Uncontrollably Fond Novels & Stories

I said decently so uncle might understand but he didn't and opened his mouth to say something to stop me but Aunt interrupted, "Let him go. They need to sort things out first." "Have you seen her? Just what has he done to her that she became like this?" Uncle growled at me. What have I done? "Uncle, Afflictions don't start unless they are provoked," I said calmly. "And what is this affliction? And what exactly provoked it, huh?" He asked furiously. "I am sorry, Uncle, but this is our private matter." He glared at me and let me go. "If you excuse me. I must see my wife. I am already very late to get my Evelyn." I said sternly and left to see her but before going I heard uncle saying,

The following days passed calmly, Andy and Camille had decided that their intimate encounters were going to be more limited in the office, however, he continued with the same attitude of always watching her. He controlled everything about her, her way of dressing, acting, walking, for him, she was his, not like a property, it was the desire that no one else could observe what he appreciated so much, what for him was his most great treasure, for Camille this was going to be something crazy, but she liked that control, despite being a psychologist and knowing that this attitude was not positive at all, Andy's excessive control turned her on too much, so the two of them They got on well in that

Despite everything, the corner of my mouth twitched. “Of course you're not.” “I'm a limited-edition collectible.” “More like a public nuisance.” “An exclusive public nuisance.” I shook my head. She watched me for a moment, her expression growing more curious. “So you don't want me to?” I looked at her.

She looked at him. “You're the only one who has ever made me feel this way,” he paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. “No one has ever drawn this out of me—whatever this feeling is.” His jaw tightened slightly, as if admitting this cost him something. “I can't bear the thought of another man getting close to you because the idea of losing you affects me in a way I can't control.” She looked at him for a long moment. A part of her felt drawn to him — his honesty had a way of unraveling something within her that she was trying to hold together. Another part still felt the sting of yesterday lingering on her neck.

Chapter 11: Controlled Burn Scrolsal's Pov I have been managing difficult rooms for thirty one years and the skill it requires is not intelligence, though that helps, and it is not authority, though that is useful. It is the ability to identify the moment a situation stops being manageable and to move before that moment arrives. Tonight had stopped being manageable approximately four hours ago. I stood at the podium in the Halcyon lobby and delivered the statement Dorian had written for me and I delivered it well.

“You can't stand that word.” Carmen held the telephone with her shoulder and pushed an inch down her shorts. “My pussy is uncovered. It feels so abnormal.” She spread herself and slid her center finger through the wet depression, recalling's areas of strength for Robert rubbing her butt, so near her groin that she needed to shout, “Make it happen, touch me.” “Carmen!” “Apologies, I'm horny, insane horny, and it feels insane great,” she said. “Meanwhile, it's twat that I disdain. Pussy's alright. My bare pussy, pussy, pussy feels much better.” She added.

“Now the world reveals what it has always been.” “And what is that?” Cassian asked. “Uncontrolled,” he replied simply. Aria didn’t like how easily he said it. “Uncontrolled doesn’t mean unmanageable,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “It means unpredictable.” There it was again. That word. Unpredictable. It had been her strength against the system. The one thing it couldn’t fully process, couldn’t eliminate. But now—without anything to contain it—that same unpredictability stretched far beyond her.

“Why did you really take me to that amusement park last night?” He looked down at his coffee, then back up at me. “Because I’ve spent most of my life building glass towers. Power. Silence. Control. But with you… I want something messier. Louder. Stickier. You laugh like you don’t owe the world anything. I need that.” “You’re saying I’m sticky.” “Emotionally, yes.” I nudged him. “And here I was hoping for romantic.” “Oh, that too. But you’re also the human embodiment of a stubborn daisy. You grow through everything, even concrete. Even me.”

I tripped after she gave me a firm shove back. "Strength without control is useless," she firmly asserted. "You are fighting with anger rather than expertise. And you'll be slaughtered for it." Fury. Yes. That was precisely what was burning in my veins and pulsing beneath my skin. A power that was beyond my comprehension and control. My fists clenched as my heart thumped. “She is right. You're becoming uncontrollable, allowing your anger override your every move.” At last, Damon, who had been observing from the sidelines, moved forward. "That’s enough for tonight."

Afterward, wrapped in nothing but sheets and his arms, I felt his breath on my neck. “You know,” he murmured, “I used to believe control was everything. That power made me untouchable.” “And now?” I asked, running my fingers along his bicep. “Now I know surrendering to the right person… is the real kind of power.” I smiled. “Then you’re going to love what I’ve planned next.” His brows arched. “There’s more?” “Oh, baby.” I chuckled darkly. “This is only day one.” Day Two