Kidnapping Erotica Novels & Stories

My emerald ring, gold tops are still there. My mother gifted me the ring on my eighteenth birthday and the gold tops on my 25th last year. Nothing except my phone is missing. It means that the kidnappers didn't want money. It only means that the purpose of my kidnapping is neither money nor for molestation, they might have some other purpose. Maybe they kidnapped me to get some ransom money. Suddenly I remembered the names of Scorpion and Phoenix mafia which I heard just before passing out. My mind started working and I got lots of obsessive thoughts like maybe a handsome mafia boss fell in love with me.( Hahaha....Note the sarcasm.)

If someone happened to see our silent conversations, they would think we were retarded. Olivia shrugged. It's not like we're going to pay for it. She mouthed, to which I just gave her a glare. What?! It's not like they care about it anyways. They wouldn't even notice a million or two gone among their hundreds of billions worth of wealth. She defended. Just think about it as concession from their side for kidnapping us. And it's not like we're going to take these with us when they come to know about the truth, although I would have loved to keep a few dresses... She trailed off. Olivia! I scolded her.

“Weren’t you dear, Cara?” “Exactly Aldo. Which is why this is crazy. You brought me here, holding me captive, against my wish; kidnapping me.” She pushed. “I... when? When did I kidnap you?” “Do you need a dictionary? You have my devices, so I can’t call anyone. You have my cards, all my money, so I can’t leave. And I’m practically on lockdown here. Does this not sound, to you, like a kidnapping?”

spot and hitting it over and over. "Give me what's mine, my queen," I said loudly so she could hear me over her moans. When she finally let go I could feel her convulse in my hands. Her orgasms were more powerful when I took her this way, it drove her crazy. I pulled her off of the desk taking her over to the window sill. "Do you see anyone out there darling?" I asked facing her towards the window. "Some guards my king." She said through staggered breaths. "How do you feel about showing them that you're mine?" I asked giving her the option to say no. She shook her head, yes biting her lip. That told me that she wanted to. I placed her hands on the window sill pulling her ass towards me, the

" You're doing all this for that...that witch who doesn't even have a background? How would you even know if she's just staging her kidnap? Nothing happened to her, okay? She's just trying to create dramas as she's always done, as an attention seeker that she is! Who knows? She might have tried to run away with one of her numerous lovers but came up with this plan instead? You–" Lord Moore slapped her loudly. Kaden signaled at Madam Enola and the woman nodded as she took Crystal away. Kaden shoved the furious Moore away as he bent to Erica's level, her face had grown pale and was all sweaty in shock and embarrassment. " I swear by my mother's grave, Daria. If you don't leave here the next mi

She has never responded to any man sexually as that man's son saw to it, damaging her emotionally and physically when it came to sexual intercourse. This man right here was the only man who has ever made her body respond to him. She shook her head to clear her wayward thoughts and concentrate on the fact that he kidnapped her because of a measly two million dollars. Was he not going to pay her for sleeping with him that night? Two million was a little money for someone like him but here she was, kidnapped by him because of it. Just as she was thinking about her situation and building up her anger to approach him, he looked up and their eyes met.

“This Sienna lady is a total con artist.” I bite my lip and feel my legs shaking. I’m not a con artist, and I’m definitely not Sienna, but I want to know what he tastes like again. He’s the one who came to me. He’s the one who kidnapped me and made me have an orgasm even after I told him he had the wrong girl. He shouldn't be able to blame me if I let myself enjoy a little bit of what he usually does for her, right? I ask myself the question and I already know the answer. I've gone totally crazy. But I don't think I care anymore.

“Just like that, Erica. Keep bouncing on me and beg for my cum. You want my fucking cum don't you?" “Yes! Please, give me your cum,” I whimpered, feeling like I was about to explode around him. “Please, Dr. Evans, fill my tight little pussy with your cum. I need it so badly. It’ll make me come all around your hard cock.” “Oh, Fuck,” he grunted, slamming my hips down on his cock and forcing them still. I knew he was trying to stop himself from coming already, but he didn’t tell me to stop bouncing. So, I continued to buck my hips back and forth, my breasts moving against his chest and my pussy exploding around his cock.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

He stood between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers, a mix of hunger and dominance in his gaze. With a swift, aggressive movement, he positioned himself at her entrance, his lengthy dick pressing against her wetness. "Please, Daddy," Bianca moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "Fuck me and tpear my pussy apart." Dr. Kendrick didn't hesitate, he entered her, filling her wet pussy completely. Bianca screamed, her back arching off the table as he hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. "Oh god, yes! Please, ohhh my pussy tear it Daddy, don't have mercy on me!"