Romance Or Erotica With Kidnapping Novels & Stories

His voice carried a sudden glimmer of hope. “She definitely won’t agree to have sex with Kyle in a few short months. So, let’s make Kyle the rapist and force her to have sex. She’ll definitely run away in fear.” Camilla said slowly, the smile on her lips gradually becoming more pronounced. ‘That’s right.’ Henry cheered inwardly. As far as he knew, Lysia had been kidnapped and raped by the kidnapper when she was 16. So she was very afraid of ‘sex’ and wouldn’t open herself up to anyone, including Henry, who had been her boyfriend for a year.

Wait what the hell was going on? “My people are working on getting him out of there as soon as possible, so just understand this, you have been chosen to be my son’s bride and at dinner later tonight you shall meet my Son, Alphonso, if you refuse, we will have no other choice but to kill you, this is the only way I can repay my debt to your father" With that, she grabbed the reins of her horse and skidded faster leaving me alone. “Wait a second, have i just been kidnapped by one of the psychopathic richest families in the country?"

Elodie's POV I started gently, rubbing my palms over my face, stomach, and hips. I shouldn't be here. I should have never agreed to this trip. I increased the pace, scrubbing my skin, my nails leaving red lines on my body. But that didn't stop me, I went crazy. I started screaming, working faster, blood dripping from the wounds. I don't know why I and the other girls were kidnapped, but they're certainly after our bodies. I will make sure that whoever bought me, will be disgusted by me that he wouldn't even dream of touching me.

Their absurd conversation seemed more interesting than being in the middle of parents talking about taboo subjects. "You want to ask her to stay here?" asked Uncle Dean, who was holding my shoulder, looking in the direction Rena had gone. "Ben's just looking for a safe place, Dad." "For what, a safe place for your seed?" "Dad ...., Ben will tell you later." Even though I had already told him about Rena's background as a lust-satisfier for one of Uncle Dean's rivals. Satya Erlangga is not a man who is hard to find in an internet search page. Only his good side as a construction businessman working with the government. Sex gratification itself is not uncommon as an exchange agreement.

I don’t care to figure out who it is. “No condom.” If I die after this, I want to die a satisfied woman. If these Russians don’t kill me, my people will kill me anyway. Captured spies are always in a lose-lose situation, even worse now that I actually gave them classified information. “You take her cunt,” First Guy says to Thirst Trap, who climbs the bed. “I’ll take her mouth.” With that, First Guy scoots towards me and sits in front of me with his legs apart, and his perfect cock ready for my mouth.

Hello readers, thank you for following the story so far. The plot is about to take a dark and intense turn. I made an effort to incorporate the elements of a dark romance, danger, suspense, and maybe a bit of romance. Keep in mind that the title of this book is “TAINTED LOVE” (A Dark Mafia Romance). What is the first thing that comes to your mind? If you believed the book was dark in the previous chapters, well, it has just intensified. LOL.

And having dropped the bombshell on the press, I demanded, "Would an important family like the Boswells really allow a nobody to become Mrs. Boswell? Would I really be afforded such a privilege without Sean Boswell's own agreement?" The footage of my kidnapping played just then, leaving the crowd stunned by the sheer barbarism it showed. I looked Janet in the eye from the distance then, and calmly said, "You faked suicide to steal my groom. Then, you hired thugs to kidnap me and beat me into miscarrying, even smugly sending me the video just to brag." "Did you really think I won't have evidence to catch you red-handed?" It was a pebble that kicked up a storm.

I looked up at him, my heart hammering with a potent mix of fear and raw need. Victor’s voice came out low and commanding, every syllable laced with a cool, dangerous promise. “Your third fantasy, little fan. The one you poured into your laptop at nineteen… the ruthless kidnapper who steals the blushing bride straight from the altar before she can say her sacred vows. You want me to make it real? Extreme? No mercy? I swallowed hard, my nipples tightening into aching peaks. My voice was a breathless whisper. “Yes… make it extreme. Make me feel every second of it. Kidnap me properly.”

With a heavy heart, I close the door and turn. Alessandra has her arms crossed over her chest, appearing equal parts furious and confused. “Holy shit, Zandra. What the hell were you thinking?” “Please don’t tell anyone,” I say. “He’s the man who kidnapped you!” “It’s complicated.” She rolls her eyes. “Yes, because it’s always complicated when it comes to love.” “We’re not—” “Oh, please, Juliet. I saw the whole damn thing. Be safe. You, too. God! That was so romantic I think I’m going to puke.”

Again, only something that happened in romance novels, especially those by Stacey Espino. "Romantic?" Joel sputtered. With a shove, he heaved Fernando off the log and took his place, his thigh pressing against hers in a most distracting manner. "There is nothing sexy about a stranger kidnapping you and forcing you to go through a strange ritual where he makes you his mate for life and seduces you whether you like it or not." When put like that, it sounded bad, but she wouldn't let him ruin the fantasy she'd entertained while writing her dissertation. "I could handle it if he treated me nice."