Romance Or Erotica With Kidnapping Novels & Stories

"I could get at least five guys on my fucking bed with just a snap of my fingers." "Then what do you want?" At this point, I am willing to give him whatever he wants just to leave this nightmare behind me, I need to go back to my life. "I want everything, I want you to love and adore me. I want you your love, mind, soul and your fucking body. I want your entire being, I want you to be crazy about me, I need you to live and breathe for me... I want to own everything about you pastor Ethan Morano, I want you to be my husband and answer my last name, I want you to submit to me and I want you to do it willingly." He went on and on and the more he made his request, the more I got scared.

The knowledge that this was the moment I wouldn’t come back from. He set the wine glass down and stood. Every step he took made my pulse stutter. He circled me slowly. Like a predator. Like someone savoring the fear and the heat radiating off my skin. Then his hand wrapped in my hair, yanking my head back. “You want to be ruined, don’t you?” I whimpered. “Yes, sir.” “Then you’ll learn to kneel when you ache, not speak.” He dragged me to the floor and shoved two fingers into my mouth.

''Ezra said, 'Eros can also cast ilusion on other people of his choices we going to use this to our advantaged ''Ezra said, ''Everyone We are going to stage a kidnapping. ''Ezra said, ''Of who?'' ''Me of course.''Ezra said,

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.

Sandra I watched as Joseph's smile completely left his face. It saddened me that he couldn't enjoy much time before something else arises, although, he sure seemed to enjoy himself not long prior to this call. I was zoning out, thinking of his hands on my skin, his breath on my neck. It was getting me worked up all over again. I heard his voice raise snapping me back into the present. "We had a deal! Tomorrow, we will meet you Tommasso, not until then." It sounded like he was talking straight from that dark place inside of him. The one that turns me on, the one I don't think he had when we met before, at least not like this. I stood and walked beside him, placing my hand on his arm. When I t

What the actual fuck? She began to bang on the door really loudly calling out for somebody to help her. She yelled and carried on for as long as she could before she tired herself out. What the fuck was happening? The bastard returned an hour later with some coffee and breakfast for her. Callie was actually dumbstruck. He was really doing this. “Thought you might want something to eat.” “This is kidnapping Tristan. Do you understand that? You have kidnapped me. I am here against my will. You will go to prison for this…”

He slams the door, runs around to the other side and gets in, and barks at the poor man in the driver’s seat to get going. “Hi again, Long time no see,” I say calmly but yet in a sing song voice. ignoring Reid completely I tried not to squirm under his harsh stare, well it's not my fault I escaped.. I mean I was kidnapped in the first place, and no matter how handsome the kidnapper looks that doesn't or rather shouldn't foil my escape plans.. Even if I want to kiss his lips till their swollen and him panting my name.. Fuck! See? One shouldn't be fantazing about one’s kidnapper it isn't normal.

Book 5 features new characters and storylines, all centered around dark romance and forced marriage to the merciless Mafia. *** I was taken by the enemy, kidnapped by a monster. A ruthless Bratva leader, decades older, claims me as his rightful prize. Forced to wear his ring, our sham marriage seals my fate. I’m an innocent, untouched, and now his captive bride. Bound to his will, my freedom is a distant memory. He’s the darkness that haunts my every waking moment.

He glanced at me again with an air of confidence. "Boss lady ordered us to pick you up with specific instructions...whatever you did really upset her." He glanced at me with lewd looks, it sent shivers all over my spine. He checked my hands, which still remained tight, before rushing back upstairs. In my isolation, I kept pondering which "Boss lady" had I upset to be kidnapped. The only woman who has the means and tenacity to order such a gruesome act is Diane. A wave of anger washed over me, as I couldn't imagine the animosity she had against me to do this. I always watched people being abducted in movies, but no one ever imagines it will happen to them.

"Get out and close the door, was his one command, and every person in the room was gone, leaving only two, wherein Inez was standing in front of the closed door, screaming at them to unlock it. Damien walked slowly towards her and stood behind her, gripping both of her wrists with his hand, then placed his chin on her neck from alongside and inhaled her fragrance. "Now you're mine by hook or crook, and you've made another huge mistake, Princess," he adds, massaging his hands. He was both disgusting and aggravating; she never imagined herself in this circumstance. She had always dreamed of living peacefully, but now she is kidnapped by the Mafia King. She closed her eyes and felt an unidentif