Fall In Love With Your Kidnapper Novels & Stories

The moans and sexual breaths of the couple resounded throughout the room… Damned! It was just a game at first. Why turn into bed together now? Agnes ends her flashback and curses in her mind. She suppressed her embarrassment and turned to look at the man lying next to her. Immediately her eyes widened in surprise. Oh my God! Impossible! Ryan Gonzalez, New York City's the man jewel, he slept with her last night?

Sandra I watched as Joseph's smile completely left his face. It saddened me that he couldn't enjoy much time before something else arises, although, he sure seemed to enjoy himself not long prior to this call. I was zoning out, thinking of his hands on my skin, his breath on my neck. It was getting me worked up all over again. I heard his voice raise snapping me back into the present. "We had a deal! Tomorrow, we will meet you Tommasso, not until then." It sounded like he was talking straight from that dark place inside of him. The one that turns me on, the one I don't think he had when we met before, at least not like this. I stood and walked beside him, placing my hand on his arm. When I t

He slams the door, runs around to the other side and gets in, and barks at the poor man in the driver’s seat to get going. “Hi again, Long time no see,” I say calmly but yet in a sing song voice. ignoring Reid completely I tried not to squirm under his harsh stare, well it's not my fault I escaped.. I mean I was kidnapped in the first place, and no matter how handsome the kidnapper looks that doesn't or rather shouldn't foil my escape plans.. Even if I want to kiss his lips till their swollen and him panting my name.. Fuck! See? One shouldn't be fantazing about one’s kidnapper it isn't normal.

He winked. I kept wrinkling my nose like he was speaking trash but I knew that he was more than enough for me and honestly speaking I wondered why I hated him so much when I could have just loved him instead. "If you keep staring at me that way, I would have no choice but to think that you're falling in love with me." I snorted, "fall in love with my kidnapper?" This time his countenance fell. "Hey..." "It's fine. I'm nothing but your kidnapper." He said, shoving his hands into his pockets yet looking like a rejected child.

“Your third fantasy, little fan. The one you poured into your laptop at nineteen… the ruthless kidnapper who steals the blushing bride straight from the altar before she can say her sacred vows. You want me to make it real? Extreme? No mercy? I swallowed hard, my nipples tightening into aching peaks. My voice was a breathless whisper. “Yes… make it extreme. Make me feel every second of it. Kidnap me properly.” A slow, devastatingly attractive smile curved his lips. “Good girl.” He reached into the pocket of his discarded jacket and produced two small white pills along with a glass of water. “These will drop you completely. When you wake, you’ll be bound, helpless, and entirely at my mercy. Y

“You! He fucking wants you, and he’s not going to stop! He’s going to kill me. He kidnapped me, and you have to come here. You have until dawn, or he’s going to kill me. He wants you and you alone.” “Is he next to you? Tell me.” “Yes…yes…” she cried nervously. “I just want to go home.” “Tell me, where are you?” “You have to come here alone, please? Please, Scar, save me.” “What does he fucking want with me?” “He said he’s madly in love with you, and he’s going to marry you. He won’t let me go until you say yes.” NOW

The shape of my lips became a thin line from what he said and was afraid of what might happen next. "Do what you want to do! I don't care anymore!" I told him as I look directly into his eyes, I had enough so I am giving up. If I can't get him by hook or by crook then fine! I give up! My ultimate plan is to kidnap him and make him sign the marriage contract but I didn't expect him to know my plan as soon as possible and make a backup plan against me. Then Travis suddenly holds my jaw forcibly so I got no choice but to look at him in his face again.

Now, even my soul, my heart and my thinking are ruled by him. The next day, when I my eyes shut open, someone was right beside me. Someone who wasn’t him and it comforted me the most. I started falling for him. I started loving him but I hated the idea of loving him more now. Why? Why should I fall for my kidnapper?

I had been anything but good ever since the day he had left me. For starters, I was engaged and living with a complete stranger. Who l had been forced to marry. Not to mention, my fiancé, the stranger, seemed to be completely repulsed by me. And l found new ways to make him hate me more with each passing day. As a result l was eventually going to be trapped in a loveless marriage. But yeah, I was doing good. “That’s good to hear”, Dylan said with a feigned smile. And my sorrow suddenly dissolved into clear anger.

I just hoped that I said it to the man who was supposed to hear it and not some kidnapper. “Who is your boyfriend?” The kidnapper asked. “Was it that Stephen guy?” Are all kidnappers irritable? Is he stupid? Doesn’t he watch the news? “He’s an asshole and his married!” I shouted angrily. “If my boyfriend hears what you’re saying right now, you’re doomed.” “Then tell me.” There was something different in his voice; he was demanding, but I could also sense fear. A smile appears on my face, and I can’t help but feel confident.