Dark Kidnapping Romance Books Novels & Stories

She stood there, a captivating figure, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, framing a face that radiated a mix of innocence and fierce spirit. A chill ran down my spine when our eyes met, and I felt something shift in the air between us, a connection that was both thrilling and terrifying. I had been watching her for a while, lurking in the shadows, hidden from view. Each stolen glance felt like a secret, a silent understanding that drew me closer to her. I knew about her life—the struggles she faced, the burden of her father's debts—and it intrigued me. She was trapped in a world that wanted to cage her, but I saw the fire within her, the strength that made her different.

ISAAC Katya thinks she's so clever. She wore black down the aisle, convinced it would rattle me, invite gasps, sidelong glances, maybe even a muttered curse. It works, though not for the reason she expects. The instant I caught sight of her, lips painted blood-red, eyes blazing, that sinful dress skimming her perfectly shaped body, I know I could stare at her forever. She's absolutely breathtaking, and more than that, she's mine. In a few minutes she'll belong to me for the rest of our lives. I plan to see her in and, better yet, outof a thousand scandalous dresses.

"Yes, I'm your good girl, I'm your sweetheart... please..." He reaches between us. Works my clit. Drives in hard. And takes me apart completely. I cum with his name in my throat and my nails in his back and my whole body shaking and he drives through every second of it and follows me over the edge with his face pressed into my hair and my name in his mouth and both of us wrecked together in his dark bedroom on the nineteenth floor while the city glitters below and neither of us is thinking about meetings or glass walls or three weeks of professional distance.

I cut him off. The words came out sharp and direct. I wasn't interested in preambles. I wasn't interested in carefully constructed sentences. I wanted a straight answer and I wanted it now. Eric looked at me for a moment. Then he nodded, like he had expected exactly that. "My name is Eric Carrington," he began, his voice dropping slightly, taking on a different weight entirely. "I run one of the largest criminal syndicates in this country. I control a network of underground operations across the city—the casinos, the clubs, the trafficking of weapons, territories, everything that moves in the dark in this city moves because I allow it to.”

Damian groaned low in his throat, his large hands gripping her waist before sliding lower, his fingers digging into the plush swell of her ass. He pulled her flush against him, his erection pressing against her through the thin fabric of her lingerie. She gasped, grinding against him, her nails dragging down his chest as he dipped his head and latched onto the exposed skin of her neck. “Damian,” she breathed, arching as his mouth traveled lower. His other hand slid up, slipping beneath the delicate silk, his fingers skimming the bare heat between her thighs. A slow, teasing stroke. Serena whimpered. —

Her collarbone was exposed and my mouth watered as a sinful image of just how people she would look with my hickeys littered across her neck flashed in my mind. I felt a deep need to possess her and my thoughts were cut short as my eyes trailed down to her lap. I felt myself losing control as I drank in the sight of her delicious thigh. It was tempting, inviting, and within reach, as it glistened under the white light of the car. I took a sharp breath as I tried to keep my composure, but no matter how hard I tried she unraveled me with nothing more than her presence. Our eyes met and for a moment the world around us faded into nothing. My breath hitched, caught somewhere between awe and some

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.

****Dirty Secrets is gradually coming to an end. We have two more chapters to go **** Xavier Mary or whatever her name is is a variable I did not see coming. She walked in at the right time and saved me some time. Staring at her, I tried to figure out if this is just a charade. When a man is desperate just like myself, there is always a tendency for mistake; a mistake from a desperate man.

And I only have one attempt left until the alarm attached to it goes off…. Ughhhh, why does it have to be so complicated. What's in there anyway? That requires a passcode. I think deeply before I input the date they got married and bingo…. It unlocked. Mennnnnmn, this man's so in love. I opened the door to see different dark romance books. Damn! Who could have thought that my stepdad is into these things. Hmmm, if I read here I will get caught and it won't be a funny experience. So I took three: The ritual, hunting adeline, and captive in the dark. I glanced through it, saw the disclaimer and I just feel like I would love it. I raised my bodycon and placed them in my panty line, closed the s

Footsteps walked into the living room, and I raised my head slowly, my throat tightening when I met his gaze. The intensity, the burning desire, the way his eyes darkened with something forbidden like he wouldn’t hesitate to take me right there. My pulse stumbled, my heart betrayed me, and my composure threatened to slip away. Damien stepped forward, his eyes on me the whole time without sparing a glance at Caterina. She faced him, but he didn’t look away, not even for a second. Standing a few away, his lips parted to speak, words that further fueled my uneasiness and anxiety.