Falling In Love With Captor Novels & Stories

I reached up and touched his face, gently brushing my fingers along his jaw. “I know it was hard for you to wait. I know it hurt. But if we’d rushed into this when the world around us was burning, I would’ve always felt like we were hiding from the fire instead of facing it. And that doubt… it would’ve bled into us. You’d wonder if I ran to you for safety, and the second I felt that, I’d pull away too.” I stepped closer, our bodies aligned, breath against breath. “But I don’t want us to fade or fizzle out. I want us to burn. Like a volcano. Wild. Fiery. Beautiful. I want our love to erupt and consume us. And I want it to never end.”

I found an encrypted subfolder. The folder name was: Sophia_Private. My hand was shaking uncontrollably, but I clicked on it. The screen filled with video files, all neatly organized by date. From the very first night we were together to the very last, every single video was there. I clicked on the first one. The screen showed me and Vincent, tangled together in the sheets, every detail captured in crystal-clear high definition. Including me, wrapped in his arms, whispering "I love you." Including every moment of my vulnerability, my trust, my complete and utter devotion.

I could see that he started aggressively masturbating and bit my lip as he went to town. I thought briefly that I was messing with a fire that I probably shouldn't have, but shrugged it off, rolled away from him, and tried to fall back to sleep. If I were to die from this ordeal, I would do so after having a good night's sleep. My sleep was disturbed by erotic dreams of Nikolai and Monica rolling around in his massive bed. Jealousy or was I subliminally desiring my captor? I woke up with tears and heartache that I hadn't experienced in years.

He pulled the blanket and gently tried to cover my body with it. "Why? You said you love me! You don't love me anymore? Are you not attracted to me anymore?" I just keep mumbling all those questions. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed aggressively this time. "Why don't you want me anymore?" He finally sat down on the bed and looked at me. "You know that is not the case, I do love you and you have no idea how much i want to take you right now." He looks serious now then looked down and pinched forehead. "Look Baby, please just go to sleep, you're drunk and if i do anything to you tonight, you're just going to wake up tomorrow, hating me even more than you already do." He brushed my

For the first time, I realize that maybe… maybe I wouldn’t mind those two parts to blend together as I once believed. All I know is one thing for certain: Dominic is starting to feel like something more than just my captor. He’s starting to feel like I man I can see myself falling in love with.

“You brought this upon yourself, stellina. You acted like a little slut, throwing yourself at my brother. Now I’m going to treat you like one.” A thrill settles in my nerves, an adrenaline rush with an oh so needy chaser as my body betrays me. I want him. Despite everything, I want him to touch me. I want my captor, and I think that’s the worst part of all of this. That I want someone who only sees me as revenge. “I’ll make you feel so good,” he assures me. His breath is hot down the shell of my ear and onto my neck. “I’ll make you scream my name before the end. I promise you.”

I sniffed, dropping my legs back into the water. How did I even fall inlove with him? How could I have been so stupid! I told myself I wasn't going to fall inlove with any of the boys, because they were the sons of my captor. But still, I fell and even went on to fall for the one who is all shades of bad. I feel so ridiculous right now. I fell inlove with Justin, who has made it his itinerary of his day to insult me, or put me in my slave place whenever he gets the chance to do so, in the past.

I know my baby is fighting so I need to fight too even though I know it’s hard. I closed my eyes and recalled his lips unintentionally because I felt his warm kiss even though he was wearing a mask. I know his lips touched mine that makes me smile right now. Thinking about the kiss makes me wish for him to be here again but when I opened my eyes. He is not here and I am all alone by myself. I lie down on my bed and I think about Duke but this time the man with a mask interfered with my thoughts and I don’t know why. It seems that I let his magic in by the kiss that I made. I know that he kissed me back when I kissed him before he pushed me away. I felt his heart connecting in me, I felt his

Her captor on the other hand barely seemed to register things like pain. What was he? And what would he do with her? Did he really just kill Vaughn and the others? This wasn't fair. It wasn't right. She was supposed to get her chance to fall in love and have that fairy tale ending, just like Ashton and Jared. It was too soon for Vaughn to die. She loved him. She'd only just realized that was what kept driving her crazy. Those long moments spent staring into his eyes when he'd caught her off-guard was the instant she'd fallen for him. It wasn't until today that she'd realized just what it all meant, why he drove her crazy, why when they touched it seemed to go too far. He was the person she'd

We picked up flat, smooth stones and squatted along the lake's side, trying to skip them over the water. As our stones skimmed and danced across the lake's surface, laughter resounded across the area. We were driven to find the ideal skipping stone by our competitive nature. Our laughing entwined, forming a song that only we could hear, and the happiness of the moment was real. As evening fell, we made our way back to the picnic blanket where we reclined side by side and gazed up at the starry sky. We held hands and enjoyed every precious moment we had together. The background noises of the park gave us the impression that we were the main characters in our own love story. In that rented par