Novel & Cerita Dark Captive Romance Books

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.

He thought about the rewards that awaited him, not just for locating the crystal, but finally enslaving the famous enchantress. When Dominic first met up with Tara in the grove, he had to stifle the emotions that threatened to surface and ruin everything. He hadn’t expected seeing her would heighten the flame of his desire for revenge and to force her to do his bidding for eternity. “You’ll soon be bound to me for eternity, my love,” Dominic whispered as he slowly unbuttoned her camp shirt. “You lose. That pest you call brother loses and that old woman downstairs... well, let’s just say things are going to change around here, shall we?”

Chapter 48: Whispers in the Dark Alexander’s POV My heart slammed against my ribs. Cassandra was beneath me on the bed, naked, oiled skin glowing, her pussy still clenching around my cock from her last orgasm. My fresh cum was leaking out of her, dripping down her thighs onto the sheets. We were both breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and oil. I covered her mouth gently with my hand, eyes locked on hers in silent warning. She nodded, wide-eyed but still aroused, her walls fluttering around me.

Also do check out my other books, all are COMPLETED: First Sokolov Brothers book: Bride To Be; My Boss Is My Tormentor; CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captîve Romance; His Broken Princess; His Steel Princess.

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Kathy's Pov(Fucked And Watched) My heart nearly exploded when I realized it was Mr. Cole leaning over me in the dark. His hand was still clamped firmly over my mouth, warm and strong, keeping me completely quiet. Amelia was sleeping right next to us on the big bed, breathing slow and steady, completely unaware. I stared up at him with wide eyes, my body frozen in shock and sudden, shameful excitement. He put a finger to his lips with his free hand, giving me that dark, commanding look I remembered too well from his BDSM room.

my wolf growled inside me again, louder, demanding. Damien froze mid-thrust then slammed in deeper, like he’d heard it too. His eyes flashed gold, glowing in the dark room. “Fuck, mate?” he rasped, voice breaking with shock and hunger. “Is that what you are? My fucking mate?” He flipped me over in one brutal move, my back hitting the boxes, legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust back in, deeper, harder, his knot already swelling at the base. His mouth crashed down on mine, teeth clashing, tongue invading like he was claiming every inch of me. I kissed back desperately, nails raking down his back, drawing blood that only made him fuck me wilder.

His breath was fire against my skin. Damian’s body pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruising, his movements relentless. His scent clouded my senses, flooding my lungs, drowning me in him. His lips crushed mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, claiming every gasp, every moan, every last shred of resistance I had left. I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, nails raking against his burning skin. His body was a furnace, hard and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the silk sheets.

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th