Captive Romance Novels & Stories

“Cum for me.” My climax washed over me in waves, my body arching as I gripped his hand like an anchor. He slammed into me nonstop until, with a guttural roar, he buried himself deep one final time and spilled into me, holding me close as our trembling bodies fused, lost in the same storm of passion.

Walking away from her after saving her from the creep at the bar… Because I knew that no good could come out of me intruding in her life. I was Lorenzo Salvatore. The thirty-two year old Capo of the Italian fucking Mafia. And tonight… I let my guard down. I allowed a woman who I never met before, to possess me, rock my world in ways that I never imagined before. She was so different from other women. So different to what I’d had before. I was just about to leave the club with my friend Ricky, but when I walked past the staircase, I’d heard screaming. And it was no mistaking that they were Amber’s screams.

I can see him kneel down on the floor and opened my legs wider. "W-wait.." i said, trying to get up and stop him from opening my legs. It is just too embarrassing. He grab my thighs and keep my legs wide open. "Stay like this or i swear i will tie you to the bed in this position." I know that he was serious with his words. Then he kissed my knees, then traveled even closer to my entrance. Then he licked my entrance and entered his tongue inside of me. I place one of my hand to his hair and moaning his name loudly. Then he stood and i feel something is missing. I want him. I want him now. I want him bad.

Three years of her life had just been bought off in less than thirty seconds, and her boyfriend hadn't even hesitated to abandon her for a piece of paper. "I told you he didn't deserve you," Roman murmured, his voice a low, dark purr against her neck. He didn't give her time to process the abandonment. The moment Liam left, the atmosphere in the sitting room turned completely steamy and heavy. Roman's hands instantly moved back up her thighs, tearing her underwear to the side with a fierce, impatient rip. He lifted her slightly, adjusting her placement on his lap, and guided his thick, rigid length straight into her slick warmth in one deep, sudden thrust.

As I moved towards the master bedroom, I could hear the sounds of pleasure and ecstasy slipping through the gap of the door. Looking thrоugh the little gap by the dооr, I saw my fiancée on all fours with her ass in the air, getting fucked dоggiе style bу Ellen, who had on a strap-on dildo. Selena's hands were tied and hooked up to the poles by the head of the bed. Mу fiancee has a small fetish about being tired and rendered immobile or rеѕtrаinеd. Once ѕhе iѕ, she's willing to go along with anything you want. She really gets turned on by it.

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Trent flushed with anger, unable to speak. Jaycee wailed loudly, "Eugene, do you know what you're doing? You're being irresponsible with your future!" Eugene lowered his head to avoid his mother's gaze, muttering, "But I really love Megan, and I don't want a long-distance relationship with her." Eugene's words only fueled Trent's rage further. He frantically tugged at Eugene's clothes, shouting, "You don't know shit about love! You're ruining your future for a woman! Eugene, you let us down."

When had her life stopped belonging to her? Dimitri walked to his study on the second floor. He sat in his leather chair and poured himself a beer. He lit a cigarette and puffed out smoke, watching the wisps disappear into the air. He unbuttoned three buttons of his shirt as he threw his coat onto the desk. He was visibly angry. He needed something to vent his anger on. He made a call. "Come to me immediately," he commanded. What was that captive girl doing to him? Who dared touch what was his? He took another long drag from his cigarette and ruffled his hair in frustration.

I've come to realize that the more time I spend around Javier, whether alone or in the midst of company, my little brain gets fogged up and sends the wrong signal to… my heart. It even feels off saying it and I know why. It's because I shouldn't feel this way towards my captor. Yes he's impossibly attractive and what I think a man should be like but that's just about it. I don't even know him well enough like that.

The kiss was gentle but filled with a promise—of something real, something neither of them could deny anymore. Her hands found his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, matching the rhythm of her own. In that quiet room, with the world outside fading away, they let themselves be lost—if only for a little while. Rylan deepened the kiss, his hands sliding down to gently hold her waist, pulling her closer. Alyssa’s breath hitched as a warmth spread through her chest, chasing away the lingering shadows of doubt and pain. For a moment, nothing else existed—no past betrayals, no family drama—just the steady beat of two hearts finding solace in each other.