روايات وقصص ضمن You've Got Me Wrapped Around Your Finger

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, he shivered. " And I can do whatever I want with you?" " Yes", his eyes widen before speaking again. " No!", He yelled. " I mean no, please don't hurt me." His words made me step back, I released his hands. " What made you think I would hurt you?" He didn't reply, he just gawked at me slowly twisting his wrist. I didn't know what came over me or what made me do that to him. I took some steps back, crossing my arms.

“Careful, or they’ll start calling you the lovesick Alpha who forgot how to growl because his mate has him wrapped around her little finger.” Her words hit perfectly. A boyish grin spread across my face before I could stop it, the kind of unguarded, happy smile I rarely showed anyone but her. “Guilty as charged,” I admitted, nuzzling into her neck and pressing a trail of soft kisses there. “You do have me wrapped around your finger, baby. And I’m not even mad about it. Keep wrapping tighter. I like it.”

"I've taped these boys' ankles since freshman year, and I know every single one of their tells. And I'm telling you right now, you've got about four of them going at once." "I don't have tells, Amara." "You're gripping that pitcher like it insulted your mother." Her gaze flickered, and I looked down. I was gripping the milk pitcher hard enough to leave marks on my palm. I set it down, let myself breathe for a second, then whispered, "It's new," which was true but not remotely the entire story. "We're figuring it out," I added, not sure why I was trying so hard to make it believable. Well, courtesy of a business arrangement.

Fucking ropes had one job. "Ah-ah, dont think you could get away" he wrapped his arm around my throat.

"Okay, do whatever your boss wants, she is no longer mine now, take her and never return her to me" “Daddy! What do you mean?" Eleven said, she was very surprised to hear her father's words. "Didn't your father tell you? He sold you to my boss, he couldn't pay off his debt, so now, you belong to my boss, come with me” The man said and pulled Eleven's hand away from her father.

At least, I can definitely improve the condition of Papa's legacy under the Leofwin Group of Companies. I looked at my finger and noticed the twinkling wedding ring. There is no need for me to wear it anymore, I will just give it to the street person and he will be the one to sell the ring. I don't need this. I don't like this. I grabbed the ring and pulled it off my finger. Case... Tight. He doesn't want to be pulled. I pulled the ring again but it only hurt my finger, the ring didn't even move. FVCK! Is it glued?! Why is it suddenly tight? The more I pull, the more it stays on my finger. Damn!

“You don’t have to incite me, Vee. Just watch and see if you can really trust my words.” “Oh, really?” She raised her brows and smiled as she lifted her hand to caress his lips. Her soft fingertips trailed along the lines of his mouth. He couldn’t restrain himself with her doing this and instinctively bit her fingers. She didn't withdraw but gently tapped her fingers on his warm tongue instead. “Don’t make grand declarations yet, Sean. Deal with the engagement the day after tomorrow, then we’ll talk.”

With both of them watching, I walked over to the dresser, pulled out a box of condoms, and handed it to them. "We're still legally married. A pregnancy wouldn't reflect well on the company," I stated. Wayne blinked at the box in my hand, momentarily stunned. I shoved it into his hands and walked away without looking back. … I had just settled into the guest bedroom when an email notification chimed. "Ms. Campbell, we are pleased to inform you of your acceptance into our Jewelry Design program. Please report in at your earliest convenience." A small smile tugged at my lips as I read those words.