Novel & Cerita Captivating Book Summary

“One out of three.” Fuck. I let my eyes skim over the first page and go through the basic introduction to the content of the book. My love for anything on paper kicks in soon enough and I let myself get drawn into the pages. The book provides information starting from the beginning of a certain year and goes on detailing the events that took place in that year and the next ten before beginning the next chapter. I read of powerless Kings and magical queens. Political upheavals and the line of Ashryn the Great.

But that didn’t happen, my world stopped spinning when I got the glimpse of Antonio’s back covered in blood and everything didn’t fly apart, everything froze and my world seemed to sink underneath, making me believe this was what hell feels like as I closed my eyes. . -THE END- Thank you for reading CAGED— A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance. And special thanks for all your support and comments! Erica and Antonio’s story will continue in the next instalment of this book. And don’t worry you wouldn’t have to wait long, you can already add the next book from my profile. Trapped Forever— A Dark and Twisted Happily Ever After.

As if he needs to be sexier. “Thanks,” I murmur as I walk inside. Josh closes the door behind him, leaving me all alone in his room. I look around the place and I silently admire it. As my eyes travel around the place, it hits me that each part of this room is a piece of him. Each part depicts one of his characteristics. My curiosity finally wins, and I find myself snooping around. I know this is wrong, but I can’t contain the curiosity inside of me. My eyes move along the black shelves on the grey wall and I smile a little to myself as I find a huge collection of comic books; the volumes resting on the shelves scream out his deep love for this genre! The vast Marvel collection he owns is en

The room was nothing short of breathtaking. Deep green walls caught the glow from the tall windows, their frames trimmed in black and gold. A massive bed sat in the center, its headboard tufted in velvet, the sheets crisp and white. There was a fireplace on the far wall and shelves stacked with books and crystal decanters. The whole place radiated warmth, the kind that seeps into you slowly, like a secret you weren’t supposed to find. I hovered near the doorway, afraid to move too much in a space that didn’t belong to me. I don't even know what to do with myself.

The taste, the warmth, the sheer weight of it made my breath hitch. I let out a muffled sound. My hands lifted automatically, wrapping around the length in front of me. My fingers trembled slightly as I stroked slowly, feeling the firm heat beneath my palms while he thrust forward. The sudden movement made my body jolt. The tip brushed the back of my throat and I gasped, saliva gathering quickly in my mouth as I struggled to breathe evenly. My chest rose and fell faster, my thighs pressing together instinctively as heat pooled low in my stomach.

he said quietly, “you’re going to shower. Eat. Sleep. And then you’re going to tell me every single thing they did to you. Every word. Every touch. In detail.” Her breath hitched. “Because I need to know,” he continued, “exactly what needs to be erased. And how hard I need to fuck the memory out of you.” She stared at him, eyes wide, pupils blown, lips parted. He straightened. The cabin door sealed. Engines roared. The plane lifted off. And Seraphina Laurent, heiress, captive, survivor—realized she wasn’t going home. She was going to him.

Damien didn't stop until I was trembling, oversensitive, pushing weakly at his head. Only then did he pull back, his mouth glistening with my release. He crawled up my body, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue. When he pulled back, his eyes blazed gold and I could see the struggle with his wolf. "Goddess, you taste so fucking good, my birdie. I want more of you."

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🍆👑Chapter 1👑🍆 I have never desired a woman. Not once in my thirty-two years have I looked at the soft curves of a lady’s body and felt true hunger. Breasts, wide hips, the sweet scent between a woman’s thighs, they do nothing for me. I have fucked women before, of course. A king must produce heirs, after all. But every time I buried myself in a warm, wet pussy, my mind wandered somewhere else. I finished the job out of duty, never out of real need.

“Tell me why you stayed.” “Because I’m addicted,” I moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “I can’t go back to normal life after this. Not after you’ve ruined me.” He fucked me like a man who had won completely, deep, possessive strokes that made my eyes roll back. The yacht gently rocked beneath us as he destroyed my pussy. “Cum for me,” he demanded. “Cum while the rescue team is still close enough to hear you scream.” I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me violently, my pussy gushing around his cock as I screamed his name. Damon groaned and buried himself deep, flooding me with another massive load of hot cum.