Romantic Captain Darling Novels & Stories

They exchanged a guilty glance. Darling tried to recover quickly. “We… um… cleaned the part you can see. The rest is artistically arranged chaos.” I burst into laughter. “Artistically arranged, huh?” “Yes!” Darling beamed. “We worked very hard.” Paris’s sunlight caught his curls, turning them golden. Dillion looked exactly like him—same eyes, same smile—but Darling was the more dramatic one, while Dillion carried a quiet confidence, a steadiness I admired deeply. I shook my head and sighed in mock defeat. “Fine. Shopping it is.”

“The highest-ranking captains are coming for their private evening with you. I want that pussy glistening and ready.” I rolled over immediately, spreading my thighs obscenely and reaching down to part my swollen, cum-slick folds. “Yes, Queen Elena… I’m dripping for them already. Use your captive however you want tonight.” The door opened and four elite captains entered, tall, tattooed, and radiating dangerous power. Their eyes locked onto my exposed body with raw hunger. Elena smiled and gestured toward me. “She’s all yours first. Break her in for the night.” The biggest captain, a man named Victor with a deep scar across his abs, climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs.

Now that she thought about it, she wondered why he had gone to such a length to carry out such a charade before his people. "Marcelyn?" Darell called her name to remind her of the question he had asked her earlier. His wolf was beginning to react to their intimate proximity and Darell didn't want to get up to avoid adding more petrol to her already burning anger. "I caught you and that vicious redhead woman making love." She blurted out before she could control herself. Darell looked at her feeling very confused. What? Lovemaking? That too, with the woman his mother had chosen for him and he had rejected?

Her luscious lips were adorned with a sweet smile that was simply captivating. Brian was captivated by his best friend and couldn't look away from her. On the other side, Warren was completely mesmerized by Emily's beauty and was staring at her with his jaw dropped. He thought that everything about her was perfect tonight. As the crowd was looking at Emily, Warren was feeling possessive and wanted to take her away from the other men who were also staring at her. With the assistance of butler Frank, he pressed a button on his wheelchair and approached the end of the stairs.

“You might really need my help. If you decide to accept my proposal, come to DrDB and show them this card. They’ll let you in immediately.” Still frozen, Calantha didn’t move, so Favian slipped the card between her fingers. His touch lingered for a moment before he pulled back. “Stay safe, and I’ll just make it clear to you. I don’t see you as a desperate gold digger. My nephew likes you, so you’re the perfect candidate,” He said before walking away. As she watched him disappear into the night, Calantha shook her head, still unable to register the reality of this man’s identity. There was no way this man could be the famous Favian Drake. It had to be a coincidence… right?

______ . . . ○ ○ ○ O L I V I A ○ ○ ○ . “This is coffee caramello, one of the best-sellers.” The attendant placed two slices in front of us. I shook my head before I even took a bite. “We have way too much coffee as it is, and so do most of our guests. The last thing we need at the wedding is something that tastes like coffee.” The attendant nodded and was about to pick the plates back up when Jackson stopped her. “Well, we have not had any coffee today so why not try it out? What if you fall in love with it despite your reservations?”

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

With his mission accomplished, the captain returned to the cockpit, leaving Damiano and Thea to celebrate together. The flight attendant appeared with more champagne and a silver platter of delicate appetizers. Damiano ate and drank, but Thea touched nothing. It didn’t particularly trouble him. This wasn’t a love marriage. It was about duty, commitment, and responsibility, as well as restoring honor to his family. “Thea Chiaramonte,” he said, trying it out as he studied her paleness and her blue eyes that looked far too big for her small face. “Mrs. Damiano Chiaramonte. It sounds so good, don’t you think so?”