You've Got Me Wrapped Around Your Finger Novels & Stories

I hang up before he has a chance to reply. My friends squeal. “I can’t believe you are going out with him!” “You know if he can get your number he will be able to find out where you live, right?” “I know. I just have to make him work a little for this.” “What did he mean by game on?” I should have known they would catch on to that.

It's long and beautiful, like a golden silk wrap. He holds up the scarf in front of me. "This is like il sole, the sun. Put this on." My mouth goes agape as he pushes my cardigan off my shoulders, letting it drop to the ground in one heap. Without further ado, he puts the silk wrap over me to replace the cardigan. I get the privilege of smelling him again, that scent of soap and sand. I feel the warmth of his fingers through the thin delicate cloth as he fastens it around my neck, tying it like a loose braid. His fingers are just mere inches away from my chest.

his voice came from behind me. I noted with a bit of sadistic glee that there was worry in his tone. Well, good he should be. I wheeled around and aimed a cool, contemptuous stare at him. 'Madam Witch' standing by his side, with her hand wrapped around his arm as if it belonged there and would always be there. I saw a bright, sparkling diamond on her finger, and my stomach clench. Wow, the possibility that I had misread him that badly made me nauseous. I used all of my control to keep it off my face. Leaving it as bland and cool as I could.

Zena's POV Emotions churned within me as I stood before the captured right hand of El Fuego. The sight of Mr. Lopez stirred a whirlwind of conflicting feelings, a potent concoction of relief, anticipation, and a lingering sense of apprehension. It was a victory, undeniably, to have him in our custody, yet beneath the surface lay the sobering recognition that our journey was far from over. Happiness teased at the edges of my consciousness, an unattainable shade, overshadowed by the harsh reality that success in our line of work was often fleeting, a mere respite in the ceaseless battle against crime and corruption.

"And maybe I like putting you in your place." She squirmed against his grip, torn between wanting to break free and aching for his touch. "My place? And where exactly is that?" Jake's fingers finally reached her core, eliciting a gasp. "At my mercy." "Cocky bastard," Sophia muttered, even as her hips bucked involuntarily, the movement splashing water everywhere. His chuckle vibrated against her back. "You love it." She bit her lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But as his fingers began to move in maddening circles, coherent thought fled. All she could focus on was the exquisite sensation building between her legs and Jake's iron grip holding her in place.

the third voice said, a bit more gently, “she tops the charts too. She just needs to believe it. Girl’s got talent.” That was enough. Ava quietly slipped out, walked back to her desk, and tried to shake it off. But their voices followed her ringing in her ears, stubborn and clinging. She hated being shy. Hated how it made her blend in when all she wanted was to stand out. However, the third person's words gave her solace, settling in her chest like a tiny anchor. It didn't fix everything but knowing someone out there was rooting for her strengthen her resolve in winning the competition.

"So, you fell for me at first sight." "That's possible," Cadmus answered with a smile. They strolled through the yard hand in hand. The setting sun cast rays over them, bathing them in a golden glow. Through love, they overcame their trauma together. From this day forth, only happiness awaited them.

"You don't get what you want; you get what I give." His voice a growl, his hands gripping my waist, holding me still, his hips beginning to thrust hard, pounding his cock inside me, my hands grasping his hair. His hands release me; grasping one of my hands, he grabs the rope, his hand tying mine to my ankle, then the same with the other side. Both my hands are now tied to my ankles, his smile wicked, his hand grasping my hair. "You get what I give, nothing more." His hands gripping my waist again, his hips moving fast and hard, moaning from pleasure, I wish I could touch him. I need more; I want so much more. This is amazing, but I can't stop thinking I want more.

I found my good luck And I'm going to take care of you I don't want to lose you There's nothing better Then your lips on my mouth Your gaze that touches me Living without you would be a mistake I found my good luck Just by loving you And I want to stay Forever My Love Embraced to your waist You became my madness. I found my good luck And I'm going to take care of you I don't want to lose you There's nothing better Then your lips on my mouth Your gaze that touches me Living without you would be a mistake

"Trust me, I tried to talk myself out of it each time." His fingers trailed the hickeys he left on my chest, connecting them to the ones on my neck. "Every time, I promised myself I wouldn't touch you." His muted eyes clashed with mine, "And I failed both times. I guess you could say you have me wrapped around your little finger, hm?" "Should you be admitting that to me?" I whispered. It sounded... too personal.