I Am His Captive Wife Novels & Stories

“But me? I gave six years of my life to him. I prayed to be bound to the boy who saved me… and I ended up nothing more than a placeholder, a wife in name only, nothing more!” Her gaze dropped for a moment. “Time kept moving,” she whispered. “While I stayed behind, waiting for my husband to look at me finally… and realize I was never truly seen.” My chest tightened. “Is that why you wanted to end your life?” “How do you know about that?” I opened my mouth to answer, but a deep, commanding voice cut in from the adjoining room. “Do I need to remind the two of you that you are captives in my territory? If you keep shouting like that, someone might start thinking you attacked my house,” Alpha Adr

Staring at her for a few seconds, I blinked my eyes rapidly and turned to face Neil. “You are yet to marry her, okay? And until you do, I won’t allow you to be in her room,” I said and walked towards him while he stared at me. “Consider this whatever you want, but I will do whatever I want, I will order you whatever I want, I will come to this room whenever I want and…” I paused there, leaning towards him, “I will do whatever I want with her. Because before becoming your wife, she is my captive. I have every right on her, Neil. And don’t forget that you are living in my house and you will have to obey me, no matter what. Understand?” I warned him and he lowered his eyes, nodding.

“What do you mean?” “She has a wolf that can't howl. That can't even transform. That's his doing. He has scouts everywhere and there's a very handsome reward for whoever brings Isla in. There's a maid who helped her escape. She's in captivity and he tortures her.” I grimaced. “That man is sick.” “Obsessed. He claims Isla embarrassed him. His ego has never truly healed and rumours have it that he mentions Isla when he makes love to his wife.”

Clara was broken, mind blank and body on fire. Another orgasm splashed through her and she sobbed the words. “I accept it… I’m yours… breed me… keep me here forever…” Damon roared and came, flooding her womb with the biggest load yet. He stayed buried deep, grinding, making sure it stayed inside. Then he collapsed on top of her, cock still twitching in her ruined cunt. “Good girl,” he whispered, kissing her neck. “My perfect little captive. You’re never going back out there, this penthouse is your world and myy cock is your god and you shall serve it. ”

This is only the first time that we're doing this since our wedding night and I have to say that his ministrations have left me breathless and craving much more. His strong jaw stubbled with light beard, his eyes darker than the depths of the ocean but lighter than the clear blue skies, his hair currently tousled by my fingers and the naked expanse of his body that could very well be carved out of molten gold. This man is Hades personified and he has taken me his captive with no intention of ever letting me go. "You're my wife, little one," he purrs in my ear and I can only watch as he still has his hand pressed against my jaw, "you will never leave me." He says in complete authority.

For some reason, that triggered me so much. "Can you stop?" Very raspy voice came out from my mouth. I'm actually quiet shocked to hear my own voice, let alone Greyson. "Stop this act. Whatever this is... stop acting like we are a couple. Stop acting like you care about me." Greyson looked at me dead in the eye. "What makes you think that i am acting?" I scoffed mockingly. "I... I am only here because i was purchased from an auction remember?? I am just a fucking sex slave!" My voice raised.

He rolled over, pinning me beneath him, trying to enter me. "Get off me, you shameless bastard!" I cursed, every cell in my body resisting him. "Before, you were my adopted daughter. I restrained my feelings to keep the family from falling into scandal. But now you're Fernanda. I can make that identity real for you, and then we can truly be together." He bit my earlobe as he spoke in that seductive voice of his. "You want me as your mistress? What about your delicate little wife? Does she know what you're doing?"

she said softly. "What mistake?" "You assumed that because I'm a woman in handcuffs, I'm helpless." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a terrifying whisper. "But you forgot who my husband is. You didn't arrest a woman. You kidnapped the wife of the most dangerous man in Neo-Veridia." Vance sneered. "Hale? He can't help you. He’s outside the—" *BOOM.* The heavy steel door of the interrogation room didn't open. It was thrown open with such force that the handle punched a dent into the concrete wall.

The annual Family dinner was in full swing, the clink of glasses and hum of conversation filling the air. Paige, never one for a kind word, stumbled over, a glass of wine in her hand, her breath reeking of cheap booze. "You know," she said, a sly, knowing grin on her face, "I used to be jealous as hell of you. He's a Capo. He runs a whole borough." "A lot of good that's done you, huh? Still stuck in the slums, where gunshots are your nightly lullaby." I heard the mockery in her voice. The list for the Family's secure compound was out, and once again, my name wasn't on it. I held my own glass, my voice steady. "They're Family rules. Not even Dean can break them. A Capo's wife still has t

The room fell into a stunned silence, all the breath sucked from the air, and I could feel my hands trembling in my lap. Not from fear this time, but from the dizzying realisation that my captor, the man who’d captured and broken me… had just made me untouchable in front of these men going after me. And just before I could think of what next I’d say, Lucas Moretti seized the chance. “This is absurd… appointing her as Chief Operating Officer just like that? I get to appoint my wife after I get the executive power instead; this whore of yours has brought enough shame to us. Is it until she collapses our empire totally?”