Novel & Cerita You Own My All Manga

Playing happy family with Elsa while I slaved away for all of you! "You don't deserve to talk about love. You're selfish to the core–and a complete fool." Larry clenched his jaw and suddenly pulled me into a crushing embrace. "Yes, I'm a monster. But you have to give me a chance to make it right! "Don't worry, Dheena. When we go back to the country, I'll deal with Elsa. I'll make her pay for what she did to you." His arms were iron around me. I was trying to figure out how to break free when my body was suddenly yanked into a different embrace–warm, steady, and protective.

I could not tear my eyes away from Charles's grin, that grin I knew better than anyone. At this point, it seemed miles away, like it belonged to a stranger. The dam burst, and the tears I had been holding back all night came flooding out. The ping of a text message cut through my sobs, sounding more annoying than ever. I wiped my face in a mess and checked the screen. It was from a number that seemed vaguely familiar, with a picture of Charles, bare-chested and asleep.

He pulled me up by my waist, whispering into my ears as he dug his dick deep into my pussy, " No one can own this pussy except me. No one, Sancia! Whoever comes between us, I will destroy him." I didn't understand the rage behind his words but he arched his dick deeper into my core. I threw my head back on his shoulders, crying out harder as my climax reached. Soon he followed me, groaning loudly as he finished himself inside me. His cum dripped down from my pussy to my legs, making me slack with desire.

Emilie’s POV The penthouse felt like a cage tonight, its opulent walls closing in as I stood by the window, the city’s restless pulse mocking my own. Milo’s words from earlier, “There is no way out. You belong to me now”, echoed in my mind, each syllable a chain tightening around my heart. His touch, the way his fingers had lingered on my jaw, had ignited something dangerous, a spark I couldn’t extinguish. I hated myself for it.

He didn't even glance at me when he remarked, "You took your time, darling." Before he could say another word, I slammed him into the wall. With my eyes gleaming, my claws sank into the material of his shirt. "Enough games, Kai. For whom are you actually employed? He laughed, utterly unaffected by my rage. Rin, you never change. Directly to the throat. My claws pricked flesh as I applied more pressure. "Respond to me. The Mafia? The Council? Both? Who is your owner? Finally, his smile dimmed slightly. His piercing, cunning eyes locked with mine. "No one owns me."

“Every part of you belongs to me, ptichka. Your body. Your mind. Your soul. And there’s nothing you can do to change that.” I shook my head, tears blurring my vision as I tried to fight the sobs rising in my throat. “You don’t own me,” I managed to choke out, though my voice was weak, barely a whisper. He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing the side of my neck, sending unwanted chills through me. “I already do.”

Damien’s hand lingered on mine for a fraction too long, his thumb tracing circles against my wrist as if testing the limits of my self control. His touch burned, igniting a warmth in my veins I didn't want to admit. I pulled my hand back slowly, trying to ignore the way his eyes followed the movement. “Why do I get the feeling you always get what you want?”, I asked in a light tone. Damien leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Because I do”.

“Pero may pake ba ako? Diba wala?” Tumawa nalang ito bilang tugon bago ilipat ang tingin sa akin, his brown eyes staring right into mine. “Bigay ko number ko sayo, that way macontact mo ako kung sakaling kailangan mo.” Wika nito at saka nagbigay ng calling card sa akin. “Thanks, but you don’t have to.” Sagot ko rito nang mailagay ko ang card sa purse. “I insist.” Sagot nito pabalik. “Para naman makabawi ako sa pambubully na ginawa ko.”

He claimed that today. I am his. My mind, heart, body, soul everything belongs to me. I am not ashamed to admit that he owns me. Alexander Russo owns me. ****************************************