Romance Novels With Captive Heroine Novels & Stories

I've come to realize that the more time I spend around Javier, whether alone or in the midst of company, my little brain gets fogged up and sends the wrong signal to… my heart. It even feels off saying it and I know why. It's because I shouldn't feel this way towards my captor. Yes he's impossibly attractive and what I think a man should be like but that's just about it. I don't even know him well enough like that.

He said. Daphne slowly started to pull off her dress as Godric watched her, when she was naked, he carried her to his bed, pinned her hand on the mattress, and thrusted himself into his wife. She moaned in pain, but a smile crept onto her lips. With Belena and her child in the grave, she knew Godric would keep to his promise.

"When she remembers all the things that you've done? What then?" There was a silence between them. And then—smiled. "Then I'll see to it that she'll have no other place to go Alexandria." Alexandria's own air was caught in her throat. Panicked comprehension squeezed her heart. "You're keeping her in captivity," she panted. "You're not controlling only her magic. You're shattering her mind." Vladimir closed in, his breath against her skin. "I'm keeping her safe. Something you can never possibly comprehend."

What was she now? Not a prisoner anymore, that much was clear. But not exactly free either. She lived in his estate, trained with his men, ate at his table. She existed in this strange limbo between captive and... what? Girlfriend seemed too simple a word for whatever they were becoming. "You're mine," Barry said, his voice dropping to that dangerous rumble that made her stomach flip. "You've been mine since the moment your brother offered you as collateral. I just didn't know it yet."

~Ioana~ Numb. That's how I felt. My eyelashes fluttered open, light flooded in, floor-to-ceiling window barred with delicately crafted iron rods. Even in captivity—in such a rushed work that didn't forget to make something so gruesome look luxurious. My fingers dug into the satin bedsheets, attempting to push myself up, only to wince in pain. Turning my head to the side, a girl looked back at me, complexion pallid as death, dull hazel stared back at me.

He shrugged out of his ruined suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor without ceremony. Elara swallowed hard. “You’re not… you’re not really going to—” “Rape you?” He finished the sentence for her, the word blunt and ugly in his mouth. He climbed onto the bed, one knee sinking into the mattress between her bound legs. “No, princess. I don't take women without their consent. You'll beg for it.” He leaned over her, caging her with his arms braced on either side of her head. His face hovered inches above hers. She could smell the copper tang of blood mixed with that dark, expensive cologne and the faint burn of whiskey still clinging to him.

His hands are everywhere now, a blurred map of fire across my skin: * He cupped my breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers. * He traced the curve of my neck and the line of my stomach. * He gripped my hips and squeezed the soft flesh of my ass. I feel like I am literally on fire. But I can't stop him. His lips are so sweet, so smooth—they taste like honey coated in sugar, an overwhelming sweetness that drowns out the bitterness of my past. His tongue tangles with mine again, and that finally shatters the last of my restraints. I am no longer a wife, a victim, or a prisoner. I am just a woman who needs this man.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

Lies, obsession, and forbidden love blur the lines between loyalty and betrayal, leaving them tangled in a web where survival demands the ultimate sacrifice. This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. TROPES: MAFIA Amnesia Enemies to Lover MM/MFM Revenge Forced Marriage ______ CAGED- A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTÎVE ROMANCE SYNOPSIS ERICA Kidnapped. Sold. Caged. I should’ve known. But with the monster I was familiar with locked in a mental asylum I stopped looking over my shoulder. And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment.

the man purred smoothly. “Please, just let me go. I can do anything else, just not what you asked. Please,” I pleaded, my voice cracking into a sob. “Fine, Senorita. Accepted. You won’t pleasure me? No problem. Just empty your glass and you can go. You’ll be free.” “Really?” My brow furrowed, my eyes darting frantically from the glass to his face, which remained unnervingly calm. “You’re really crushing my ego, Señorita.”