Romance Novels With Captive Heroine Novels & Stories

Even though she was captivated with his charming eyes, his hands slid around her waist and pulled her more closely,her bøøbs slammed on his chest. At once their lips parted.

Casual, but every inch of him screamed power, elegance wrapped in danger, a wolf in a man’s skin. “You’ve been hiding in that room too long,” he said, his voice a low rumble, crossing the hall with a predator’s grace. “I’m showing you the territory.” I crossed my arms, tilting my head with a smirk. “Oh, how generous of you, my captor. What’s next, a leash?” His lips twitched, a spark of amusement in his eyes. “Keep talking, Selene, and I’ll find one.” “Try it,” I shot back, green eyes glinting, stepping closer, the air between us crackling. “I bite.”

I could see the admiration in their eyes, they clearly adored Diego but some seemed envious. I straightened my spine, lifted my chin, and forced a smile, trying to match Diego's composure, just like he wanted. I didn’t want these people to sense my apprehension and think I was some easy prey. But it was like they could see right through me. They started whispering in Spanish. "¿Quién es la novia tan hermosa?" ("Who is the beautiful lady?") ... Someone asked. "Es la novia cautiva..." ("She's the captive bride...") another voice replied, the words dripping with scandal.

“Show me I’m not just some replacement. Some pawn in your sick guilt trip. Touch me like you see me.” I rose without a word, grabbed her by the waist, and kissed her. Hard. She gasped against my mouth, and I backed her into the wall. Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking, challenging. I pinned her wrists above her head. “Is this what you want?” “No,” she panted. “I want you. All of you. Not the version hiding behind control.” I stepped back. “Get on the bed.” She obeyed. I grabbed the rope from the drawer and bound her wrists to the headboard. She watched every move, her chest rising fast.

“When you wake up, we’ll talk about what it really means to stand at my side.” I drifted off into a restless, dream-filled sleep while he carried me. My body felt like it was buzzing with his dark energy, like every nerve ending had been rewired. I didn’t know what tomorrow would look like in this nightmare world, but one thing was crystal clear: the rules had changed. And if Caius wanted a Queen, he was about to find out exactly how much hell a pissed-off former waitress could bring to his kingdom.

When I came out, I put on a simple white top and shorts. The book still sat on the bed, waiting. I sighed and climbed in, pulling it onto my lap. “Let’s see what this is about,” I muttered. The first few pages were full of strange words…old traditions, outdated nonsense. Then I got to the part that made my heart stop. “A Luna must obey her Alpha in all things.” “A Luna may not share a bed with her Alpha except when summoned.” “The Alpha may take a second wife if he so pleases.”

I could feel him smile against my neck as I moaned, squirting with no control with tears of pleasure threatening to spill from the corners of my eyes. "Please." I sounded breathy, my chest heaving as the shock of sensuality waved through me making my insides melt, I felt his hand come down to my ass, taking a globe in his palm and kneading it softly, "Please..." I pushed against him rocking my ass on his hard-on completely forgetting why I had to attack him downstairs. "You want to fuck your captor princess." He groaned accepting the movements of my ass against him as he pushed me further against the wall.

She was a pawn in a game that she had only just begun to comprehend, and the key I had given her was both a promise and a perilous gamble. Bella had rushed into the unknown, driven by a longing for freedom that had clouded her judgment. She didn't yet realize that freedom, in my world, came at a steep price. The car key I had bestowed upon her was not just a means of escape; it was a symbol of her newfound role in my intricate game. She had unwittingly become a player in a high-stakes match, where every move had consequences, and the lines between ally and adversary were ever-shifting.

She would run mad. Her smile had already wiped off her face at that point because of the dark thoughts she was having and when she looked at her captor, she saw that he was watching her with an odd look. They held each other’s eyes. Greens on greys. Captor and captive. She was here against her will. He kept her in a cell, fed her scraps, prevented her from having baths and had almost cut off her hand before. He hated her and wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. She hated him too, but why did she want to run toward him and not away from him whenever she saw him?

Captive! Intro: Quentin was her captor and she his captive! Julia's P.O.V. I should be pushing him away, I should be resisting him, fighting him, I shouldn't desire him. But I couldn't seem to pull my wrist from his grasp neither could I tear my lips from his as he captured my lips harshly. I should hate his kisses but fucking hell this man kisses like a man starved, my hand on his chest my only movement, the promise of what he can do to my body made evident as he swipes his tongue against mine.