You've Got Me Wrapped Around Your Finger Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You’re mine." His touch was hard, sliding down my neck to my chest, freezing me in place as my heart raced, caught between fear and a strange, unnamed feeling. His fingers dug into my skin, leaving marks, and his breath brushed my ear as he leaned closer. "You’ll break for me," he whispered, a twisted promise hanging in the air. "I’ll ensure it."

-We must take the next step, don't you think," I finished tasting his fingers bathed in my thick vaginal fluid. He had become a demon at that moment, I could see it in his eyes, they burned more than his body and I... I had fallen under that spell that made me want him to fuck me, to do whatever came to his mind.

Chasing me. Come and get me. If you think you can.

“Yоu hаvе mе, baby, I’m уоurѕ.” I grabbed hіѕ hair, wrapping іt around my fіngеrѕ, hоldіng hіm tіght. “Thеn let’s mаkе thіѕ birthday еvеn mоrе mеmоrаblе.”

Whispering you'll be fine all along ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

"That's fine. Let's fight for what we want. But please, whatever happens, don't forget that you are mine. You can fly as much as you want, but, you will have to land in your nest, our nest." "All right. I promise." "What do you promise?" "To never forget that I am yours and you, you are mine. That will help me remember the way to my home." "What is your home?" "Wherever you are. Where you and my brother are," I answer and he kisses me as the school bell rings. "I'm glad you know that. Now, always remember that, girl. Because I never forget who I own" Stephen whispers against my lips and I smile. I like what he says to me and causes in me his words, they are nice things.

Seeing her under him was doing so many things to him. “Claire was right. She’s got me wrapped around her finger fr”

'This isn't for the animal in question to be interested; it is for the victim to be interested. She swallowed. 'Victim?' He laughed. 'Come on it will be fun beside I won't let you slip or get hurt.' She looked at his face searching for the assurance that he was telling the truth. 'Are you certain?' 'Why will I let you get hurt, you are responsible for my son and so I am responsible for you.' She gave him a look. What did he mean by that? 'I mean....you render and I reward and at the end; it is either we lose or win, it is your call.'

He raised her chin up and cupped her chin. “you do know, that you’ve gotten me wrapped around your fingers, you’ve gotten a hold on me, what are you going to do about it”.

she stated as she swiftly transferred the recordings to her phone. "I'm going to get you out of this, sweetie. Just don't let that bastard anywhere near you, okay?" "Sure, mom." Mom nodded in satisfaction before leaving me to my devices. I plopped down on my bed, looking at the fat diamond ring that glistened even under the dim lights in my room. It added an unwanted weight to my heart, making me wish it was Noah, who put that ring on my finger. Trixie was giving me a cold shoulder for abandoning her without a goodbye and I spent the next half an hour, begging for her forgiveness, which she gave me eventually when I sang her favorite song. That furball can never resist singing with me, that