All Chapters of Desires And Captivity: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I stood over the seemingly lifeless body, frozen between instinct and logic. Every shred of survival instinct screamed run and hide, but something inside me refused to just leave him there. As I stared down at him, all I could see was opportunity — a dangerous, stupid, and possibly suicidal opportunity, but a chance nonetheless. A chance to survive. To get answers. To finally stop running.Of course, it was also an enormous risk — the kind that could end with my throat torn out in one motion. But in times like these, death didn’t seem quite as terrifying as it used to. Sometimes it even felt like the easier option.Cautiously, I gripped his arms and rolled him onto his back. His body hit the ground with a heavy thud, but he didn’t move. Still out cold. I darted around the store, searching for something — anything — to restrain him with. Finally, I found a chain and a padlock. Not ideal, but it would have to do. I bound his wrists and ankles tightly, awkwardly, making sure every link o

I saw the disbelief flicker across his face, and my smile only widened. Our faces were separated by just a few inches; the chains cut sharply into his shoulders as he strained against them. His shirt was tearing more and more with each subtle movement, revealing the hard ridges of his abdomen, the taut muscles shifting beneath his skin as the metal links scraped against him.“Well,” he said, frowning slightly, “I suppose we’ll find out the truth soon enough.”At first, I didn’t understand what was happening. Our eyes locked—and suddenly, I couldn’t look away. It was as though something invisible held me there, pulling me deeper into him. The trance grew stronger, and I could feel my thoughts blurring, my resistance slipping away. Then a strange scent filled my nose—spiced, intoxicating, otherworldly. Instinctively, I leaned closer, my hands clutching at his chest.When I looked up at his face again, for the first time I saw something like emotion flicker there—disbelief.“What… what’s

“No, please…” I moaned, my hand involuntarily slipping between my legs. I lay on my back on the carpet, my body arched, my breasts pushed up. One of my hands began to excite itself between my thighs, the other caressing my breasts.“Look at me,” the command boomed. I raised my gaze and tried to look at the angel standing in front of me. Why hadn’t I licked this perfect body all the way through? I kept my head up, trying to maintain eye contact as I changed positions: I turned onto my stomach, my knees propped up, my buttocks held high, and arched my back. The rough material of the carpet rubbed my breasts even through my bra, but I couldn’t stop. Desire sparkled in his black eyes, and it only increased my own arousal.“Please,” I begged.“What do you want, baby?” he asked with a mischievous smile. Desire, possession, and victory flashed in his eyes all at once.“I… I want to enjoy it. I want to… satisfy you,” my voice choked.“How excited are you?” he asked, his gaze caressing my body

“My answer…” I whispered. “…is still the same. Never.”The angel of Hell’s eyes filled with fury. His hand clenched near his waist as he lifted his head from my lap and met my gaze.“I aroused you… and you aroused me. Why don’t you desire my touch without enchantment?” he demanded, his eyes burning like fire.“Does it even matter to you whether you get what you want with or without enchantment?” I answered weakly.I could barely tear my eyes away from his face. I wanted him—wanted to feel him move inside me, to touch every inch of his body. My instincts betrayed me, and I brushed my hand against him through the fabric of his pants. Then, using the last of my willpower, I pulled away and collapsed onto the rug, gasping. The demon leapt off the bed and stepped away from me.I kept my eyes closed, trying to quiet the storm inside me—until a loud crash made me jump to my feet. One of my mother’s cabinets lay shattered across the floor, and beside it stood a very angry angel of Hell.Only