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I don't know how to go about this kidnapping seeing as it's my first time keeping someone held captive. Im not going to be an evil captor. I'm not gonna tie her up and make her do things she doesn't want to. I'll leave her alone for a week and go from there. There should be a book for kidnapping for dummies. But then everyone would do that and do unthinkable things. I'm not a cruel person, I may or may not have tied her up in the beginning but seeing her weak and dangling frame I didn't want to do that again.

ELIJAH The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle either. The perfect description was the famous 'this is hunger made flesh' line. His mouth crashed over mine with the speed of a predator after prey. His lips were hot against mine, his mouth engulfing my own in his. He devoured me as if he had been starving since the start of his life. I wasn't any better. I gave myself up readily like I had also been waiting for this all along. The truth was I had.

He pressed me back against the wooden shelves, books digging into my spine. "Hands above your head," he commanded. He tied my wrists to a shelf with the robe’s belt. Then he knelt and spread my legs wide. His mouth was relentless, licking and sucking until I was whimpering and trying not to scream. The danger of the hard books behind me and his rough tongue made it even hotter.

Her body jerked forward as her head fell back. Leo felt like her body was made just for him, and he was going to mark it in every way possible. He thrusted, searching for that sweet spot that always made her lose her senses, and it didn't take long before he found it. She cried out loudly when he hit her there and her grip around him tightened. Her body moved on its own like she had no control over it. She struggled to free herself when the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her, but their position didn't allow her to move much, and his hands that gripped her tighter didn't help.

Chapter 18: Reatainer I opened my eyes when I heard a movement and it turns out that it was Shiloh trying to stand up, he looks so pale and it is making me worry. Should I hunt some animals that could return his strength, I mean its blood? I help him to sit down properly before picking up the bag he uses as a pillow. I took one of the bottles of water inside the bag and I opened it. I put it in Shilohs mouth for him to drink since his lips are getting dried. I don't know if his thirst will disappear but I hope this water can help him even just a little.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

CHAPTER 9 TRIXIE My throat was on fire. Raw. Aching. Every swallow felt like sandpaper scraping the inside of my neck. My jaw throbbed. My lips were swollen and numb. Tears had dried in sticky tracks down my cheeks, mascara smeared everywhere. And I had never been more turned on in my entire life. Zahar’s cock was still in my mouth when I finally pulled back, slow and shaky. A thick string of saliva connected my bottom lip to the head of his cock for a second before it broke. I gasped, coughing once, the burn in my throat flaring sharp.

In the moonlight, he looked almost young again—not the cold killer I'd married, but the man who'd fallen in love with a traumatized girl in a burning doorway. Fair enough. I'd fallen in love with the monster who'd made me a queen. The garden smelled of roses and gunpowder. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed. Just another night in Brooklyn. Just another chapter in the story of the Moretti family. And we were just getting started.

Closing her eyes, conflicting images invaded her mind, sending shivers through her body: The First Fantasy (Yousef’s Touch and Passion): She felt the heavy weight of his body trapping her against the office wall, the heat of his breath on her neck, and the fierce intensity of his kiss that melted her defenses and staked his claim over her. A warm tingle coursed through her limbs. She smiled involuntarily, remembering how his formidable pride broke down under his suffocating jealousy over Amir. She whispered to herself playfully: "He's insane... jealous over a mere look!" The Second Nightmare (Amir’s Threat):