Captivation Want Nothing But You Novels & Stories

How cute, Cakeu. All I want to be, yeah all I ever want to be, yeah, yeah Is somebody to you All I want to be, yeah all I ever want to be, yeah, yeah Is somebody to you Everybody's tryna be a billionaire But every time I look at you I just don't care 'Cause all I want to be, yeah all I ever want to be, yeah, yeah Is somebody to you "Yeah you!" Oh, god! Don't tell me right from the start, it was all his plan? From the system 'breakdown' and the silence of everyone and everything... it was his plan? Am I right? It is!

he said again, the way his eyes pleaded made me angry, I wanted to be far away from this madman who would threaten to defile a captive woman, yet a small part of me wanted to see, the kind of lover Silvio is, what are these vile things I've heard about. “Your eyes, when I see them, my dick gets hard in a split second, I just want to spread you on this bed and eat you the way a little child handles a lollipop.” I almost bit my lip until I remembered he had me captive and im waiting for my resurrected husband to come save me.

I worked my ass off before gathering all these assets and I don't like to wake up one day and find out that someone has ruined it. She wants to be drilled like a whore every day and night, right? Then I will give her what she wants. I will get her, turn her into one of my sex slaves, and torture her till my heart contents. I will show her who is the boss here. The door beeped and I needed no one to tell me it was one of my men. I guessed right. Zico walked in with a brown paper, and I cleared my throat, ready to hear the information that I demanded.

A Game of Desire and Ambition in the Shadows of Power . With a swift, fluid movement, she rolled him onto his back, straddling his hips. She leaned down, a dark, silken curtain of hair shielding them from the world, and offered herself with a sudden, aggressive generosity that was utterly devoid of reserve. It was an explicit, potent challenge to quell his lust for the elusive Savita with the overwhelming, immediate reality of her own flesh. Choose me, her body demanded in the silent language of passion. Forget the fantasy. I am the answer. Her desperate, professional offer was a final, intoxicating drug, designed to flood his system and drown the very thought of the other woman. Lloyd, mome

“I want that.” Adrian’s grip on my ass tightened slightly, his thumbs spreading me even wider as he stared at my dripping entrance. “Say it like you want it so bad, baby,” he demanded, his tone commanding and filled with lust. “Let me hear how desperate you are.” The pressure inside me built until I couldn’t hold back anymore. “I want you, baby!” I screamed, my voice breaking with raw need. “I want you inside me so fucking bad!”

He plunged all the way inside and I heard his roar, guttural and full of pent-up longing. I also heard the husky sound of his voice, but the words he whispered merely floated away. The chemistry between us was so unexpected, the wildfire of need damning. He was the devil, my captor. There could never be anything more. But I knew what he wanted. All of me. Including my heart.

“Don’t you dare hold back on me. I want you to give it all to me. All of it. Show me how bad you want it. Show me how happy you are to be here with me.” He shoves his fingers in deep like a hook and hits that button again, again, again, while I stare into his eyes, shaking, twitching, begging. “Is that the hardest you can come? You can do better than that right? Yes, you can. Give it to me, I fucking want it. Show me how badly you want me. Show me what you’ll do to please me. Fucking come.” That hits the bullseye. My belly contracts to a single point, then explodes. This isn’t a climax but it’s a detonation, blasting through my pussy like I might have ripped something. It ricochets through m

"Because you and I know how badly you want to get into the institute. So it's just like a trade, I give you the chance of entering the institute and in return you be my Fiancée. It's not hard, it's just a fifteen days act." He said and I sighed thinking about it. "Why me?" I asked. "What?" He asked. "Why did you choose me? I wasn't the only one rejected and disgraced. Why did you pick me?" I asked and he sighed standing up. "You are exactly the type of woman my stepmother wants." He said looking at me. "She wants a failure for you?" I asked and he shook his head. "She wants a woman that is willing to do anything to get to that place she wants to be. A woman

"I did once in my life, yes. And what I need from you, want from you, I'm not sure you'd be willing to give me in exchange for a text to your mother." "What do you want?' I whispered into the air between us. It sizzled and crackled like frying bacon, until he turned and his gaze dropped to my mouth. "You show William where you saw the boy," he said, turning to face me. "And I want a kiss." I pressed my lips together, my hand voluntarily palmed the desk in front of me for support. I couldn’t deny the sexual attraction I had toward my capturer. Kissing him wouldn't help me in anyway, especially if I wanted to get out of here.

I’m not even sure what I’m begging for right now. There is something seriously wrong with me. "Admit it." He orders, still holding my hair away from his hot, long, hard, wet cock. "I.... What?" "Admit you want to suck my cock and drink my cum..." He demands, making sure our gazes are locked. Oh fuck it. "Fine. I want your cock." I whisper holding his gaze. “That’s such a good little captive,” he praises. “I knew you and I could come to an understanding.”