Captivation Want Nothing But You Novels & Stories

One hand gripped the back of his neck, the other seized his jaw, holding him still as I locked my gaze with his, unflinching. "I want you, Damien Black." The words spilled from my lips like a vow. "All of you. The pros, the cons. The intolerable attitude, the dominant bastard that you are. The cold, brutal man who doesn’t pretend to be anything he’s not. And yes—" I dragged my nails through his hair, feeling the sharp exhale against my lips, "—the thick, long cock that comes with the package. I want it all. So humbly—shut up and fuck me."

“N-Nik…” I don't understand. Why does it look like he's so in love with me? The last time I checked, I was the one madly in love with him. He advanced to me once, his eyes were brooding, ready for the war. “Now, tell me. How can I possibly crave for your body and heart if I only wanted a good fck? There are other willing women, but my cravings for you were undefeatable. My thirst won't be quenched by just anyone. It has to be the most forbidden woman in this world. It has to be you, Blakely. You.”

“Sweeter than anything I’ve ever conquered. I could spend an eternity right here, keeping you pinned to these sheets until you forget your own name.” When his tongue finally found me, I lost the ability to think. He wasn’t gentle; he was hungry. “Divine,” he growled against my heat. “You’re so wet for me, Mira. So ready to be claimed. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me this is where you belong.” I couldn’t speak. I gripped the sheets, my knuckles white, feeling like a traitor to my mates for letting my captor pleasure me. But my captor was also my mate, and I could not resist the bond. My body ached for him, burned for him.

Locking me away in that godforsaken private beach house, ripping years from me, branding me as nothing more than his captive… And now? Now my body belongs to him. I can’t even touch myself without his permission. I can’t cum unless he decides I can. He humiliates me, depraves me, reduces me to an object… And still I burn for the smallest scraps of his attention. What kind of woman craves her captor’s kiss? The sob ripped out of me before I could choke it down. I slammed my fist against the desk, hating myself more with every tear that fell.

Pleasure coiled tight and vicious inside me, building faster than I could fight. I tried to hold back, but a desperate moan slipped out. My hips rocked against his hand, chasing the wicked rhythm he set. The collar shifted against my throat with every gasp, a constant reminder of my captivity. “Come for me, little dove,” Luciano whispered, his voice dark velvet. “Let your captor feel how beautifully you break.” I shattered.

This mute call. This desire to finally be torn from the lukewarm and false light of everyday life. I no longer want him to look at me as a woman. I want him to take me as a possession. A need. A dependency. I want to become his vice. His weakness. His favorite burn. And in this void… I finally feel whole.

This is so exciting. We were thrown in what I assume is a van. ‘Justin didn’t want to make our relationship public yet; he wants me to be a model at his agency. He doesn’t want the over models to be jealous of me.’ He doesn’t know this, but I don’t care love him. I’ve been pretending. He thinks anyone would believe the shit he sells? Like I said I knew he was a bastard. I’ve seen the shit he put his last girlfriend through. Like I said this is exciting. Will he pay? Or will he be a bastard and sell me to the kidnappers?

It first time that I am happy and satisfied with the things which happen in my life. He stared at me with a confused face. Squeezing my hands in his he tried to speak but stopped when I showed him my palm before anything. " Did you recall something from this? The time when I was your captive I have begged you the same as your current situation. Did you hear my begging that time? No! Then I wouldn't. See Mr Fucking Wright table is turned, now I am the one who has more power than you " I told him holding my tears back so as not to break into tears.

I also want to do something that I really love. “Mother is nagging me again to find a dominant alpha,” I murmured. My friend, who was busy writing things on her laptop lifted her head at me, “why? Don’t you want to?” I looked at her and nodded. What do you want me to say? “Why not? I mean every omega dreams of a rich, young, and handsome alpha.” She said with her eyes on the screen. “Just bear with it." I rolled my eyes, I don’t agree with her at all. She chuckled when she saw how my face changed as those words left her lips. Scarlette stand up to switch sit while I just focused on the things on my laptop.

"Don't worry about it, we have staff. All you have to do is give the final say. All the money earned from the club will be yours, not mine, so you will have some sort of independence." "Says the man to his captive," I rolled my eyes, "I don't want you giving me things... Especially not an entire business!" He sighed, "Gattina, please. I want to show you how much you mean to me, how sorry I am for being... me. I don't know how else to do that yet, so please accept this." I looked back down at the papers, "I'll think about it." "Good. Now, would you like to go out for breakfast?"