Captive Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I moaned, unable to stop it. “Look at you,” he said, his voice was low. “All shy and trembling. But you’re not a nun yet.” He leaned closer, his breath was warm on my cheek. “Let’s make sure you never want to be.” Then his voice dropped into a growl. “You’re my filthy little angel tonight. So go ahead… confess your sins to Daddy.” --- TO BE CONTINUED… --- Author's Note: Hey everyone, thanks for checking out my story! I've been so excited to share Mirabel's journey with you all. I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write.

“I'm not gay okay, I love women of all kinds so why in the world would you ask me to seduce a man?” “Because it's the only way you'll ever leave this house, unless you're better off as a puppet than the owner of the city's biggest bank.” "You are telling me," I said slowly, "to seduce my captor in order to escape my captivity?" "I'm telling you it's the only door in this house that isn't locked." Across the gym, Lorenzo turned. His eyes went directly to me, like he always knew exactly where I was in whatever space he occupied, and I felt that look arrive somewhere in my chest with a thud I had absolutely no language for and no intention of examining.

I open to the first page, and the handwriting makes my heart stop. It's mine. My handwriting. My words. January 15th. I married Damien Cross yesterday on New Year's Eve. Everyone says I'm the luckiest woman in the world. So why do I feel like I just made the worst mistake of my life? I sink to the floor, the journal clutched in my hands, and start reading. The early entries are conflicted, showing a woman who loved a man but feared him in equal measure. Ava, the woman I was, wrote about Damien's charm and his coldness, his generosity and his control. She wrote about feeling trapped even in the early days of their marriage, about wondering if the man she fell in love with ever really existed.

“And just like that, I wasn’t the girl who danced on stages anymore. I wasn’t the pawn, or the contract, or the captive. I was Lena. A wife. A mother. A woman who chose love, even in the ashes of war. We began with ink on paper…a contract that should have ruined me. But here we stand, bound not by signatures, but by love. No chains. No conditions. Just us.” THE END!! Or is it?

The sounds of sizzling filled the air, the scent of butter and spice warming the room. When she plated the food, she sat at the long counter and ate slowly, the silence somehow comforting. "Not bad for midnight cooking," she said to herself with a small smile. After cleaning up, she wandered back to her room, full and a little more relaxed. She picked up the book she’d been reading, one she found tucked on a high shelf in the mansion's library. It was a romance. The kind with soft words, stolen kisses, and a girl who finally found her forever.

“‘I want him to take control. I want him to rip this stupid sweater off me. I can practically feel his hands gripping my thighs, bruising my skin, pushing his huge dick inside my tight and wet aching pussy while he whispers my name…’” Jasper actually choked on his own spit and Silas slowly lowered his glass of scotch, his icy silver eyes suddenly locked entirely onto the little book in my hands. “‘I touch myself thinking about him,’” I continued, thoroughly enjoying the complete shock radiating from my brothers. “‘Thinking about his mouth on mine so hard and demanding. I want him to ruin and ravage my pussy. I want Elijah to absolutely ruin me.’” I snapped the book shut, completely losing my

Chapter 34: Daylight Surrender Cassandra’s POV We stayed connected for a long time, kissing softly, hands roaming each other’s bodies. The morning had turned into afternoon, but neither of us wanted to leave the bed. In his arms, with his cum still warm inside me, the outside world and all its complications felt far away.

with that,I walked out of my chamber, heading to the slaves room. .. .. “Arise Lady Katherine arrives” father exclaimed as the captives stood up, looking, bowing slightly. I walked majestically to the Royal seats and took my place as the door opened again, revealing king Damien in his beautifully adorned Royal garment. I can’t help but fall in love with him each day…… he’s got what I want in a man and am going to pursue until he’s mine. .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. I took my seat and looked around,I didn’t want to waste time here because Alexa didn’t look well before I left her chamber.

“Fuck, Penelope, baby. You’re so tight and sweet. Tell me who you belong to, baby. I’ve gotta cum in you again. I need you to tell ame who owns this pussy.” “You do, Alpha You own me.” Another hungry escaped my throat. I lean down, sucking a fat nipple into my mouth, tasting her cunt juice all over it. I moan around it and thrust hard, bottoming out against her cervix. Her unprotected pussy is sucking up my cum, begging to be bred. The thought nearly has me going off. If I get her pregnant, there is no way she wouldn't be mine. There's no way I wouldn't be the most happy man alive.

"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.