Falling In Love With Captor Novels & Stories

Fuck the heart break, I don’t think I can take it anymore. I started kissing him back without any sing of objection on my face, I might never get this chance again nor I could see him craving for me like this ever. At least I will have these moments to cherish even if he somehow forgets about me, I would be the one holding onto it. I’ve fallen for the mafia who held me captive, my heart couldn’t speak the same language my mind did and I could do nothing about it as I myself chose to shut the doors of my mind down. I was with him and it never felt so right despite of it being truly wrong.

I've come to realize that the more time I spend around Javier, whether alone or in the midst of company, my little brain gets fogged up and sends the wrong signal to… my heart. It even feels off saying it and I know why. It's because I shouldn't feel this way towards my captor. Yes he's impossibly attractive and what I think a man should be like but that's just about it. I don't even know him well enough like that.

He was visibly angry, but at the same time, his face held a certain softness. Was he angry, that someone tried to touch his property, or was it because someone tried to touch me? I was uncertain. But one thing I was certain of, was my feelings. The cold Alpha, brutal and heartless…I was in love with him. When did it all start? Was it from when he killed Logan for me, or silently stood up to my uncle for me, or bashed Elena on my own accord…I had no idea but I had fallen so deeply in love with my captor.

“Only you! Show me your anger, hate, frustration, ego, hurt me worst. I will bear everything but When you think to give me a chance then I want honesty. You will give me a chance and try fully to love me.” “You are not in your senses Mr. Capo!” “I am now in my real sense!” “Why this desperation?” “It’s your love and when I love I love with every fibre with in me” I am really intend to win you Dini, whether it costs my life Nandini gasped when he sealed the deal with his lips……and melting their souls Chappy 70 watty “Okay , inform me when you get something suspicious.” Someone asked “Yes, Boss” the other replied on call

Captain (rests his back on the Sofa with cross arms on chest) - "Oh! Interesting. Now you became my child. Screwed! Nut! Vihaan, you are changing drastically. Vihaan ( cursed himself under the breath ) - … Captain ( praised himself for the boundary.) - So, I Won the match. He was about to stand up for leaving but Vihaan started his crocodile tears. Aaaaaa…. Woo woo… no one loves me. Valentine's day is next month and I don't have any date. Even Sumit also has a date. But I don't have… Every time you scold me by saying you adopt me, you are my guardian, my parent and now I need help you turned your face from me. No one is here for me. Aaaaa… Aaa… sob... sob…"

He lifted me, sinking into me right there in the war room, the place where we had planned so many deaths and victories. We moved together unhurriedly, eyes locked. Every thrust a reaffirmation. Every moan a healing. “I love you,” he growled, hands gripping my hips, guiding me. “The artist, the fighter. The queen who brought the Reaper to his knees.” “I love you,” I gasped, riding him harder as pleasure built. “My captor, my monster, my equal.” We came together, clinging desperately, his release triggering mine in waves that left us both trembling. Afterward, he held me close, still buried inside me, whispering promises against my skin. “No more secrets, no more doubt. You are the true heir a

She leaned over him, and his hand cupped the nape of her neck, their lips pressed together, furiously kissing even as they fucked. "Shinatri?" Anaria murmured. She recognized her best friend, and the man whose cock she sat on was none other than Wulfkar, one of Gorlann's trusted gladiators. Captor and captive watched the sight before them; Shinatri's long black hair streamed down her back, tinged silver in the moonlight, as her cunt pumped up and down the glistening shaft of the man beneath her. They looked not so much like captor and captive themselves as they did two genuine lovers. Shinatri's slender figure shook with the force of her gyrations, a thin trickle of pre-cum seeping from the

I would rather crawl through the depths of despair than ever consider giving him another chance. My mind replayed the scene from earlier, and I cringed at the memory of my vulnerability. I had trusted him completely, poured my heart and soul into our relationship, believing it was built on love and fidelity. And what had he done? He had shattered it all for a fleeting moment of excitement with his ex-girlfriend. The anger bubbled within me, hot and relentless.

I whimpered at his touch, and he dragged his canines along the sensitive flesh on my neck where it joined with my shoulder. More, more, more, I wanted to beg him pitifully. I'd never been touched like this, never wanted this way. None of the boyfriends I'd ever had before had been so passionate. I shouldn't be letting my captor hold me this way, shouldn't be panting over him or biting my lip to stop from calling out his name. I shouldn't let him touch me at all, but this was the only thing I'd wanted all of my life. We fit together like puzzle pieces, and he played me like an instrument.

"What is this?" He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and confusion. "I don't know," he said honestly. "But I don't want it to stop." That was the problem. Neither did I. The line between captor and captive, between hatred and something else, had blurred beyond recognition. I was trapped, not just in his mansion, but in a web of emotions I didn't understand. I was falling for the devil, and I didn't know how to stop.