Captive Romance Novels & Stories

My heart raced so violently I thought it might burst. He leaned closer, his cologne, sharp, intoxicating, dangerous, filling my lungs. His voice dropped, low enough that only I could hear: “Run if you want. Scream if you like. But at the end of the day, dolcezza… you’ll still be mine.” And for the first time, staring into the merciless storm of his eyes, I realized, This wasn’t just a marriage. This was a prison. And I was already locked inside.

Eleven years of love, trauma, secrets, and passion culminating in this: me, tied up in the presidential suite of a luxury cruise ship, surrounded by the three men I love and fear most in the world. They’re not letting me go. Not until I surrender completely. Or until I break. Zion captures my mouth in a brutal, possessive kiss. The ship sails onward, taking me farther and farther from any chance of escape. I am, more than ever… Captive to them.

"How did you escape?" "Escape what, Imara?" "The werewolves!" she cried, her voice rising in pitch. "Leo said they held you captive. He said the Silvercrest had dragged you into their Spire to use you as a bargaining chip. He was frantic, Kira. He said they were monsters who dressed in silk but smelled like the grave." I felt Dante’s gaze on the back of my neck. I knew what he was thinking. Technically, he had taken me. Technically, I had been brought to the Spire against my will. But the word 'captive' felt like a garment that didn't fit anymore.

“Not a lot of risk of that. They don’t tell me any secrets anyway.” Calvin laughs and lifts the glass of whiskey, toasting me before taking a long sip. “This was too generous of you, donna. I thank you, though. This is…the nicest captivity of my life.” “Thank you!” I say, quite perky, kind of having fun. “We’d appreciate it if you left us five stars on Yelp. Really helps with our reputation.” Calvin laughs at that and we chat for a little bit, mostly picking out a show for him to watch. Nothing too violent, but also nothing too dull. We eventually land on a rather mindless drama with a lot of romantic tension and three seasons that he couldn’t complete if he tried.

Rena closes her eyes, feeling every touch from Bastian that is so soft. They both dissolve into every touch and warmth that they can both feel. ***

His eyes were burning with desire. "I fell in love with you in a way that no one will ever understand. That is how deep it is, that is how intense it is. Even though I know that I am going to lose, nothing has changed. Still you... still you, baby," he whispered very softly as he brushed his lips along the curve of my jaw. My lips fell apart as the hair on my nape rose up. "Nabrel..." I whispered mindlessly. He cursed softly. "We can't do that here, baby. The boat might tilt."

He whispered rubbing his length between my folds and then he lifted himself a bit teasing my entrance slowly with the head of his cock. I moaned slowly as he rubbed in circular motions teasing slowly, "That feels good." "I knew it would." He kissed at the mark again, "Read it in those naughty romance books you sneak to read at the library, dirty girl." "They are in your library." I smiled up at him and he returned it with his eyes shining with adoration and I saw his hair getting wetter indicating that the rain was coming harder than before, it was drizzling very well now. "Bite onto me when you are in pain."

"I'm coming, baby." She looked up at him eagerly, her blond hair darkened by the shower stream and clinging to her beautiful, curvy body. He wanted nothing more than to come all over her, putting his mark on her in a barbaric display. She opened her mouth wide as semen shot from the end of his dark engorged cock. The first pump landed across her lips and tongue, the second and third hitting her gorgeous breasts.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

I was his slave and he is my captor in this passionate romance. "Fuck, Aria. Your cunt is so tight and wet. It squeezes my cock so tight and well." Adrian bent down and bit my ear playfully as I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. I came without warning, I shattered unexpectedly, my eyes bringing out more tears from the intense feeling. I rolled my tongue on Adrian's parted lips as I rode out my orgasm. Adrian groaned. "You like that, don't you? You like it when I fuck you restlessly."