Captive Romance Novels & Stories

Here are a few things to put you at ease (mainly confusions and insights). Moreover, the beginning chapters are longer to keep you hooked and to let you decide easily. • Insights: 1) This is a mafia, billionaire romance. But definitely the author is not playing with cliche of abducting and falling in love with the kidnapper. 2) There is no Stockholm syndrome or rape at all, personally I don't like writing it. The female protagonist won't be forced to do anything.

a few more hours passed slowly as the guest left and went home to his own hotel so kiro and I also left to go to our hotel ************ When we entered, Kiro immediately locked the door and he immediately approached and pulled me. he kissed me passionately and he helped me to undress my gown, his lips dropped to my breast and he gently sucked my breast like a child, when he finished there he immediately carried me to the bed and he separated my leg and he kissed me on my vagina like there's no tomorrow, when he stop kissing my vagina he inserted his tongue on my vagina and he twisted his tongue around it. "Ohhhh" I moaned

Very Much. He promptly captured her lips in his and they both kissed fervently, filling the entire Church with whistles,Claps and laughs. ◍◍◍◍ After dinner with everyone, they both departed for the place that Damien had prepared for them the day before. She was seated next to him in the front seat, smiling at him as he drove. He went out first and unlocked the entrance to her side in the hotel's Private Garage, which was Rafeal's but he bought the Penthouse, he took her hand and let her stand outside.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

Clara was broken, mind blank and body on fire. Another orgasm splashed through her and she sobbed the words. “I accept it… I’m yours… breed me… keep me here forever…” Damon roared and came, flooding her womb with the biggest load yet. He stayed buried deep, grinding, making sure it stayed inside. Then he collapsed on top of her, cock still twitching in her ruined cunt. “Good girl,” he whispered, kissing her neck. “My perfect little captive. You’re never going back out there, this penthouse is your world and myy cock is your god and you shall serve it. ”

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

"Just because you did these things for my mom doesn't mean I agree to the wedding." "There we go again." He said standing up and started moving closer to me. "You are mine, Linxara. You are mine till our contract ends. You are my concern up till the contract duration elapses." He stated and wrapped his hands around my waist. Just as the door opened, he slammed his lips on mine instantly. Kissing me like his life depended on it. "Oh, Jesus Christ! You guys should have locked the door." Kayla screamed and ran out of our room. Kayla is Paxton's cousin.

That’s what I told myself. Then the front door opened. “Ah, so this is where the big bad wolf hides.” The voice was smooth and mocking. A man stepped in—tall, rough, with a grin that said trouble. He looked like Damien but with chaos in his eyes. “Lucian,” Damien said, low. “Elara” Behind him came a woman also tall, elegant, with dark hair. She said nothing, but her eyes locked on me instantly. The judgy looks were obvious.

His tongue invades my mouth, and I melt against him, my body singing under his touch. The bond between us roars to life, an inferno of need, and I feel him, his desire, his fury, his terrifying, all-consuming love. Then A hand fists in my hair. Dominic wrenches me back, breaking the kiss. Adrian snarls, but Dominic ignores him, his gaze locked onto mine. He whispers in my ear "You don’t just belong to him, little wolf." His free hand slides down my chest, his fingers brushing the lightning mark. The contact sends a jolt through me, my nipples tightening painfully. "You belong to me too."

He lifted me effortlessly and sat me on the edge of the table, stepping between my legs to claim my lips once more. The heat of the moment was overwhelming; my knees felt like water. His hands roamed my body, touching me roughly and possessively with an urgent need that I craved. My body betrayed my mind, responding to him instantly. I couldn’t hold back my moans or control my arousal; I was already soaking wet. He was my captor. He had destroyed my life and torn me away from everyone I held dear. I was supposed to hate him, yet touching him felt more right than anything ever had. He was my mate, and the bond was humming, screaming to be completed.