Captivation Want Nothing But You Novels & Stories

A single tear drops down my cheek, and my Mistress steps forward and runs her tongue over it, lapping it right up. "No more tears, little bird. The only time I want to see tears is when they are tears of ecstasy as I make you come." Her words are crude, and you would never think a woman like her would ever say these nasty things, but she is the devil incarnate, maybe even worse than her husband. Her looks are deceiving; she is a very beautiful woman, but with a lot of darkness inside. For some reason, though, I have a slight tingle below when she talks about making me come. Can I be getting turned on by my beautiful captor?

“So who is hot fiesty chic really?” “She saw me in my wolf form while I was performing the sacred moon ritual,” I said. “That’s all you need to know.” Lucian scoffed. “You kidnapped her for that?” I didn’t look up. “You’d rather the Council got her?” He frowned. “They’ll come either way. You know the rules. Humans who see us—” “Don’t live.” I finished the sentence quietly. He tilted his head. “Then why is she still breathing?”

All I wanted was for Earl to touch me and claim me completely before he knows who I am and decides to stay far away. My heart started to palpitate, expecting and yearning for his touch. I knew I was soaking wet already but I hoped he would see that as an invitation to get done with it already. Instead, his fingers lingered on the spot that joined my thigh to my pussy and began to caress it. It was torture. Pure torture having him awaken this arousal and not even touch the exact spot I wanted him to touch. I arched my back and let my ass press against his hard member and muttered. "Please. I know we both want this."

JUST LOOK AT WHAT YOU DO TO ME, LOOK AT HOW HARD I AM FOR YOU BEING WITHOUT YOU FEELS LIKE DEATH TO ME, AFTER LAST NIGHT YOU'RE STILL SO TIGHT DAMN MY SWEET I WANT MORE OF YOU GIVE ME ALL OF YOU THALIA I STARTED TO SOB🥺🥺 I DONT KNOW HOW TO STOP HIM

A young man at the counter had just collected his coffee. “Thank you,” he said to the barista. Calm voice. Deep. Effortless. He sat down, headphones on, laptop open, completely focused. Nora leaned closer to Mary. “Why would someone be handsome and hot at the same time?” “Hot?” Mary frowned. “Who?” “Him.” Nora tilted her head slightly. Mary followed her gaze, then scoffed. “Nora… didn’t you just say your love life is sinking?” “And?” “And now you’ve already found your next problem.”

Then Tyler says, quietly but with absolute conviction: "She's been conditioned. That's what they do." "She wasn't, it didn't look like conditioning. It looked real." "It always looks real." He pulls a chair around and sits facing me, elbows on his knees. "Leo. That's the whole mechanism. It's not fake happiness they manufacture, it's real happiness they engineer. They create circumstances that make the captive feel genuinely safe, genuinely accepted, genuinely valued, and then that feeling becomes the evidence the captive uses to tell themselves they're not a captive." I want to argue with him. I sit with the impulse and let it pass.

Mustafa who is now with Zoe wants to live a new life again after going through hell in his marriage with Cassie but with the children they have standing in the way, how does he function properly as the husband to Zoe and as a father to the children he has with Cassie? Cassie is left to deal with the misery, trying to patch all of the broken pieces together after so much has been ruined. Would she ever get a renewal of love and life itself when there's unprecedented polyandry standing in the way? Aren't you excited for this??? Ooh la la! Until next time, see you in The Captor, sequel to The Captive! One more thing, you can read The Captive on GoodNovel now and you can also purchase it on Okad

My hands braced against the cold surface, my body completely at his mercy. His hand gripped my hip, his voice like gravel. “Should I stop?” My breath hitched. “What kind of question is that?” He exhaled a low chuckle. "I think I should." “No,” I grunted, voice trembling. “Please—” He chuckled darkly, boastfully. “Beg me.” My fingers curled against the wood. “Please, King. Let me be your captive. I didn’t mean to tease you. Punish me however you see fit—make me yours."

“Now, tell me. What do you need?” “You.” His jaw pulsed harder. “Make it clear, Katriona. What exactly do you want me to do for you?” I breathed heavily. “I want you to strip your clothes.” “What else?” “I want you on top of me. And I want you to make me cum.” “Fuck,” he growled. My desire was spilling and I had no way of stopping it. I didn’t want to fight it anymore. Like he said, this was a savage world. The more I fight our bond, the more I will only feel pain.

Clara was broken, mind blank and body on fire. Another orgasm splashed through her and she sobbed the words. “I accept it… I’m yours… breed me… keep me here forever…” Damon roared and came, flooding her womb with the biggest load yet. He stayed buried deep, grinding, making sure it stayed inside. Then he collapsed on top of her, cock still twitching in her ruined cunt. “Good girl,” he whispered, kissing her neck. “My perfect little captive. You’re never going back out there, this penthouse is your world and myy cock is your god and you shall serve it. ”