Falling In Love With Captor Novels & Stories

And somehow, in the middle of that hell, I had fallen in love with my captor. I wanted to scream. I wanted to disappear. But I stood frozen between them, two monsters fighting over who had the right to keep me. Luciano’s hand tightened on his gun. “If you want her, you’ll have to kill me.” My father’s smile widened. “Gladly.” The tunnel erupted with gunfire.

Thoughts about her boyfriend finding her dissipated into dust as her eyes rolled to the back. The girl could feel another orgasm threatening to erupt across every cell of her body as tears pricked at the back of her eyes. She wasn’t thinking, but she was feeling entirely too much, especially at her clit. She had never experienced such intense pleasure and the fact she did with her captor terrified her. Captain’s expression softened as his fingers brushed her face. “Don’t fight it, little slut. Let it all go. Such a good girl,” He whispered with a devilish smile.

Footsteps echoed along the ridge. Kain and the commander—now allies—stood above us, their lights shining through the dark mesh of the net. Kain’s face was satisfied; the commander’s, cold. The commander lifted his weapon and aimed it directly at us. He didn’t intend to shoot. A locator beacon was in his hand. “Cargo secured,” he said into the communicator. “Both subjects captured. One is… critical.” Sadira lay in my arms, her eyes slowly closing. The blood no longer flowed. That was a bad sign. My heart clenched with fear. To see her strength, stubbornness, conviction drain away so suddenly—leaving only a fragile, pale body in my arms.

Adrian swallowed hard. “You what?” She paused, fork midway to her mouth. “Oh… he didn’t tell?” She slid the piece of food into her mouth. She chewed slowly, gently, deliberately. “Tell me she’s joking.” Alessio reached for his napkin and dabbed the sides of his lips, eyes fixed on Dante. Dante simply smirked. Matteo licked his lips. “Oh… fuck. She is telling the truth.” Enrico picked up his spoon, amusement, surprise, and curiosity etched on his face. “So… what you are telling us is that Dante Vallenis fell in love with his captor?”

“Don’t tell me you’re already falling in love with me” Oh my gosh He did not. I scoffed, “Don’t flatter yourself, why would a tool fall for its handyman when it can easily be tossed, and has other tools to look at, a tool is just there to make the Handyman shine, I would rather swallow tiny bolts than fall in love with you. And men like you are not my type. I am just doing this to help your image” From the corners of my eyes, I saw Hardy’s jaw clenched in anger.

He was clearly disgusted with Libulan at that point. Kaptan raised his right arm into the air and the clouds gradually accumulated until they got so dark, ready to drown the earth with heavy rains. The thunder roared and lightning lit up the night skies. Beneath us, mortals would have assumed by now that the Gods were upset and were about to end the world in a matter of hours. As Kaptan kept releasing his tremendous power that had brought hundreds of Gods before us to their end, I didn’t feel afraid. It was overwhelming, but my reason for turning my back against him was to fulfill my own ego and that was to save the man I fell in love with!

I am falling for him. The realization was a brutal, crushing blow to my chest. I was falling in love with my captor. I was falling in love with the man who had shattered my world, who held my family’s lives in the palm of his bloody hand. It was a beautiful, intoxicating illusion, a normal relationship built on a foundation of absolute captivity. "Della?" Karlo called, his brow furrowing with instant concern as he noticed my sudden paleness, reaching his hand across the white tablecloth to cover mine. "What is it? Are you unwell?"

She targeted the third, farther-off assailant, who was still firing cover fire from the woods, with icy, clinical accuracy. His line of sight was broken when a burst of bullets ripped through the air, forcing him to duck for cover. It was a necessary, albeit brief, reprieve. She went back to Vlad and checked his breathing and pulse. Stable but still shallow. He was still alive. The complete reversal of roles had occurred: the seemingly defenceless captive had turned into the powerful protector, and the captor was now the protected. A silent testament to the intricate, fluctuating dynamics of their relationship, the emotional beat was intense.

Yet, Xavier's commanding presence deterred any passerby from approaching; they merely looked on with curiosity. Moreover, his tall stature completely shielded her from view. Behind them was a decades-old maidenhair tree. Beneath it, a hot guy was passionately kissing his beautiful lady. The scene was captivating. Someone boldly captured it on camera. Seeing the result, she felt a pang of longing for a relationship even after a year of being single. Who wouldn't want a boyfriend like that? It was a display of pure, unrestrained passion! Just as Quinn felt she might suffocate from the kiss, Xavier finally released her.

He lifted his eyes to Barry, his tone as calm as a blade drawn from its sheath: “I am a Warrior of Bayport. I am the Bond-mate chosen by the Bayport Council itself. This injury of my leg was earned at the border, saving lives. And even so, I can still protect Emily. With me, Emily is not a pawn—she is my everything.” My heart jolted. Father had once spoken of a Warrior, three years ago—one who fought alone at the border, slaying three Rogues to save his people, wounded beyond healing, forced to step down. So it had been him all along. Colin caught my gaze, and the corner of his mouth curved. His smile was clean, earnest, like sunlight breaking through frost. “I never thought I’d be granted a