Romance Or Erotica With Kidnapping Novels & Stories

“I recorded a sex tape of the rape, to threaten her with if she ever tried to escape me. If she ever tried to run away. Said I’d have it sold to sick-minded fucks who’d kill for a wank, a masturbation over that delicious body. Who enjoyed watching forceful sex. And it made her sick to her stomach. “It made her sick to her fucking stomach. I thought I’d done my part. I thought that with all I threatened her with, she wouldn’t dare to leave me. Sure, I was a fucked-up man. And I had a fucked-up way of showing my emotions. Showing her my feelings. But I loved her. I fucking loved her. She was my prize. My sweet, innocent prize. My fucking possession. My trophy. I’d taken her virginity. She was

“This Sienna lady is a total con artist.” I bite my lip and feel my legs shaking. I’m not a con artist, and I’m definitely not Sienna, but I want to know what he tastes like again. He’s the one who came to me. He’s the one who kidnapped me and made me have an orgasm even after I told him he had the wrong girl. He shouldn't be able to blame me if I let myself enjoy a little bit of what he usually does for her, right? I ask myself the question and I already know the answer. I've gone totally crazy. But I don't think I care anymore.

She couldn't see where they were going because the car was covered in black glass. Who were these men and what did they want with her? they knew her deepest secret and it was scaring her. who was the lady they were dragging and touching earlier and how come she was carried instead of that lady. Was it a planned work or was it one of the men she had met that day? what if it was the man who she slapped while he was touching her. Is this his plan of revenge, or was it the man she walked out on when she asked her to be his mistress or it could have been the third man because he said something about her not coming from a rich background? Did he know her parents or her story and could any of those

"Let's play a game instead. If both you and I end up kidnapped, who do you think Julian is going to save first?" She tilted her head, looking utterly confident, as if she already knew the answer. In the Iron Claw Pack, rogue kidnappings happened all the time. But I was still Julian's mate—no low-level rogue would ever dare kidnap the pack's Luna on their own. But Kierra? She had nothing to lose, and no boundaries left to cross. I lay on the cold floor, my body trembling—not from fear of death, but from sheer disgust. I couldn't fathom how someone could be so utterly vile.

The following books are for mature audiences with dark themes and Anti-heroes that you'll hate but end up loving them. These books contain intense sèxual themes and can/may have non/con, dubious consent. These are dark books. All these books are COMPLETED. 1. CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTÎVE ROMANCE ____ Blurb ____ 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.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

I leaned forward, voice quiet and sharp. “I was kidnapped, stabbed, and left for dead while my husband played sugar daddy to a pregnant woman who wasn’t me. My sister nearly died in a car crash while her husband was off playing house with the same woman. We’re not asking you to get involved. We’re asking you to do your job.” He stared for a long time. Then, finally, he nodded. “I’ll see what I can find.” That night, we went back to our old house, not wanting to see the Moretti before the divorce.

"I'd recommend not trying to escape. The villa is quite large. You'd get lost. And I'd hate to have to come find you." The threat hung in the air between them. Or was it a promise? "Though perhaps," he added, his voice dropping an octave, "part of me hopes you'll try." The door closed behind him with a soft click. Elena heard the lock turn. She stood frozen by the window, staring at the place he'd been, her heart still racing, her skin still burning where he'd touched her. What the hell was wrong with her? She'd been kidnapped. Drugged. Brought to a foreign country against her will by a man who claimed her dead father had promised her to him like some kind of medieval bride price. This shoul

Lord Moore's body was shaking in anger as he bowed, he threw a very menacing and cold glare at Erica who was shaking angrily. " Where's the Gamma?" Erica asked with a painful smirk as she left her seat and stood before Kaden. " Pardon?" Cole chirped in but the glare she sent him meant he should keep his mouth shut. " You don't know where he is? Well, your so-called mate might be over somewhere with your Gamma, screwing themselves." She smirked. " Wow, seems the Alpha doesn't know of the secret romance between his Gamma and so called mate!" Erica hissed, according to what Callum usually told her but before she knew it, Kaden who had never touched a woman with a harmful thought gripped her nec

The manner at which she’s one with her own body, the manner at which she sexually gratifies me even from a distance—she’s far from innocent. She’s sin, an embodiment of forbidden pleasure. And she embodies sexuality so demurely, in a manner that allows me no escape from her enchantment. Slowly, Oceane crawls to the middle of the bed, revealing her ass to me. My imaginations run wild with the dirty things I could do to that ass. Spank it until my fingers are imprinted on her plush skin. Whip her until the straps of my leather whip have marked her skin. Perhaps carve my blade into that ass—carve my initials into the skin.