One Thrust Man Romane & Geschichten

Immediately, the guy's throat was crushed and he died on the spot. Meanwhile, Six Fingers took this opportunity to roll to one side, but he fell flat on his face. “Save me!” Six Fingers was horrified. His thugs ran over to fight with the man. “Kill him! Kill him! Tear him to pieces!” Six Fingers roared. However, the man was not scared of the thugs. He was ruthless and could kill someone with every move he made. In just more than ten seconds, all of Six Fingers’ thugs died. He was the only one left.

That was the moment. Tony came up behind the first one, knife flashing once, sharp and clean into the throat. The man barely made a sound before he dropped. Denis tackled the second one, wrapping an arm tight around his neck, dragging him down into the dirt. The guy fought a little, boots scraping the ground, but Denis held firm, twisting till the body went limp. It was done in seconds. No bullets. No noise.

I wanted to be all she needed, to be her strength, but what good am I when I can't even touch her? Thorne stood, holding a small, worn journal. He seemed to measure its weight like it held not just knowledge but truths that desired liberation. "This man was a follower of the Dark Ones," he declared, his voice a solemn testament. His words broke through my haze of anger and disbelief, drawing my eyes to the journal.

The man continued to thrust until she felt full and tight down there. "You're so tight," Nightroe hissed. He started with slow movements. Until the man was sure to increase the tempo of thrusting her body. Still with occasional growls. Likewise, Svanna had to resist the instinctive urge to tighten her grip on Nightroe's arms. They made eye contact. Svanna felt so embarrassed that the man continued to stare deeply at her, which slowly pushed her husband's fingertips to land on her lower lip, as if the only thing the man was doing was admiring everything there.

Thrust. His body tenses, and I can tell he's close, my name slips from his lips. “This.” Thrust. “Is me.” Thrust. “Owning you.” Thrust. “Taking what’s mine.” Thrust. His body locks up beneath me, a sharp cry tearing from his throat as he spills between us, shaking with the force of it. His heat engulfs me, and the way he clenches around me has my own control snapping. I bury myself deeper, a groan ripping from me as I come hard, my body trembling against his.

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

Thorne barked. The Hammer moved like a force of nature, unthinking, unstoppable. He charged at Thorne’s lead man with terrifying speed, ignoring weapons. The mercenaries responded with precision. Coordinated volleys of non-lethal, high-velocity rounds struck The Hammer simultaneously, knocking him off balance. He crumpled to the floor, stunned but still conscious—a living monument to brute strength contained by tactical skill. Thorne didn’t pause. Ignoring the fallen enforcer, he lunged at Luca, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall.

Devon POV: Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling. I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.

Throes of Love 2 “What the fuck do I do with this?” Alfonso shouted at his men. The living room was extremely quiet. It was just a few minutes past seven in the morning. Alfonso has not returned until early this morning. Chanel and Joshua were nowhere to be found and when he returned in the early hours of the morning all his men were out cold. The headache he had was not even letting him think. He had spent his night at the club, mainly working to take his mind off Chanel’s betrayal. If not, he would have probably killed her and he would be left to explain her death to Joshua.

Apollo groaned and dropped Alfredo, leaving him still grieving and crying. The new man looks like he just woke up. “ You’re noisy,” he pointed out, messing with his hair using his large hands and squinting his eyes before it roams around us. Apollo encouraged him to step forward in his direction and he did. “ Thorne, your sister is here,” he mouthed, making both of us froze at our position. The new man or Thorne, didn’t wait any seconds and run into me. His hands touched my face and there is an undeniable joy in his expression. “ Thania,” he said and I struggle to get out of his touch.