You're Mine Penny Brooks Novels & Stories

I think we should go clubbing later tonight,” Penny declared, her voice light and breezy. I stared at her, fork hovering mid-air above my third plate of kleftiko, utterly dumbfounded. “Clubbing?” I repeated, incredulous. “Are you serious?” My cousin’s tiny frame belied the force of her personality. Her black hair shimmered under the soft light, and her brown eyes sparkled with barely contained mischief. Mischief, it seemed, was aimed directly at me today.

I come with a broken sob, spilling over my fist in thick pulses, clenching so tight around the handle he curses roughly. He keeps it buried inside me for a long minute, both of us panting. Then he eases it out, slow and careful, leaving me empty and dripping. “You’re mine,” he murmurs against my mouth, kissing me deep and possessive. “Don’t ever forget it.” I nod, boneless, wrecked, and somehow more alive than I’ve ever been.

Constantly? Shaking my head at my overactive thoughts, I pushed the rest of my way through the crowd. I just needed some water and some air, that was all. I didn’t make it far, however, before I felt a cold hand wrap around my wrist. “Silver Star.” I turned, eyes wide, to see Stella towering over me once more—only this time, her cold gaze was almost… pleading “Mrs. Brooks,” I said, moving to pull my wrist away from her grip. “Do you need someth—”

He drawled before rubbing himself against me. We both groaned, the sound biting out of me. If I didn't have him inside me as soon as possible, I would snap, go insane, deranged. The first mental patient victim of sexual frustration. So I did what I've never done before, I submitted wholly to man. I fought to find my words, my vocabulary, my ability to speak and I looked him straight in the eyes. “Y-yours," I choked out. "My p ussy is yours.”

King Tyson's Pov I walk to my hotel room with joy on my face. The thought of what happened last night was very fresh in my mind. Who could have thought I'd find her here in this small town? She is very beautiful. I could see myself getting lost in her eyes. My mate. It's not every day we meet our other half. The one destined for us by the Moon Goddess. I had to hasten up my meeting this morning because I wanted to spend time getting to know her. I was so shocked and entranced by her beauty I forgot to ask her name. Shit! What could she be thinking of me? I increased my pace and got to my room.

“Hey please, it’s a mistake I am not supposed to be in this place—” “My name is Penny,” she smiled at me, her eyes just so magnetic that they started to make me uncomfortable, “I am here to escort you, young master, and make sure you have a great night. I was informed you are not to be accompanied by a man so I am thrilled to be your host for tonight!”

- That night was mere weeks ago, and yet at this moment, I could still remember every detail as it had just happened. "Almost there!" The cabby called irritably from the front seat. "Great!" I called back with faux enthusiasm. Seconds later, we were parked in front of a small innocuous entrance that was the beginning of the maze for The Dungeon. The bouncer that usually stood out front was curiously missing along with the long line of anxious BDSM wannabe's that had popped up since it had become the hottest new thing.

A low rumble comes from Bryce and Peyton shakes her head, “No, no, it can’t be him.” “She isn’t allowed near him.” Bryce grumbles and I frown, he hasn’t shown me this side of him. The side that’s so… commanding. His ice blue eyes seem so intense, I swear that instead of getting darker, they get lighter, almost as if they’re white. Peyton huffs, “I guess we’re back to square one. I’m going to get some rest, I’ll see you for dinner.” Bryce nods his head and Franklin quietly dismisses himself. I glance around the room, just to make sure that we’re completely alone and I ask, “What’s wrong with Tony Brooks?”

It was fairly dark and deserted in the parking lot by the time I got there and even though I knew well enough that roaming around outside by myself was a terrible idea, I still took my chances and prayed that I could reach the safety of the car in time before some drunk loser could see me and take advantage of my defenseless self. It was worth the risk really, because I couldn't stand another minute in there, staring at Minho and his all so beautiful girlfriend making out right in front of me as if I wasn't laterally dying from the heartbreak his twin brother who by the way, is an exact carbon copy of him had me going through. Seriously, Minho could be so insensitive sometimes.

" Eve wrapped her arms around Shane's neck, her face glowing with happiness. That smile pierced straight into my heart. I immediately lowered my head, unwilling to look at them. "Aw, you remembered that I drink milk before bed? I'm so happy!" "Something this small makes you happy? You’re too easy to please, Eve." Shane's indulgent words made my chest ache. I sniffed quietly, refusing to let the tears fall. Not hearing the answer he expected, Shane looked at me in displeasure. "Do you even remember what I said just now?"