Captivation Want Nothing But You Novels & Stories

I told him and I could see the horror in all of their eyes. I looked back at Sophie and tried to push her but she still won’t let go. “Sophie, please,” I begged her but she did not heed me. My heart raced and panic started to overwhelm me. My eyes widened in horror as she opened her mouth to scream. Her voice echoes throughout the clearing and the birds flew away with their loud cries. I bit her hand and she finally let go of me. “They’re trying to escape,” she yelled over and over again and continued to scream. I walked backward in shock as I watch her scream for help. I looked behind her and the captives were already up and two torches walked our way— the blood drinkers.

Lily's POV This man is a sicko. He watched as I just got dragged and almost raped and he still did nothing. I hadn't been able to focus on the man he'd been torturing, I had to control my heartbeat. The fear of what was about to be that didn't end up being. The moment flashed through my mind repeatedly. The grip. The glazed eyes filled with disgusting desire. I hated it. It made my mouth bitter. But as I stared into the eyes of my captor I didn't know what to feel or say with his grey eyes staring into mine.

-JOANNE I’ve never wanted something so bad. I couldn’t take my eyes of the enormous painting in the room, it was beyond amazing and alluring. I have never been to events like this in my dear life and despite the castle itself being fascinating, this painting was beyond words. It wasn’t just exquisite, exceeding clarity, temptation, and wholesomeness. It was getting me all excited and I couldn’t dare to take my eyes of it. Even when Trevor asked if he could get it for me, I had shifted my eyes from the paintings to him, only to have the image already imprinting in my brain.

I hear a soothing, smooth baritone in a distance, but the dark fog closes in, shutting everything else out. I struggle wildly against the strong arms that hold me against a hot, hard chest. I struggle against the urgently whispered voice in my ear. Tears choke me and I let them fall. I can't help it. "No! No, please. Please, not anymore. Please!" I beg between sobs. Suddenly, for a moment, everywhere falls silent, but I still trash against my captor. The Black Void. Or so I think. Then strong hands pin my flailing arms against the wall. My legs are thrown over hard thighs and warm, soft lips descend on mine.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish, gattina.” We locked gazes. Mine warning and cold, hers hungry and mischievous. She lowered herself down to her knees. Her fingers curled into my waistband, and with one tug, she pulled my briefs and pants down at once. My dick sprang out, smacking her face. The little gasp she let out lit a fire in my veins, and I threaded my fingers in her hair in a tight grip. “Is this still in hopes for a change in position? I told you. You are nothing to me. Just a captive.”

“And when I tell you to kneel, you’ll drop to your knees without hesitation. When I tell you to spread those pretty thighs, you’ll do it without question. Do you understand?” I swallowed hard, unable to look away from the intensity of his gaze. He was out of his mind. Madman. Insane to the point he was not even listening what he was saying. “And don’t think you’ll escape my attention when you’re not in front of me. I’ll have eyes on you, everywhere you go, everything you do. You wanted me to treat you like a captive, I’ll grant your wish.” He tilted my chin up, his grip firm but not painful, his gaze cold. “You wanted to talk back, to test me, ptichka? Now you’ll learn what it means to be mi

“I can’t — I need, please let me come—” Vale crouches in front of me. Lifts my chin with one finger. Those ice-blue eyes burn. “Beg us, pet. Beg us to ruin Boring Betty tonight.” “Please, sir, master, please keep me—” My voice is broken and raw and desperate. “Use me. Ruin me. I don’t want to be boring anymore. I want to be your, please, your perfect shared fuckpet, I’ll do anything, I’ll take anything, just please let me come—”

But seeing them now, and knowing I was about to be a victim of them but unwillingly, unlike most of the women I’d seen that night having a time of their life, a cold shiver ran down my spine and I instinctively pressed my thighs together as though that would save me from the madness my captor was about to unleash on me. I was cut short from my wandering thoughts when he stepped into my view again, holding a handcuff and a leather whip. I expected him to order me to strip again but instead, he walked past me, placed them on a stool beside the table, and returned, only to forcefully grab my arm and jerk me up, leaving me dizzy from how fast he’d done it. He dragged me along to the table and be

-esteem day by day that it created this bleak view of the cold frozen icy world within this abyss seeking to suck her soul lifeless, eating away at the flame of passion a fire she struggled to keep alive within her with hopes to a purposeful life she dreamed of. this place was like an escape, a secret hideaway. Her desire was like an unquenchable thirst she desperately tried to satiate because the more she painted the more she didn’t seem pleased with her work, herself and the more she felt unpleased the more she tried until exhausting her last breath and at last she gave up and lay on the ground in total renunciation, tears flowing from her eyes dripping at the sides of her pal

I stated mockingly, catching a raised brow in return. “I'm no lord, but I am famished, hurry,” he spat as I closed the bathroom door on him. “Geesh, no need to get hangry,” I muttered softly as I quickly showered, then was uncertain why I was rushing myself. Staring at my reflection in the steamed mirror, I was disgusted with myself. Wagging my finger accusingly, I berated myself for being attracted to my disgustingly handsome captor. “Monica was right, I just want the D,” I murmured softly, then shook my head.