Romance Or Erotica With Kidnapping Novels & Stories

I refuse to let this man think I’m weak, so if I have to hold his gaze for the next hour, then so be it. The longer we stare at each other, neither of us moving an inch, the more it fuels the fire simmering deep in my core. I don’t know why it ignited or why I haven’t put it out yet. Maybe it’s the way his thick arms rest on the chair, the tattoos on his right arm on full display, or the taut muscles beneath the thin material of the black T-shirt clinging to his torso. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been chained to his bed for who knows how long, and I’m craving a human touch—someone to touch me, kiss me, please me. I’m aware such thoughts about my kidnapper are wrong. Borderline fucked up, e

She cleared her throat, and kept some distance between us. “Was it?” I mouthed. I knew nothing about romance. She rolled her eyes at me. “Can you take me home?” “What are you gonna eat? I will ask the…” “You are not going to take me home? Then leave me alone because the moment I get out of here I gonna call the cops on you!” I chuckled, she amused me. “On what charge?” I asked, and folded my arms. I watched her lips moved, her eyes darting before meeting mine. “Kidnapping.”

The dam of passion burst open as we wildly groped each other like a couple of teenagers who had been grounded for a year! After we petted for a few minutes, Eva grabbed my bulging crotch and growled, “I fucking want you.” I croaked weakly, “Yes” as she led me by the hand into the next room, pulling off her tank top and skirt as we walked between the rooms. Obviously, she did a bit of wardrobe planning for tonight!

Liam’s mouth found my nipple as he sucked softly, his tongue flicking the sensitive peak. “You taste so good, Kara,” he mumbled, his hands sliding down to tug my shorts off, leaving me fully bare. “Open for me.” I obeyed, spreading my thighs as his fingers brushed my entrance, already wet. “Oh fuck, Liam,” I gasped, my hips twitching. “Touch me there.” Adam moved behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass through his shredded pants. “You’re so hot like this, Kara,” he growled, biting my. “Bend over for me, let me feel you.”

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.)

Oh gosh, why was this so complicated to comprehend? His arms never wrapped around me. The only thing he did was mumble softly, "Then stop running away from me." A new wave of anger coursed through my veins, boiling my blood with rage. He had just kidnapped me from my wedding, massacred 200 of my people, ripped me apart from everyone and everything I held dear, and left me in the cold and dark dungeons to rot and go insane. And still, after doing the worst to me, he had the fucking guts to say that...?

Dante didn’t hate me and Domenico and I have grown closer. So why did I have this dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach? *** “Abraham? It’s Sylvana.” “Sylvana! What the fuck, didn’t Dante kill you?!” “No, they’ve kidnapped me. I’m currently locked in a room at Dragonetti estate, forced to marry Domenico as punishment. They… violate me in the worst possible way… every night, every second of the day!” *sobbing* “Your father would have their heads if he were still alive!”

He started, but I cut him off and said, "No Liam. Let me tell you. He kidnapped us one day as we were returning from our college to our dorms. Everything blacked out and we were taken to a secluded place I don't know where. That's when everything started to get worse, it was a torture of [Don't read this if you are not comfortable with reading rape scenes.] I fluttered open my eyes to see Isabella was lying there still unconscious. I shook her and finally, she opened her eyes. I looked around to see that it was a dark room with a dim light. My heart drummed around my chest in panic. We got kidnapped and we don't even know the reason. Finally, the door opened to see a man in his fifties came

“Tell me who owns you.” “You do,” I gasped. “You own me, Dante.” He rewarded me by slamming into me harder. His hand came down — spanking my breast, then pinching my nipple until I screamed. “Look at you,” he sneered. “Legs spread for the man who kidnapped you. Dripping all over my cock like a desperate slut.” He leaned down and bit my neck — hard enough to leave a mark. Then lower, sucking my nipple into his mouth and biting down. Pain and pleasure twisted together until I couldn’t tell them apart.

he pleads, his grip on her hand tightening. Rafael looks at her and says, “I love you; that's why you're still alive. Do you even know what kidnapping is? In kidnapping, we have to hand-tie the person who we kidnapped and throw them into a dark, small basement room with no light, no food, no water, and no way out until we get what we want, but, see yourself, you are free in all ways, like free to go anywhere, free to do anything , free for everything except one thing, and that's , he leans toward her and says, "To think about another man , to spend time with another man, to talk and laugh with another man, to be touched by another man, DO YOU UNDERSTAND BABYGIRL, YOU ARE FUCKING MINE AND I W