You Will Be Mine Natasha Preston Summary Novels & Stories

"My beautiful, filthy, ambitious Natasha. This is only the beginning." Exhausted and blissfully fulfilled, they drifted in each other's arms, the powerful billionaire and his devoted submissive wrapped in sated silence. Benson William , the man who thought he had seen it all, had found something rare and precious in her raw hunger. Natasha had found the dominant force that perfectly matched her hidden fire. Their lavish office and private playroom would forever be the sanctuary of their raw, passionate, possessive love. The End

" You're are already here, “ William, who's somehow Ethan's father. I don't even understand why he's trying to betray his own son. All just for power. " Yes. Thought I should help you get ready. We have to get this going before people change their minds, “ I note which they agree. Spending the rest of the day trying to get everything in order. **** Later on that night I get a message from Natasha saying I should fetch her. Worriedly I rush to get someone to accompany me.

Chapter Title: The Promise to Stay The heartbeat beneath her palm was steady, sure, the rhythm of a man who had already made peace with whatever waited for him beyond the canvas walls. Natasha felt it against her skin, felt the warmth of him bleeding through cold leather, and something inside her chest cracked. She didn't pull away. She wanted to. Every instinct screamed at her to wrench her wrist free, to shove him back, to remind him that she was not some delicate Luna to be kept behind silk and safety.

Then she slapped me. The stitch opened up, and I winced. My cheek was burning from pain and humiliation. Christian hurled accusation after accusation at me, but I had no idea what I had supposedly done. I was going to leave very soon. There was no reason to sabotage anyone. When his anger finally settled into something colder, he looked at me as if I were a stranger. "I treated you like a queen, Natasha," he said icily. "And you bribed a servant to poison her food because you were jealous. The baby can't be saved now. You thought you were clever, but you left evidence."

She watched me silently clear away the cold food and said indifferently, "I already told you I wasn't coming home. What's with that expression?" I stayed quiet. She used to say she did not want anything fancy for the holidays, just a homemade meal from me. Nonetheless, that was a long time ago. People would change, and clearly, she had forgotten everything she once said. As the heiress of the Bates family, Natasha had men constantly pursuing her even after our marriage. She had always ruthlessly rejected them all. Yet, Stanley was different. He was her childhood friend and male best friend, a few years younger than her, with youthful energy that effortlessly drew her attention.

Her fight was with Natasha but in that moment, I realized that she must have gotten information somehow that I had brought Natasha back to the pack, an act she no doubt saw as a betrayal. The truth of the matter was that Natasha is my mate and there’s nothing anyone could say that would ever make me change my mind about her. For many years, I thought I would never be able to find the one for me but by a stroke of luck, I had found her, just waiting for me after a nasty relationship. “See if you can capture one of them. If we have any chance to find out who is behind this, then we have to get one of them.” I said.

“Natasha is dead. She died of pneumonia in that lab three years after the Tribunal took her. Same as your little sister Lila. Her lungs were too weak, the doctors did not bother to treat her. They dumped her body in the same river as the rest of the disposable captives.” She tilts her head, studying him like he is a particularly interesting bug under a glass. “They found me in a foster home a year later. Same build, same eye color, same general age. Paid a plastic surgeon a small fortune to carve that stupid birthmark into my skin, trained me for two years to memorize every little detail of her childhood, every story your parents ever told her, every stupid little habit she had. They planted

After what I’d been through, Natasha felt like nothing more than an inconvenience. Finally, she lifted her chin and said, “I know you were vying for the position of Luna in Crescent Hollow. Trying to seduce Alpha Kade.” She circled my bed, coming to stand beside me now. She lowered herself so her face was only inches from mine. “You may play the innocent victim in front of Samson and Tyler, but I know what you really are.” “And what am I?” I asked coolly. Natasha’s lip curled. “A whore who doesn’t know her place.”

His hands flexed on my stomach. “I know. I can smell it all over you,” he growled. I shivered. “Falcon, please.” “Tell me about yourself, baby,” he begged. I silently cursed. “I’m Natasha. I’m 18. I’m… my mom is still alive. I like to read and hunt. I like to work and earn my own way.” I lifted my head to lick his neck. “I am competitive and don’t like taking no for an answer.”

Kinsley squealed, and when I turned around, I saw her grinning like a Cheshire cat, clapping her hands. "OMG! I knew that he liked you. I just knew it. I told him you'd be the one to bring him to his knees. I mean, after what that bitch Natasha did to him, he deserves someone who can see past his mean boy persona to the real Killian." Natasha? "Who's Natasha?" I watched as Kinsley shut down and closed up tighter than a clam. A look of fear passed over her face before she shrugged it off and smiled.