Unwillingly Yours Novels & Stories

"Stay in school and stop smoking drugs; if you keep it up, they will taste like poo's in your mouth forever." Satisfied that he would be fine, the wolf grabbed his jacket to cover herself and began cleaning up her mess. The sign for The Gas and Gobble was closed temporarily as she cleaned up the blood and rearranged the grocery items that were scattered during her tussle with the rogues, secretly grateful for the menial labor giving her brain a chance to recuperate.

The room was spotless, as if no one had ever lived there. Only the desk in front of him held a single box. Hugo opened it. Inside were all the gifts he had ever given Katherine. On top of the box, there was a single sticky note. "Three's a crowd. I'm stepping out. I give my best regards to Mr. Laurent and Ms. Mendes—may you have a long and happy marriage, and many children."

I suggested. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he leaned forward, making the space between us smaller. “And why should I agree? If I let this pass without any consequences, then you wouldn't take me seriously. A Fitzgerald never goes back on his words” He declared and leaned even closer. His breath reeked of whiskey, and woody cologne that played with my nostrils. “And I won't make the mistake of letting someone else get away with breaching their contract again, you understand that, yes? Now, I am offering you one more chance to reconsider. You don't have a choice but I will give you a week to agree or else, you know how it is going to end” He finished and sat back down.

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" I glanced at the bank card, then at his smug face. With everyone staring in shock, I slowly pushed away the card he offered and took my ring back from Selena. "Keep your card. I'm not short on money," I said indifferently, "If you've got that much to spare, go donate it to children in need."

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY "I have already reconsider my decision, I will accept you and I have forgiven you......" "Forgiven me for what?"

“ you wanted this angel, you want daddy’s fingers buried in your tight pussy? Want daddy to fuck uou with this huge cock. You want me buried in your pussy ?” His fingers are so good, I can’t even think as the pressure build in my pussy, fuck! Yes to everything. I want to be fucked like a slut and I’m begging with tears with my nose running and all I want to be fuck so badly by my new daddy as he cums deep inside my pussy.

I shouldn't have put so much in the wine, "Anna thought. She quickly removed the envelope from her bag and brought out the files. Anna placed them on the table and brought out a pen. "I need you to sign a letter of recommendation for me, you know I told you I have been trying to work with vintage holdings as their model but they kept rejecting me, I believe your recommendation would do the trick" Anna pushed the papers in front of Anthony. "Really, they still haven't accepted you?" Anthony asked lazily. "Unfortunately, no," Anna feigned a sad expression. "Sign this letter of recommendation and am sure they would," she lied.

I yank my panties up and smooth the gown down with trembling hands. My ass is still aching though. “You won’t tell him,” I said. “What we had was just… satisfaction. It ends here.” “I hate doing things halfway. So here’s how it works, kitten. When I call, you come. You let me fuck you. You don’t resist. Or I come to you myself and fuck the stubbornness right out of you, daughter-in-law.” The possessiveness in his voice made something hot and angry twist in my stomach. How dare he?

On the back, typed in clean font: You belong to me completely for one year. You will obey without hesitation. You will not touch yourself without permission. You will address me as Sir. You will not lie to me. Ever. Pleasure is mine to give or withhold. Pain is mine to give or withhold. Your body is mine. Your mind is mine. Your orgasms are mine. She read it twice. Her knees weakened. She sat on the edge of the bed, collar tight around her throat. Outside, the city glittered—beautiful, indifferent.