Tie That Bind Novels & Stories

“Then I’ll make you feel so much you’ll forget how to keep anything from me.” Her legs nearly buckled. She hated the ache in her body, the way his words filled her with dread and desire in equal measure. Carson turned her sharply, forcing her to face him. His gaze devoured her angry, hungry, unyielding. Slowly, he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a silk tie, smooth and dark as midnight. Her breath caught. He lifted her wrist, slid the tie around it, and bound it to the carved bedpost. Not cruelly, not painfully but firmly, undeniably. Then the other wrist, leaving her stretched, vulnerable, trembling against the sheets.

“It won’t.” “And me?” she whispered. “What happens to me?” Jackson closed the distance between them in two strides, his hands gripping her arms, not hurting, but grounding her in place. “You,” he said, voice low, thick with something she’d never heard from him, “are now tied to me in a war you didn’t ask for. And I swear to you, ” He swallowed hard. “I will not let my father use you. I will not let him touch you. I will not let him break you.”

I ask warily. "I still have Brad," he says honestly. Brad. Noah’s all-seeing informant. I’ve constantly hated him. "Are you still wondering about it?" "If I stay with you," I say slowly, "I won’t pay off the two million greenbacks." "You know that changed in the settlement from the start. Stay married, and you owe me nothing." He clicks his tongue, his gaze narrowing. "But you chose disobedience, didn’t you?" I pressure a bitter smile. "Permanently this time."

she snapped. I hesitated, searching for the right words. “Tessa, we have to come to terms with the truth that Fiona is my mate.” I swallowed hard, my voice trembling. “I believe she’s my mate.” I continued. Tessa’s laughter rang out bitterly. “That’s absurd, Tristan. There’s no way possible that Fiona is your mate. You must be mistaken.” I could feel my frustration building. “Tessa, I can’t explain it, but the bond between us, it’s undeniable. I can’t ignore it any longer.”

“You think you can destroy us with lies dressed as morality? You think the world will side with you? No, Ponce. You underestimate me. You underestimate us.” The boardroom fell into suffocating silence, every eye locked on Andres. Ponce’s smirk faltered, just slightly, as if sensing that Andres had more cards to play. Andres leaned forward again, his eyes unwavering. “You’re so sure of yourself, Ponce. Then let’s deal with facts.” He slid a folder across the table. Inside was a document — a marriage certificate filed in Hong Kong. Celia and Jaime’s marriage, legitimate and binding. Ponce laughed, his voice echoing in the room. “See? I was right. Their marriage is real. Which makes you and Ain

“Too late. We’re all tied to her now. All of us.” The word tied made me shiver. My mind swirled, filled with images of what that meant—three men, bound to me. And me, bound to them. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. The intensity was overwhelming, dizzying, but thrilling in a way I couldn’t deny. Damon stepped closer, letting his presence envelop me like a shield. “The bond is evolving,” he said softly. “You’ve felt the shift tonight. But it’s only the beginning. You’ll grow stronger, and so will the connection between us.”

Levantus speaks next. “Can you be unbound? Get your vision back and unlock your abilities? Anyone who turns out to be like you?” I furrow my brow and consider his question. “Moira, the witch who healed me said that the binding isn’t permanent, but it’s very strong. It would take a decent amount of power, the right kind of ritual to do the unbinding. It’s possible killing the one who did it could lift it, but that is an unknown.”

I’ve been doing just fine all these years on my own. “Lead the way, Bonnie Girl,” he purrs. I move toward him. I let my hand run down his tie. It’s so silky. “Well, come on then, Clyde,” I purr right back at him, sliding the tie out of his vest to lead him out of my club. He follows me like a good boy out to the parking lot.

He wanted revenge against my boyfriend and he would use me as a pawn to lure him into his downfall. Part Two of the Bondage Series. DARK MAFIA ROMANCE.

AVA I woke up with a pounding headache, my limbs heavy and sore. My eyes fluttered open, the room around me coming into hazy focus—a cold, dimly lit space with concrete walls and the faint hum of distant machinery. As I shifted, I realized I couldn’t move my arms. Panic set in, and my breath quickened. My wrists were bound tightly behind me. A groan escaped my lips as I tugged at the restraints, but they wouldn’t budge. It was then that I noticed Liam, slumped beside me, his head hanging low.