Captivated Tessa Bailey Novels & Stories

“The moments you shared happened. Hold onto that. Don’t let her steal those memories too.” “She stole my parents. My childhood. My trust. She doesn’t get my memories too.” I leaned into him. “We’re going to stop her. Stop Project Genesis. Free everyone she’s holding.” “We,” he corrected. “We’re going to stop her. Together.” “Together.” My phone buzzed. A photo. Showing Tessa sitting in what looked like a command center. Screens behind her show the estate. Showing us on the balcony. Showing this exact moment. Below the photo, one line.

she said but stopped, carefully thinking over her next words. “Okay, is everything alright,” Dainin asked. Tessa huffed in frustration as her hand ran through her hair. “It is, but my grandmother spilled the beans that I found my mate so now everyone wants to meet you,” she rushed out, but Dainin was hypnotized by the way she nervously pulled her lower lip between her teeth. He reached over, turning her head to face him as his thumb gently pulled Tessa’s lip free from her hold. The pad of his thumb slowly slid over the soft skin of her full lip and he smiled when she took hold of his hand, pulling it away to intertwine their fingers.

I leaned back in my chair as the last drops of whiskey slid down my throat, watching her through half-lidded eyes. She was sitting across from me, her face buried in her hands, shoulders trembling from the mess of tears and exhaustion. Pitiful. But useful. Raven thought she’d come here to beg me to destroy Tessa Bishop. In truth, I’d been waiting for that moment. Waiting for someone with just enough desperation to pull the trigger for me. She was the perfect pawn. I opened my laptop again and replayed the doctored footage — Tessa’s face filling the screen, her slender fingers hovering over a computer keyboard as though typing stolen digits into an offshore account.

"She knows that Blackwell isn't just a man with a grudge. She knows he’s the tip of a spear that’s been being sharpened for decades. She knows about the summit, the 'accidents,' and the names on the list that have already been erased." "Then tell us," I said, moving to stand beside Dante. "If she knows where Elias is, or what the final trigger for the Cleansing is, we need it now. We don't have time for a debrief." Reyes stopped and looked at each of us in turn. There was a shift in his posture, a sudden, stubborn rigidity. He leaned his hands on the table, looking at the maps, the encryption scrolls, and the photograph of Elias Blackwell.

"You polished Julian’s silver. You served his wine while he laughed about the Cull. Why should I believe you aren't here to collect the five million on my head?" Tessa stepped closer, the moonlight catching the jagged scar on her forearm, a mark I knew only too well. It was the mark of a rebel cell, branded over the skin of a slave. "I polished his silver so I could learn where he hid the keys to the laboratory. I served his wine so I could hear which Council members were taking his bribes. Now, either you move your ass into that cabin, or we can wait for the High Elder’s trackers to find us. Your scent is currently screaming like a siren in the dark."

Agreeing to be his bed-warmer? "I promise you won't regret this." His voice thickens against the nape of her neck, she could feel his breathing. So even and hot. She makes muffles inhale, her. Cara Denver, A-listed actress suddenly growing jelly for a man who ruled the underworld. This wasn't the way she planned her life. "I can make you feel other things, dear. Just open for me dear." His hands skims her dress and she lays towards the chair rest, her face breathless.

he said calmly, as if they’d simply finished a conversation, “let’s go get on that plane, baby.” I rose on unsteady legs. There was no fight left in me, no fire, no plea. Just the hollow obedience of a girl who had finally learned what it meant to be his captive heart.

she taunted. As I circled around to the foot of the bed, I twitched my fingers. The vines climbed further up her arms. One vine sprouted leaves to cover her eyes, the other sprouted leaves to cover her mouth. She snorted, confirming that she could breathe. Sage struggled against the constraints for a moment. I laid across the foot of the bed, using my hands to slide her dress up her hips, exposing her bare lower half. My mouth watered at the sight of her. I kissed up the inside of her thigh, making my way as slowly as I could make myself go toward her center.

Her attention returned to the figure fighting off birds and he was finally knocked down by his enemies, Tessa gasped violently as the man stared her in the face as he fell, blood running down his head and muttering the word “Run.” It was Colter. He had been taken down and captured by these things. She remembered the incident that involved Vida being violated by a stranger. “Holy shit!” Tessa screamed out loud, her eyes snapping awake, beads of sweat were visible on his forehead and mouth. “Motherfucker, if you’re going to give me visions at least show me the winning numbers of the lottery!” she ranted at whoever it was that was giving her these sights, “Am I some sort of oracle-bitch lady? W

I was filled with desire, but I also wanted to be careful with her. At first, her face showed a little discomfort, but soon, she began to respond to me. We moved together in rhythm. Her voice was full of pleasure, and hearing her made me want to give her more. I usually didn’t focus on making the women I’d been with feel special, but with Tessa, it was different. All I wanted was for her to feel happy. She wrapped her arms around my neck. Our lips met again, and we kissed deeply. When we finally pulled apart, we kept moving together while the sound of the waterfall surrounded us.