Romance Or Erotica With Kidnapping Novels & Stories

As he pounded into her, he whispered dirty talk into her ear, telling her how sexy she looked and cursing every time she did something that turned him on. He spanked her lightly at first, but as she begged for more, he hit her harder, leaving her skin red and tingling. Penelope was lost in a haze of desire, feeling completely taken by Liam's dominating presence. He choked her lightly, making sure not to put too much pressure on her windpipe, and left scratch marks down her back with his nails.

Sara could hear how soaked she was every time he pumped his fingers in and out. “Yes… right there,” she gasped. Her thighs started to shake. She reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him against her. Professor Kane did not seem to mind. He ate her out with more hunger, licking and sucking like he had been starving for her. Sara’s orgasm built fast. The pressure grew in her belly, spreading down to her pussy. Her walls clenched around his fingers again and again. She tried to stay quiet, but small whimpers kept escaping.

"I've always wanted to taste you princess you really are beautiful and I will not be surprised if the silver alpha didn't just choose you to be a sex slave for nothing... I want to taste you real quick before I end your life..." He quickly unchained her legs with her hands still bound and pinned her down to the ground with his strong arms. Miranda kicked and yelled as he did. "Let me go you bastard! Let me go... don't f****** touch me! Let me go!!" Samara on the other hand, said nothing and watched, her heart in ecstasy at the show. It would have been thrilling if the kidnapper hadn't promised to kill them both after raping Miranda.

Deeper. “You used the key,” he murmured. “I couldn’t stay away.” He took the notebook from my hands and read the vow I’d written earlier in the day, voice low and rough. “I vow to let you take me anywhere, anytime… even when your fiancée is steps away, because the danger only makes me yours more completely.” He set it aside and stripped the emerald dress off me in one fluid motion. This time he laid me down on the sectional, spread my legs wide, and worshipped me with his mouth until I was shaking and begging.

He paced a tight circle, running hands through his hair. “You think you can just throw me away?” he muttered. “After everything? I gave you five years. I-” “You gave me nothing,” I said quietly. “You took. You cheated. You lied. And now you’re kidnapping me because you’re broke and scared and out of moves.” He stopped pacing. Turned. His eyes were wild. “I’m not scared,” he snapped. “I’m taking back what’s mine. Half the company. Half the money. Half the life you stole.”

"Finally awake, sleeping beauty?" I forced myself upright on my knees, because there was no way I would let this man see me as small as I felt. Just no way. "You kidnapped me, Alessandro." "Is that it? Is that what I did? Hmmm. I'll like to call it relocating you to a better location," Alessandro replied smoothly, his eyes flicking to the chains as if he wanted to admire his little handwork. "But yes, we can call it with the technical term since that is what you like."

“I’ll be back! And this time I’m gagging you with your own damn seatbelt!” She pokes her head out the window, still grinning. “Bring duct tape! And extra hash browns!” I flip her off with both hands, helmet ears flopping in fury, and storm back to my bike. This kidnapping is officially the worst rom-com in history. She wasn’t even fucking scared. No, she just laughed, asked for coffee like we were on a brunch date, and casually explained why she has a dildo for a gear stick. I stare across at her, jaw on the floor, bunny helmet still on, visor fogging with pure, unfiltered rage. She slides into the driver’s side like she’s stealing my kidnapping, leans out the window, and flashes that smirk

Alessia gasped, dragging a lazy finger along the inside of Isadora’s sticky thigh, making the poor girl twitch and whimper. “Fucking delicious,” Brielle purred, running a slow, teasing hand down Isadora’s trembling arm. “You didn’t tell us she was this cute, Caterina.” “She’s Dom’s. The famous doctor he kidnapped” “But maybe…just maybe…if we ask nicely…he’ll share.” Brielle and Alessia giggled like they were sharing the best secret in the world. “She’s fucking perfect,” Alessia said. “Dom’s gonna lose his fucking mind because of her!!”

They both looked at Clara and Edward and then they exchanged a glance of concern among themselves. “You are serious, aren’t you? You are the girl who is supposed to be handed over to the boss. You aren’t joking! Are you?” Johny didn’t even know what to think! Clara’s facial expression revealed that what she said was true but it was something impossible because Johny knows exactly when the kidnapping has happened! How can the person kidnapped fall in love and marry her kidnapper just in a few days?? How can the kidnapper especially when the one is like Mark, fall in love with the prey and also get married??

’ She sat primly, back ramrod straight, knees together hands folded neatly on her lap avoiding all eye contact with him by looking at the floor, ‘Can you explain a little about the reason that brought you here to me?’ He asked gently but she appeared carved from stone remaining stubbornly silent and still and it was Caleb who cleared his throat and spoke, ‘Trina was kidnapped by her friend's husband who is very into the BDSM lifestyle, he wanted to break her and make her into a submissive because he was in serious financial trouble and he had sold her to a rich Cartel Leader.’ Caleb paused for breath and he saw Katrina stiffen her hands were clenched so tightly together that her knuckles wer