Dark Erotic Books Where Heroine Is Kidnapped Novels & Stories

I had lost that right years ago after he became my Alpha. “Then moan! Show how slutty you are! Show how you love my dick and yearn more!” he screams, pounding harder. I try to moan despite crying, which is very difficult as my body still hasn't recovered from yesterday’s ordeal. Not to mention my lower is profusely bleeding from the countless times he used me. I couldn’t even tell if I was really moaning or if it was just another strangled cry. Finally, the torment ends as Javier releases his fluid inside me. He yanks my hair and forces the special herbal concoction into my mouth, preventing me from being pregnant as he doesn’t want me to bear his child again.

The following books are for mature audiences with dark themes and Anti-heroes that you'll hate but end up loving them. These books contain intense sèxual themes and can/may have non/con, dubious consent. These are dark books. All these books are COMPLETED. 1. CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTÎVE ROMANCE ____ Blurb ____ ERICA Kidnapped. Sold. Caged. I should’ve known. But with the monster I was familiar with locked in a mental asylum I stopped looking over my shoulder. And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment.

He said defensively, "Look, I know the way he kidnapped you was..." I cut him off mid-sentence and rushed out in a single breath, "Not only that. Even now, he wants to control my life in a very domineering way. He has taken away all my freedom. Just because of him, I feel so suffocated all the time. And I hate the fact that he is my fated mate and my mind continuously opposes me when it comes to hating him. It feels like I'm fighting a battle with my own self. After what he has done, I should hate him with every fiber in my body and that’s what I believe that I do but whenever he comes closer to me, my body starts reacting in this weird way that I can’t help but question my sanity and my mor

And once the line is crossed, there will be no turning back. But Gracie’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation. Enjoy reading.. *************

His dark nature stirred beneath the surface, a predator barely restrained. "Then burn me," Evanora replied, her voice a sultry challenge. His resolve shattered. With a guttural sound, he pulled her against him, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both tender and wild. She melted into him, her hands sliding up his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt as if he were her lifeline. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring hers with a dominance that made her knees weak. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward the bed as if she weighed nothing. The air around them crackled with an unearthly energy, his dark essence intertwining with her very being.

I used the one tool I had to lure her here: her curiosity and that damn serial killer discussion group I infiltrated. I leaned in close to her and whispered, “There’s no escape. Once we’re alone, you’re mine.” * * * Her scream came out as a hiss of air, and I couldn’t resist adding to her suffering. To see the arrogance in her eyes, for all the times she laughed and put me down, to be outweighed by the power I now held over her. “Relax. This is your secret fantasy... a kidnapping Jeffery Dahmer style.” The effect I had wanted showed in the widening of her eyes, but she slumped down in the seat, unable to get her arms and legs to work. Payback was bliss.

She kept staring at herself, comforting herself but her body still remembered. Her lips. Her neck. Her thighs. Everything still burned. And Lucas? damn him, he was still in her head. Clarissa dragged herself to the bed after a while, her limbs heavy like wet clothes. She didn't lie down right away, she sat at the edge of the mattress. She reached under her pillow and pulled out the book. 'Her Erotic Fantasy'. It was hidden behind some thick textbooks and She didn't even think twice before stealing it from the Library. Something about it had called to her and drew her curiosity.

I gagged slightly when he went deeper, but I wrapped my tongue around him, sucking harder. He groaned and pulled me back onto the bed, plunging into me again without warning. The sudden stretch made me cry out. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat earlier, and now it hit deep inside me, making my body shake. I could feel myself getting close, my thighs trembling, he lifted my face and released into my mouth, it dripped down my lips as I swallowed shakily. “I came to rob you,” he whispered into my ear, biting the tip gently, “but I found something more interesting.” He removed the handcuffs, and I felt the cold metal leave my wrists. My body ached pleasantly, i quickly pulled off the

Restrain yourself, asshole. I flopped down on the couch, my eyes heavy with sleep, and started to drift off. But barely ten minutes later, I heard a loud noise from upstairs, like something had fallen. My heart racing, I quickly jumped up and rushed up the stairs. “Chloe?” I called softly, pushing the door open. She was sitting up, rubbing her eyes, and the blanket I had put on her had slipped down to her waist. The room was dimly lit, but I noticed something on the floor. It looked like a book. I bent down to pick it up and felt something else smooth and cylindrical under my hand. When I lifted it, I felt my mind go blank. A dildo. Vibrant purple, with realistic veins. Shit.

he growled against her mouth. “All this time playing innocent and your cunt is begging to be ruined.” He shoved her panties aside and plunged two thick fingers inside her without warning. Lia cried out, legs buckling. The stretch burned, but the pleasure was immediate and overwhelming. He curled his fingers, stroking that sensitive spot inside her while his thumb found her swollen clit. “Oh god—Ethan—” “That’s right. Say my name while I finger-fuck this virgin pussy.” He pumped harder, adding a third finger, stretching her. Lia’s books clattered to the floor. Her hips rocked shamelessly against his hand, chasing the building pressure.