Prisoner Of My Desire Audiobook Novels & Stories

"You think you can force me?" A sly smile stretches his lips. "I don't need to force you, Louise." His lips crush against mine without gentleness, without hesitation. He wants to possess me. Mark me. Prove to me that, no matter what I think, I will never escape him. And I let him. Because I know resisting would be useless. Because I know that here, in this forgotten place, I am a prisoner. Prisoner of his hold. Of his desire. Of his empire.

“I don’t believe you.” He stared me down with that incredible poker face, threatening me with just a look. “It won’t come to that anyway. When I want to take you to bed, you’ll comply. A kiss here…a touch there…will be enough to make your knees fall open.” Flashbacks of our intense nights together came back to me, causing a shiver to run down my spine in longing. He was the best sex I’d ever had, and I’d missed him the second he was gone. Our circumstances changed when he took me, but my attraction never did. But I refused to want someone who’d enslaved me to torture his enemy. “As a free woman, I’d be in your bed every night. But as a prisoner, I don’t find you the least bit attractive.”

What was it doing in that small cave? "Claire," My eyes brightened. It was the voice again. I licked my lips and spoke. "Who- what are you?" I asked. I flushed when I realized what I had just done. I had talk to a book. "This is ridiculous.." I muttered. As I closed the book shut, I heard the voice again. "I am your greatest desire," it cooed. I blinked. "What?" "You desire strength, don't you?" It replied. "I can give that to you."

The hot audiobook narrator continued in his breathy voice, “I demanded, pulling her close by her hair.” Damon raised his brow, and I quickly blurted, “Alexa, play Despacito.” But of course, I had an iPhone, and the audiobook kept going, the voice actor whispering, “‘Mhmm, good girl. Now touch it—fuck, yes.’” I pursed my lips hearing the groan, and Damon crossed his arms when I went back into the bathroom and stopped the audiobook. I finally took a breath and slowly walked out, even though I wanted to die from embarrassment.

My gaze raked, assessing over dingy long hair and matted beard obscuring gaunt features. Sharp black eyes peered through the grimy curtain intently. Almost...hungrily. "Perhaps fortune offers an opportunity to bury an incriminating murmur." My fist twisted in the prisoner's hair, forcing his head high. "Repeat your cowardly confession, worm!" Wild desperation flashed across his face. Yet whatever eavesdropper elicited such dismay held greater terror it seemed. "I ain't saying another goddamn word with spies listening!" He thrashed and resisted. I released his head in disgust. "Get this garbage out and wrung dry down below!" As the guards dragged the screaming prisoner away, I turned assessin

Practically written in blood on the code every soldier obeyed without question, especially someone like me, whose entire identity was built upon obedience, control, and silence. But then why doesn’t my body listen? Why does my pulse spike seeing the slightest hint of cleavage above her neckline? Why do my fingers twitch, wanting to pull down the fabric, expose the pink tip already hard, imagining I could taste and worship her slowly—make up for every day I forced myself to stay cold, professional, indifferent, while dying inside from desire? Jonathan slapped my shoulder suddenly, dragging me out of the dark thoughts. Desmond. Really mean it. ” “Thanks again,

Chapter 69: God Complex Lizzie I wasn't planning on stopping there. I had a lot more to unload on this crazy lady who spoke about bringing an unrepentant prisoner out of jail like she deserved an applause. I couldn't hold back. Not when his voice that sounded through my mind was so vivid, so real, the weight of everything I knew about that man pressing down on me like a suffocating force.

I didn’t—I wouldn’t—I— But the recorder was already playing. My own voice filled the room. It was strange and distant, but undeniably mine. A moan, low at first, then rising into a sharp gasp. A broken please that went on and on, desperate and begging for things I couldn’t remember wanting. Then, his voice emerged from the recording, dark and worshipful. “That’s my good girl.” I sat there, listening to the rhythmic, wet sound of sucking skin, and felt a crushing sense of horror. My voice rose higher, the sounds of my own pleasure echoing off the sterile walls of the FBI office, and I wanted to die.

he said with satisfaction behind the girl's ear, who was already squirming. She would never have thought that just like he had dreamed of the girl, this would be the reaction to what he would do. “Nickolai is right; you really are horny, Des! ” he whispered. Desiree listened intently to what he was saying, but she didn't seem to care. Excitement overwhelmed her at the strange sensations the man she didn't even know was making her taste. The girl's moans doubled as one of the man's palms slid down her middle.

he raised his brows at me. "I hate you…" "And I love you too…" I was red after his confession. My throat got dried and I snatched the pass from him to enter the library. If not today then never. I was confident to get answers. So, I went inside and started to look through sections and find the one I was looking for. History, yep!! I was looking through the shelves to find the book I was looking for. But there were thousands of books and I got little time to look at what I was looking for?