Captive Romance の小説・ストーリー

“But you can’t run away like you did this morning! You’re lucky I found you in this situation, if otherwise, I would have—“ He stopped then smirked before leaning down, his mouth close to her ear and his breaths making her ear go numb. “…kidnap you to a secret home, bond and cage you then cut off your wings allowing you not to see anyone again, then you will only be mine alone.” Gatty's body was trembling real bad this time, from his voice she knew he would really do it. Dean has always been known for being possessive and dominant, he wouldn’t let anyone touch what is his including his business and everything, he is feared by many and was called the crazy being. His voice was low and hoarse,

“But another part… only wants to keep you safe. To build something with you away from all this blood.” Adrian pressed closer, feeling the steady beat of Luca’s heart. “We will figure it out. Together.” Luca kissed him deeply, slowly, as the first light of dawn crept through the shutters. The captivity had ended. But a much larger war had just begun. End of Part One

I opened my eyes to see kashvi trying to pull her hands away from under my face. I moved in a proper sitting position. she caressed her hands which maybe now numb due to being under pressure under my head's weight. " Sorry " I apologized to her While trying to hold her hand but she slapped it. " Sorry for what? for kidnapping me or for making me your hostage, or for forcefully marrying me, or for raping me, or making me fell in my eyes. Please I don't want to be with you. I want to go to my home. please let me go! " She yelled at me in pure disgust and fury.

Celine nods and hugs her grandfather, “Hi there, Little Jewel. I’m sorry I was absent for so long.” “I never blamed you; she never deserved you.” He sighs and rests his head on hers. She sniffs deeply, then stands up straight, “Grandfather, may I present my Mate, King Alpha of the Wolves of France, George de Laurant.” George smiles and the men shake hands, “His Beta, Nate and his Mate Lara.” They bow their heads, “Fi is around here somewhere, she’s George’s Gamma, she has purple hair.” He smirks, “And this is her Mate, Sammy.” Sammy bows,

My insides curled with excitement as I imagined being free if I went through those trees. I groaned loudly, slumping with my back on the bed, gaze glued to the ceiling. I looked at it as Valiente slowly occupied my mind again. Then I remembered this morning at breakfast. A frown formed on my face as I remembered the elegant guest he had over. Marisela. Was she truly his wife? Why then did she seem comfortable seeing me with her husband? Does she not know I was his captive? But then again, maybe she knows and is as twisted as he is. Maybe it was her idea to keep me here. For her fetish fantasies.

I ran the tip of my tongue over the cap, Valentine drove his hands into my hair and squirmed, “Do it daredevil." I gave a triumphant smile and gently took time to explore him. His fingers pressed deeply into my hair with every lock and bite. He held my hair and pulled my head backwards. He drove into me quickly and with mighty speed. He didn't let me catch my breath even for a minute and I loved it. He was fast and I was quick to match his energy. The door clicked at the moment when he rose up and he slammed me against the couch and drove into me from behind.

“You were built for this. You were built for me. You spent your whole life pretending to be something you’re not—strong, independent, safe. But here, in this room, under me... you’re the only version of yourself that matters.” He stood up, shedding the robe in one fluid motion. He was magnificent, a god of bronze and ink, and the sight of him made the “liquid heat” return to my gut with a vengeance. I looked at him, and for the first time, I didn’t see a captor. I saw the only person who truly owned me. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I touched the scar on his ribs. I was shaking, my breath coming in short, jagged pulls.

Luna’s POV It’s been two hours since Roman left, Carrie decided to come up to the penthouse and spend the night here. She is like a love sick puppy, every conversation involves Santos. I don’t happen to mind to be honest, she is keeping me occupied and taking my mind off Roman. I can’t believe how much I miss him already. Maybe I’m the love sick puppy.

“He only kisses me when he’s drunk. Otherwise, I’m just a shadow to him.” The words punched me in the gut. It was like reading my own thoughts. Page after page was filled with confessions. Pain. Craving. Punishment. There was obsession written between every line, both hers and his. And it was Caelum. She called him C. It was always C. I read until my eyes burned. Until my legs went numb. Until I felt like I knew her—or maybe I was her. Reborn. Replaced. What the hell happened to her?

He threw his jacket on the chair and called Antonio. “Where are you? Some people dare to make love in my office! Quickly clean up this mess!” He then terminated the phone call without waiting for an answer. “Do you also... frequently do that with your captive women in this place?” Poppy unconsciously expressed the contents of her mind. “My captive woman is only one,” Robin stated flatly as he sat down and turned on his computer. “Sit down. Don't stare at me all the time.” Poppy gave a faint smile, realizing that the captive girl Robin was referring to was herself. “Well. So, do I need to practice shooting now? Let's just cancel it.”