Falling In Love With Your Kidnapper 소설 & 이야기

it would be. “If you marry me, you won't die, I promise. Giving in will be like selling my soul to the devil, and if he lies and then recants, I'm lost. Maybe he is involving me in one of his fallacies, but I am tempted to say yes in order to ensure my salvation, my life. “That exposes me, it doesn't suit you, they will know that you have me, I am kidnapped by you and... “That's why you can't say that I kidnapped you, you have to invent that I didn't force you to do anything, our thing arose suddenly and without realizing it we fell in love, okay?

Nearly all went home before I even found my own release, the rest I had leave before even getting naked because she's stuck in my damn mind. I thrust deeper and harder, hearing her scream, and keep my body covering hers as I do. My hands tangle into her hair as I kiss her neck and just pound into her relentlessly, enjoying the feel of her body against mine. Her nails dig into my neck as she screams her release, and pleasure floods through me to fucking quickly, and it makes me want to go again and again. Shit. My head falls forward, I'm fucking obsessed and I'm never obsessed, the proof of that is that after three weeks of her kidnapping me I gave up trying to fuck women and realised it was

She sat on the pavement, crying bitterly, feeling betrayed. Her phone rang; it was an unknown number. Ava hesitated to inform Raymond, thinking it might be the kidnapper demanding ransom. "Ava, it's me, Summer," the voice said. Ava went numb.

“I loved you more than any woman, more than power, more than myself. I could’ve chosen another—but I wanted you. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?” “Love?” Her voice was a whisper now. “Love that silences? That erases? That turns me into something obedient just so you can feel whole?” She took another step. He didn’t move. “You don’t love me, Vladimir,” she said, “you love owning me. You love the way I looked beside your throne. The idea of me. The fantasy of taming a wildfire and bottling it into your perfect little Luna.” “You don’t understand—” “No, you don’t understand,” she snapped, the full storm finally breaking through. “You didn’t rescue me. You repainted my prison and called it sa

He pushed me further into the snake pit. My heart instantly leaped into my throat as I struggled desperately, begging the kidnapper to give me another chance. I had been reborn. Did I still have to die? The kidnapper spat out the words in anger, "You took the hard way when I gave you the easy way out! Do you think I won't kill you?" He pushed me forward again so violently that I stumbled and almost fell into the dark snake pit. The hissing sound at the bottom of the pit grew louder. It was like countless venomous snakes were laughing at my stupidity and ridiculous love for Theodore in my previous life.

Jack spoke in a heavy tone, "I'm sorry." "I don't want your apologies," Ashley said, shaking her head. "No, you should apologize to me. You promised to always treat me well and give me a good explanation. Is this your explanation? Falling in love with the woman you used to hate?" She covered her chest and her breathing became heavy. "How could you? I was still waiting for you to marry me with all my heart, but you fell in love with the person who wanted to kill you years ago! Isn't that ironic? Have I not done well enough these years? Did I do something wrong? Or is there something about her that I can't compare to? I admit she's beautiful and comes from a good family. But what does she have

When the silence stretched, when she knew he wasn’t going to answer, she turned to leave. But his hand shot out, gripping hers, pulling her back — hard — into his arms. His lips crushed against hers, fierce and unyielding. The kiss stole her breath, her knees weak beneath her. He broke the kiss only to press his forehead against hers, his voice rough. "Why do you have to push my limit every damn time, kitten? Do you have any idea what I felt when I heard you were kidnapped? How my chest burned when I saw that bastard put his hands on you? When I saw those bruises on your skin, I wanted to ruin the world… tear it apart piece by piece. Tell me, kitten — what is that if it isn’t love?"

“See? You are l too easy to rile up. But the point stands… I think with my cock when it comes to you. Only you.” I pushed at him again. “I don’t trust you. You have fucked me at every event, knowing I had a fiancé waiting.” His hand shot out, fingers wrapping firmly around my throat a bit too possessive, tilting my chin up so I had to meet his gaze. “Call him your fiancé again and see what happens. You are mine now. And yes, I think with my cock… because it’s been obsessed with this pussy for months.” He crashed his mouth against mine, biting my lower lip hard enough to sting. I gasped into the kiss, but he didn’t let go, deepening it until I was breathless and trembling.

Jacob’s POV: I couldn't understand what was happening to me, but I knew one thing: I couldn't stop myself. When I kidnapped her, I never imagined I'd be so affected by her. The way she looks at me has a powerful hold over me. Each time I locked eyes with her, I felt as though I had entered a completely different world, forgetting who I truly was. I forgot that I was a mafia boss whom everyone feared. I forgot that I had kidnapped her to take revenge on her. I forgot that I had brought her here to hurt her and make her pay for what she did. It was a troubling realization. Despite my best efforts to resist her allure, I found myself unable to do so. Eventually, I succumbed, pulling her close u