You're Still Mine Novels & Stories

Maybe then, I’d have a chance at convincing her to stay. Either way, leaving wasn’t a choice for her anymore. You’re mine. My vow still echoed around us, the eye contact only dragging it out longer. “Does that scare you?” My voice came out steady, masking the untamable psychotic urges beneath my inked skin. Her nails dug into the side of my ribs a little deeper. “No.” “Good.” Leaning in, I bit her neck possessively. “You’re mine whether you like it or not, amore.”

“Say you’re mine.” I press my forehead to hers, my breaths tangled with hers, needing her to feel what I can’t say yet. Her hot breaths press against my skin. I slow down to make sure she feels every part of me, giving her a moment to respond to my question. “Ahhhm,” her soft, broken moan echoes in my ear, making blood rush to my dick. I feel it. I can feel her falling. And God, I fall too. “I don’t care how long it takes,” I whisper against her lips. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. And you’ll never walk away.”

“Hate me all you want. But you’ll still be mine.” Hema clenched her fists. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Aaron said as he gets closer to Amanda who could feel his breath on her face due to how close he was. “I don’t understand what you are saying boss” she said still bending her head down. “It will be so annoying if I keep reminding you this..” Aaron lift Amanda chin up making her to close her eyes. “I won’t remind you next time kitty that…. “Am yours… yes I know.” Amanda angrily release her head from Aaron hand as she hates it when he said the words “ you are mine”. She wanted to sneak away from his cage but he hit is hands on the wall beside her making Amanda to close her eyes in fear..

"Tonight, is not a part of your training for Robert. Tonight, is just for us. Are you still willing?" Still willing? I was even more eager knowing that.

"You really mean it?" "With everything I've got," Jake said, moving closer until he was right beside my bed. He reached out, hesitating before gently taking my hand. "You are my life. You are my rock. Always have been. I just need to see you, feel you, feel your scent, your presence. I want to be alive again, Lea. I am. living as a walking dead. "

I will cherish her and drown her in the depth of my desires and pleasure I will introduce her to a new world , a world she wishes she knew earlier And then I will have her wrapped around my own finger It’s not like I was gonna love her or anything , i didn’t believe in love , love was for hopeless sad people , who had void and emptiness in their lives , trying to fill it with something called love Think it would last forever I just wish if Anna didn’t have those fantasises about me , well if she had them it won’t take long for me to wipe them away from her head Soon she will live for only my pleasure and hers , she wouldn’t want to be loved , just pleasured I opened my phone to find few mess

Kloe ordered in a harsh tone as tears trickled down her cheek. "Baby please I beg you, I was foolish and selfish, give me one more chance and I promise if I ever hurt you, I'll kill myself... "Then tell me why you are still alive, wasn't that what you told me on our first date, babe I'll die if I very hurt you, "She mimicked. " Listen, Henry, I don't have anything to do with you, how am I even sure that you are not lying to me again, please let's end this here, go after somebody else."

I wouldn’t lie, it was sexy seeing him act so brave and macho like he would be able to stand his ground in a fight. The gothic guy looked like he worked out, and could knock anyone out with a clean punch. Gothic guy snorted, “I don’t want to hurt you, princess, don’t be sour cause I took your man.” August growled. The testosterones soaring out of their bodies was enough to get me pregnant. “You can’t take what belonged to the streets.” My heart clenched in pain, his words hitting my already sore organ. That hurt. “This has been nice but I and my…boyfriend have to leave,” the guy pulled me toward the exit, and into the parking lot.

I whispered, lifting her hand to my lips. “Mine.” Her fingers brushed gently across my jaw. “My husband.” She smiled. “Mine.”