Captivated Novels & Stories

"I've noticed how you stare at me on occasion. Isn't there a part of you that desires this? Wants me to take you and make you mine?" He'd noticed, of course. Some part of me had hoped against hope that he wouldn't, but he did. I tried everything I could to keep from flushing, but it was futile. At the very least, he admitted that my attraction was minor. If I willed it, it would be small enough to suffocate between two fingertips like a fading spark. Unfortunately, it was barely more than a smouldering fire right now. I was being distracted by his eye contact. His wandering fingers tickled and scorched my skin, as did the one at my throat. "That's not the case - "

He was chuckling lowly as he moved back, leaving me breathless, dazed, enthralled, confused, and terrified. I watched him walk out the bedroom door, his gait easy and graceful, like a lion ready for the kill. I was fascinated, mesmerized by his dark charm that bound me to him, entrapping me in his dominating embrace. I was captured, ensnared, and to be honest, I had no desire to escape. It suddenly struck me I wanted to be here with James Maxwell, in his world, being ruthlessly ravished by him.

"My, my little plaything feeling a little needy are we?" The voice cuts straight through the cotton wool in her head. It's deep, melodic, and mesmerizing. Every word expands to fill her mind and becomes all she knows, all she wants to know. That wolfish grin and eyes like embers are barely visible in the candlelight at the other side of the room. "You, my little plaything, robbed me of my fun. The thrill of the hunt." As he moves closer to the foot of the bed, she tries to make out more details of her captor. She discovers the only thing she can focus on though is those eyes. Drawing her in and further down into them.

~Ethan~ I have never been captivated in my entire life. I was one who seemed unaffected by my surroundings except for my temper, which seemed to often get the best of me. But I was captivated at the orphanage. The right word would be enthralled. Locked in a cell of desire when I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever set my eyes on. Nothing took me by surprise, and nothing fascinated me, but this blonde-haired beauty fascinated me, knocking the breath out of my lungs without even lifting a finger. I found myself gawking, completely lost in her eyes.

He wouldn't let this happen. He would come for me. He always did. Even | knew life with Massimo...his controlling hands, his unpredictable moods, and his obsessive nature was better than whatever this stranger had planned. Bootsteps scraped against the floor and I forced myself to lift my head. My captor, ugly and smug, a shadow of a man with teeth that caught in the lantern light, stood a few feet away watching me like I was somne prize animal he'd caught in a trap. His face looked like it had been

He shook his head off before he could think something more stupid. "Hey Allen!" he shouted causing Allen to open his eyes widely. After taking some time smelling the scent coming from Primo, there was something he find himself harf to handle and it made his veins tremble in anticipation from it. It was almost hard to bear from a person like himself and it was dangerous. Too dangerous, because to his own point of view, it can attract the beast that was caged right inside his pride and will. "Let's go!" he abruptly said from the pretty camera man who was utterly shock.

How can I convince someone who is not willing to listen? Almost all of the captives were fast asleep but some talked to each other in whispers. Sebastien and Ezekiel were fast asleep beside me, they would have been exhausted from the constant fighting and the emotional toll it has on them. I scanned my eyes across the small space of the wagon and felt sorry for the ones that we are leaving behind.

It first time that I am happy and satisfied with the things which happen in my life. He stared at me with a confused face. Squeezing my hands in his he tried to speak but stopped when I showed him my palm before anything. " Did you recall something from this? The time when I was your captive I have begged you the same as your current situation. Did you hear my begging that time? No! Then I wouldn't. See table is turned, now I am the one who has more power than you " I told him holding my tears back so as not to break into tears.

Vikram The screaming of someone really pleasures me to my core as it’s doing now. Despite that his one will damage my eardrums but I am not done with my art, I am gonna need more blood to make the terrified face of his on my painting. My eyes trailed away from my paint board to him, sitting on his knees with nothing other than pants. I stuffed his mouth with a leather belt, full of spikes, I used the same to tied his wrists and ankles to keep him attached to the floor. If he dared to scream or move, the more it will slice his cheeks, hands, and legs he has more cuts on his body than the hair, in spite of this, he has the guts to beg for mercy.

Her crave was allowing herself to fall into this spell, one that was quickly pulling her under. At last. A surrender. Complete and total surrender. Holding her breath, she stretched a finger to it, waiting for the alluring sensation that, although not promised, she was somehow sure it would bring to her. Her finger had not come in contact with his hand though, the hand was moving away, at least that was what it seemed to her slow captivated mind. The movement was too slow though, not fast enough to deter her at all, so she stretched her finger further and pressed it against his skin, finally touching the web that fascinated her the most.