Captivated Tessa Bailey Novels & Stories

The hot liquid burned as it trailed down my throat. My desktop was on before me, the cameras displaying on it. I caught sight of Tessa as she materialized from the bathroom, now changed into fresh clothes. She stood, staring at herself at her vanity for a second before she crawled under the duvet and remained motionless. I lost track of time as I watched her sleep. The rain drumming loudly against the rooftop. I mentally cursed at myself. I'd killed someone to protect her and now I sat down, whiskey in my hand, babysitting her through the screen as she slept.

I entered her missionary once more, slower, her pussy slick from before, but now with watchers, vulnerability hit hard. 'Ignore them,' she whispered, legs locking around me. I thrust steady, building rhythm, her nails raking light. Dialogues hung unspoken—Ronan's grunt of impatience, Lila's soft 'It has to sync with release.' Emotions surged; love for Tessa anchoring me amid the distrust, fear that this 'cure' was a trap.

For a moment, nobody spoke. The soft humming of the repair equipment suddenly sounded deafening to Tessa. She looked at the name again. Tyler Beaumont. ‘ Wh.. what is this?’ Her mind went numb for a second. Not knowing what to say, what to feel, what to take this as. “ But..” words died in her throat. ‘ He was spying on me?’ Her heart sank and her knees buckled. But thanks to Grayson who was by her side and quick to catch her.

“Bailey. Slow down.” “I can’t.” Her voice broke. “Not until I find him. Not until I make Kensington provide me with an answer for what he did.” The building was sleek, glass-fronted, and buried in the wealthiest part of the city—Kensington Biotech. Bailey stood across the street in a black hoodie, her phone in one hand, her other trembling with adrenaline. The information she had hacked from Lyla’s files had led her here. Kensington wasn’t just a politician or corporate puppet. He was the architect behind everything she has suffered and is still suffering.

My legs flailed as I kicked and struggled to break free, but the sight of a knife coming toward me made me freeze. “Hey, baby. I was looking for you.” Caleb purred in my ear, the blade biting into the soft skin of my throat. “Go ahead and drop your weapon.” "Please don't do this," I begged, but he chuckled darkly. "Why wouldn't I, Bailee? I have nothing left to lose. Now say hi to the camera."

This time, he doesn’t touch me but he’s close enough for me to notice his healing cuts and the tiny scars scattered around his brows. “What did you say to me?” His voice clogs with an emotion that scares me, I lost my will to talk and resort to shaking my head. He grabs me by the collar, cutting off my air supply. “C’mon, Tee, repeat it.” “I didn’t say anything,” I whisper, gaze fixated on the wall behind him. His grip on my collar slacks, I inhale and squeeze my eyes shut when he scoffs. “My name is not Tee, my name is Tessa. Let me go.”

Helplessly she brought some food for the girl and handed it over to Nik. Nikolai made his way to the guestroom to greet his captive. He unlocked the door and closed it after him. He saw the girl lying on the floor. She is unconscious. He didn't feel any remorse to see her like that. He picked up the water glass from the food tray and spilled it's contents on her face. He saw how the girl gasped with shock and woke up. It took her a moment to get her bearings. When her eyes landed on him, they became wide with fear. She sat up immediately. She forgot to cover her torso. But he didn't look. His gaze never moved away from her face. He is reading her every expression like a book. Shock, confusio

he stated, voice deep and husky, too sexy and removesd his white polo shirt, flexing his well built body, 6 packs abs and fine chest. Primo shivered as he heard the unbuckling sound of belt and unzipping sound of pants. He directed the camera towards where the sound came from, gulping and sweating. Primo trembled when he heard Allen moaned deep from rubbing his bulging, pulsating sword. And to Primo's horror, Allen released his dick right in front of him shamelessly. 'Oh my god oh my god oh my god! I almost drop the camera!' he internally streamed.

I demand to know, feeling uneasy with what they’re cooking up. “You need someone to remind you how great sex can be but not someone you get attached to,” Tess explains, locking her sights on a target. “That guy would be perfect.” “No!” I protest. “Why not? He’s gorgeous” Bailey says, swiping her tongue across her top lip and eyeing off her potential victim.

Darius had to do various treatments that made him very hostile to James. Tessa slept for a long time until she woke up to cold water splashing all over her body. Tessa opened her eyes and saw her body tied to a chair. Tessa's eyes were still trying to focus as the water continued to drip and hit her eyeballs. Finally, she could see a musty room with so many useless things, like a warehouse, and Tessa saw three people in front of her who were quite large.