Kidnapping Erotica Novels & Stories

Chapter One hundred and Twenty Nine Rated 18, it contains really explicit sexual language and scenes. Marriott was in a bad mood today being that 20 girls were kidnapped and none of the 19 That has been brought could even withstand his dick and some fainted and others died, and this is not good for business because he runs a monster /paranormals and humans sex trafficking agency and some monsters from Hades and some really terrifying men will be at Budapest for the orgy festival, now he has less than 100girls and he is in a very bad mood and very horny too.

He said defensively, "Look, I know the way he kidnapped you was..." I cut him off mid-sentence and rushed out in a single breath, "Not only that. Even now, he wants to control my life in a very domineering way. He has taken away all my freedom. Just because of him, I feel so suffocated all the time. And I hate the fact that he is my fated mate and my mind continuously opposes me when it comes to hating him. It feels like I'm fighting a battle with my own self. After what he has done, I should hate him with every fiber in my body and that’s what I believe that I do but whenever he comes closer to me, my body starts reacting in this weird way that I can’t help but question my sanity and my mor

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 was winning. Days turned to weeks. More accidents: Bending over in the laundry room, ass up as she “searched” for a sock, pussy lips peeking from under shorts. Brushing past him in narrow halls, her hand “slipping” to graze his cock. Each time, Ethan’s fantasies grew darker—tying her up, edging her until she begged, then fucking her raw. Lila reveled in it, masturbating nightly to the thought of him begging, “Please, Lila, let me fuck you. I need it.”

The forbidden thrill made everything hotter—the risk that she could come back early, that this was so wrong. He dropped to his knees suddenly, yanking my shorts and panties down in one motion. “Been thinking about this pussy for days.” He buried his face between my thighs, tongue lapping greedily at my clit before sucking it hard. I nearly screamed, slapping a hand over my mouth.

He concluded making my eyes widened. My pussy spam at his words. *Oh! How much I want him to do those sinful things to me!* And I hate myself for it, he wants me to beg him? That would never ever happen. I'm in love with Jake, he owns my body not this mysterious guy who kidnapped me and promised me those sinful things I should find disgusting. "Beg you? Never" I sneered back at him. "We will see how long that fire in you lasts but trust me princess, I'll enjoy bending, breaking you in whatever position I like" Smirking at me, he stalked out of the room like a man who had completed his mission.

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

She introduced herself simply as Lila, a new temptress whose sultry smile suggested she knew far more about me than she should. “Welcome aboard, darling,” Victoria purred, her voice smooth as aged whiskey. “We thought you could use a little getaway from your busy playboy schedule.” I tried to keep my tone light, forcing a sarcastic smile despite the growing knot in my stomach. “Kidnapping seems like an extreme way to ask for a date. If you wanted my attention, flowers would have been cheaper.” Elena laughed softly, circling me slowly like a predator sizing up prey. “This isn’t about dates, Hank. This is about settling scores and indulging ourselves. You’ve been teasing the world with that ha

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then sucking it into his mouth before pulling back. "Say it louder," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching me wide, the wet sounds loud in the room as he fucked me with them fast. "Tell me you love my cum inside you." "I love it," I moaned, voice breaking, hips bucking up to meet his hand. "Fuck, Haiden, I love your cum leaking out of me, I love feeling you all day." It was embarrassing how true it was, how my body craved it, pussy soaking his fingers, clit throbbing every time he brushed it with his thumb.