Words To You Belong To Me Novelas e Histórias

I won't let you use me anymore. -Elenor, you're the love of my life, and I won't give up on you! Tears stream down my cheeks. When did I become so weak!? Why do I melt at the words thrown in the wind by a stranger!? -Well, if you love me as you say, don't get close to me anymore! -You can't ask me that, he says through clenched teeth. -That's what I want. -Until your memory comes back, I won't stay a second away from you. Got it?

"I need to hear you say how much you want this, how much you want me to bury my cock into you hungry tight pussy" I took a shaky breath"I want you." I cried as he takes of the last piece of clothing leaving me bare to his hungry eyes. "Fuck princess, always so fucking ready for me. Who do you belong to?" he asked his voice dropping to a whisper. "I need to hear you say that too. Tell me who you belong to." "You," I said the word feeling both terrifying and right. "I belong to you." A slow satisfied smile spread across his face. "That's right. You are mine… mine exclusively”

What happened to me? "Who are you?" I asked him for answers. "Me? ..." he said with a seductive and pretentious smile, he looked at me examining all parts of my body as if I were a piece of meat about to be devoured, I couldn't help feeling uncomfortable and it was then which he concluded by saying: "I'm your owner"

I took a step back and my mouth parted and before I could stop my words they just vomited out. “I belong to myself, no one owns me and this, whatever little game you want to play isn’t happening.” I could feel the burning behind my eyes, “your words have two meanings and unless you want the correct answer stop playing with me, I’m not a toy.” Every hurt I’d ever felt surged forward, “I’m tired of being confused of what someone else wants of me, tired of guessing, tired of misinterpreting what someone else feels for me.” I closed my eyes, “I don’t want that anymore, I want what I came here for, I want to be a warrior first and then whatever fate has in store for me, sobeit.”

he began, his voice hushed and menacing, “that now you belong to me.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut, knocking the breath out of me. *Belong to him?* My heart raced, confusion and fear swirling together in a tempest of emotions. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. His fingers wrapped around my wrists, holding me in place, making it clear that there was no escape, no going back.

“You belong to me.” My stomach twisted. There was no way out.

“You do. You just don’t want to admit it yet.” His certainty was both irritating and oddly reassuring. “London treated you well,” he continued. “But that was never where you belonged, Christian. This—” he gestured around the room, the estate, the legacy “—this is yours.” I exhaled slowly. “Belonging is a stretch, Abuelo.” He nodded, acknowledging the truth in that. “Because of her?” I said nothing. I didn’t need to. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his temple. “I know what this house represents for you. What those walls took from you.”

Words to keep me caged. “I'll kill you if you ever try to leave me because you're not allowed to exist outside of me. You belong to me, Kelly, every piece of you.”

Yet. You're a member of One Voice, huh? I guess I'll check out your previous comments, to see if we really think alike. I mean, I find that difficult to believe, no offense. I am literally one of a kind, when it comes to how I think. But you are too( you think noodles are a God send? Big no no for me)

“How dare you try to hurt yourself in front of me?” I parted my lips but no words left them. “You gave your life to me and I didn’t force you, now I’ve claimed it as mine, you do not take what’s mine, no one does,” he jerked to his feet and leaned. I looked up at him, our faces inches away from each other. His eyebrows knitted downwards and his jaw tightened. He parted his lips and my eyes met them again. Weirdly, I wanted to know what they tasted like but this was not the time for weird desires. “So mark my words and make no mistake. You belong to me now and no one takes what’s mine. Not even you”.