Falling In Love With Captor Novels & Stories

I kick my legs, but he’s too strong. “You’re mine now,” he laughs. "Please," I beg. Snap. I turn and that's when I see him. My mate. The one who will always be there for me, always love me, and who will never leave me. Troy runs towards us, angry but not at me. He tackles my captor who frees me so he can fight Trop. I fall to the ground as Troy punches the man in the face. He punches him until the man is unable to get back up.

For someone he wanted to kill, he sure was acting like a caveman. It was mortifying to have gotten my first orgasm from Nicolai, and that too from sucking his cock. He hadn't even touched me for goodness sake. I hated him... Loathed the power he seemed to wield over me, and I hated that I wanted him to save me when all I should have been thinking about was how to kill him or escape. Was I, in some sick way attracted to my captor? His face or the darkness that lurks within his heart? The voice in my head asked and it almost made me blink my eyes open.

The sound beats reality into my mind with the realization that I gave myself to him again. I lift my head when he caresses my belly. As our eyes lock, I know that we just strengthened our connection. I just had to go ahead and fall in love with my captor.

I tried to step back from him, as he had released his grip on my wrist, and he surprised me even more by pulling me in by my waist, our lips inches apart. “A plaything,” I muttered before I could stop myself, “is that all I am to you?” My eyes burned a hole in his lips, and I found myself wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. I’ve never kissed anyone..or even thought about it. Why did I want to kiss my captor, then?

“But being with you has changed everything. For the first time, I feel like I can finally let go of that anger, that pain. I don’t want to be haunted by my past anymore.” Belle’s heart swelled with love for him, her fingers trailing down his jaw as she leaned in, her lips brushing his in a gentle, lingering kiss. The connection between them was electric, a spark that ignited into a flame as they drew closer, their need for each other consuming them both.

My hand slipped again. “Claire!” His voice cracked. “Look at me.” I forced my eyes up. “Hold on,” he said more quietly now. “Please.” Something in that word—please—broke through the fog in my head. I tightened my grip as sweat was beginning to moist my hand. With one final, brutal pull, he dragged me back over the railing. I collapsed onto the balcony floor, gasping, shaking, my whole body trembling violently. Lucian dropped beside me, chest heaving.

He lifted me effortlessly and sat me on the edge of the table, stepping between my legs to claim my lips once more. The heat of the moment was overwhelming; my knees felt like water. His hands roamed my body, touching me roughly and possessively with an urgent need that I craved. My body betrayed my mind, responding to him instantly. I couldn’t hold back my moans or control my arousal; I was already soaking wet. He was my captor. He had destroyed my life and torn me away from everyone I held dear. I was supposed to hate him, yet touching him felt more right than anything ever had. He was my mate, and the bond was humming, screaming to be completed.

She nods and seems thoughtful. “They were very curious about my time with Solomon, distressed when I showed them in my mind, but still very curious. Maybe it’s because they were also captive, but I get the feeling they’d happily see everything, and not worry about how it would affect me. Like they’re indifferent towards me somehow. I understand we don’t know each other at all, but it still feels unsettling.” He puts an arm around her waist as they walk, “Tell me if they do anything that upsets you, and I’ll talk to them.” She nods but looks away a little. He sighs and pulls her a little closer as they walk. “I love you, My Heart.” She smiles and nods,

numb from the rain, this time definitely felt something, but in the same way the sensation had arrived, everything else disappeared almost instantly, her body fell completely inert into the arms of her captor, a massive man with dark eyes, the same guy who had beaten her before she could escape. Her head was pounding, as if her heart had decided to find a new place to beat other than her chest, each beat sending a wave of pain through her body, her face feeling heavy and swollen, opening her eyes or at least trying, she felt nauseated and the weight of her own head managed to make her fall, she wasn't sure if she was standing up or lying down, she felt almost as if she were floating, and her

No matter how a paragon of an angel who fell from heaven a person is, if he or she fell in love with lucifer, you can not just run away from that feelings. Love is selfish and dangerous, possessive and obsessive and most of all, it's a pain and happiness that conquers a person. Primo Aziel Hughes, never expected the person who he had been wishing to see would actually be his partner in a job. But Primo being all naive at love, fell in a trap. The person he fell in love was a total different person he had met before.