Novel & Cerita You've Got Me Wrapped Around Your Finger

I wasn't the competition type, but right now I so wanted to win. "Oh, really? I can also guarantee, at this same time tomorrow, you will be on your knees. Just dying to have your way with me." I respond, as I run my fingers through his curls with my other hand. "Sweetheart, don't try me." He answers, a bit more raggedly. "Mr. Capone, baby, don't try me.'' I reply, putting the last band aid on my arm and stand up. I was finished for the day, so I straighten my dress, grab my purse, and begin walking to the door. He doesn't say anything, so I decide to put a little sway in my walk.

"Yes, Alessia. This is all Luca's fault, but he is still your fiance. Just say the word, and I'll make him return the ring and throw that wretch out at once." I looked at the farcical mess in front of me. Finally, I spoke. My voice was calm, but it cut through the dead silence of the hall. "The ring?" I slid off the black velvet glove, exposing my mangled, horrifying left hand. "Do you really think it could fit here?" The spotlight fell on my broken fingers. The room went silent for a moment, then a collective gasp erupted.

“Good. Keep hating me, Ayla. I’ll have to fuck the hate out of you.” Two thick fingers slid through my already slick folds, teasing my entrance before pushing inside me without warning. I gasped sharply at the sudden stretch, my walls clenching around the intrusion. His fingers were big— long and rough— curling expertly against that sensitive spot deep inside while his thumb circled my swollen clit with ruthless precision. “So fucking tight,” he groaned, pumping slowly, watching my face like he owned every reaction. “This greedy little pussy is dripping for me, the enemy. How does it feel, hating me while you soak my hand?”

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

He hated being a talkative, he only wished Jayden was close to him, he preferred actions to words. "Tell me, twin. How's she? Have you been able to screw her fat juicy ass? Well, you better have her now because....I'll be taking over soon" he said and London tightened his grasp around the phone. The anger that he was trying so much to control was now getting the better part of him, he knew that was Jayden's intention. "You should dream on Jayden, cause you're never getting her" he said with gritted teeth and Jayden sniggered.

Trying to make me get too relaxed and then dropping a bomb out of nowhere that would disorganize my schedule. As if she hears my thoughts, she turns to me. Her lips are a scarlet red, it's her signature lipstick for times when she believes she's being a diplomat, and says with a smile, "My darling son. Why do you stay so far away from me?" Then stretching her arms out, adds, "Come give your Mommy a hug."

said Sherly sincerely. "I love you more. You are only mine, and I would risk anything to protect what is mine, it will always be that way."

For a moment, I contemplated murder. “Say yes!” Someone shouted and the others followed. “Say yes, say yes!” I felt the pressure in my bones, they were singing in my ears and I gave up. “Yes.” My voice sounded lower than usual. “Louder!” Someone asked. “I SAID FUCKING YES!” I snapped and Mr Montgomery put the ring on my finger before stand standing up. Then, pulled me into his arms and brought his mouth near my ear.

My fingers were white as I clutched the driving wheel hard. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

I tied it to my wrist. “You hold on to me,” I whispered. And I’ll burn the world to find you.