low, dangerous, that accent that never fail to turn me on thick with lust. He stepped inside and locked the door properly behind him. “I came back for my wallet I left in the store and the spare key… but looks like I found something better.”

So, what was someone like him doing in this situation, I wondered, maintaining my steady gaze in response to his probing stare. "I might not know who this man is, but I see he poses no threat to you. Because if he were a danger, you wouldn't be seeking comfort in his arms, shedding tears like a child. So, if you'll excuse me, I'm returning to the hospital," I stated firmly, noticing my mother's eyes welling up once again. Seriously, this woman is really getting on my nerves. "See, I told you all he's only concerned about his friends," she remarked, directing her gaze towards the man who had been holding my gaze just moments ago.

“We only want to see her. To look into her eyes.” “To know,” the man on the left whispered. “To remember,” said the one on the right. “To confirm,” said the woman in the middle. “No!” I shouted, grabbing the chair and slamming it against the stone floor. The sound echoed around the cold chamber, vibrating in my bones. They didn’t flinch. “You will not lay eyes on her,” I barked. “She’s not yours. She’s mine!” The woman tilted her head. “Is she? Or are you just a thief who’s tried to own something that was never yours to begin with?”

He shakes his head. "No. Why?" And then we look over and there is a man sitting in the corner in the shadows smiling at us with criminal intent. We both look at each other, but not before someone behind us grabs me and pulls me off the bed. I look up and see a man in a mask staring back at me with green eyes and his breath stinks like cigar smoke. He hits me over the head and I go out like a light. If you enjoyed this chapter and would like to read more please vote for me and leave gems.

This man spoke in a calmer voice than what I was expecting, the moment he turned his body to face me again, I moved my eyes away from the book to not give him the understanding that I was indeed plotting my escape. “I-I don’t know where they could be, but I could ask Leo-.” I began to say in hopes of stalling this man further but with an angry grumble, he lifts his hand up and backhands me up the face with his claws, sending me crashing to the ground in a heap.

A strangled whimper left my lips as I stumbled forward, clutching my stomach from the sharp pain between my thighs. Kester didn't move to help. He just stood there, amused. "Easy now, sweetness. You took in quite a lot," he scoffed. "Give it back!" I said, crossing the room to where he stood. "Relax, little one." He effortlessly raised the book out of my reach, making me stretch onto my toes like a desperate child. "You shouldn't be looking at that." I glared. "Why not?" he mused, flipping a page like he had every right to. "You have some interesting dreams, little one."