Stockholm Syndrome Books Romance Novels & Stories

The man was still asleep, cock half-hard and nestled possessively between Kai’s ass cheeks, dried cum flaking on Kai’s thighs from last night’s brutal claiming. For a long moment, Kai didn’t move. He catalogued every sensation: the deep ache in his hole, the way his body still felt stretched and used, the faint bruises on his hips where Damien’s fingers had dug in while he pounded him raw. His own cock twitched traitorously at the memory. This is Stockholm Syndrome, he told himself. You’re supposed to hate him. But his body melted back against Damien’s chest anyway. Damien stirred. The arm around Kai’s waist tightened, and a large hand slid down to cup his soft cock and balls, holding them l

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The sun finally dipped below the jagged horizon of the Blackwood Range, and with it, the human mask I wore during the day began to itch. I sat across from her in our small, cozy cottage-the domestic lie we lived. To her, I was Thorne, the quiet woodsman who had rescued her from the city's chaos. She didn't see the shadow that lived behind my eyes, nor did she feel the way my marrow burned with a hunger that only her blood and her sex could sate.

But with them around, I didn't know if I could keep that promise. “Yes,” Mitch said in a rough voice. “Say you want us, sister.” I should have pushed them all away. I should have run back upstairs. But the heat in their eyes, the way their bodies boxed me in, and the thick, syrupy tension in the air melted my resistance. And I was so aroused. I could already feel myself growing wet. Hans's hand slid from my arm, over my shoulder, until his fingers tangled in my hair. He pulled gently, angling my head back, and said, “Say it, Yassy.”

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Pleasing his wife meant trying to share some of her interests, but he didn’t expect to be pages deep into a story about some Afghans and their wars. This was not a romance story. He shut the copy of A Thousand Splendid Suns. He only enjoyed her mafia romance novels when he was reading them to her, or he would have started with those. They contained lots of misinformation about the mafia, but Camilla cared more for the main leads happy ever afters so he kept shut. Maybe that was why she liked the books. They were a respite from her mafia reality. The long-awaited call came in. His phone buzzed on the hotel bed, and he tossed the book on it. He picked up the device and murmured a gruff, “Tell

The way his lips curved when he looked at her, like he knew secrets she didn't. What was wrong with her? Three months ago she'd been a normal person with a normal life. Now she was sitting in the lap of one of the most dangerous men in Europe, her heart racing, her skin tingling everywhere he touched. This was Stockholm syndrome. Had to be. Some kind of trauma response. Except she'd felt this same pull with Dante on the beach. Before Rodrigo. Before any of this. "I'm not crazy," she whispered. More to herself than to him.

She was sick, having spent so much time with him that she had developed Stockholm syndrome, making her believe she had fallen in love. Tiodor stood still, waiting for Libia to continue speaking, but she didn’t. “You’d better say everything exactly as I told you,” he ordered. She nodded. “In three days, you’ll be back home,” he informed her before leaving the room. A lump formed in her throat. In her mind, she repeated that this was the right thing, that once again, her need for affection had made her believe things that weren’t real, that he wasn’t a good man.

The next morning, golden sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Reed family penthouse, bathing the open-plan kitchen in a warm glow. Isabella stood at the marble island wearing nothing but one of Alex’s oversized white button-down shirts. The hem barely skimmed the tops of her smooth thighs, and the thin fabric did little to hide the way her full breasts moved freely beneath it, her nipples faintly visible. Her long chestnut hair was tousled from a restless night, falling in messy waves around her flushed face. She moved mechanically, brewing coffee, trying desperately to shake off the vivid, forbidden dreams that had haunted her sleep—dreams of rough hands, a deeper v

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 laugh at them when I saw Sava roll her eyes and made the sound ‘blah, blah, blah. They are twins after all. I certainly notice that Sevi loves to read books about the solar system, financing, motivational books, Einstein's theories, evolution, and business math. There are many more advanced books category that we collected this morning when we fixed his room. At an early age how could he have been interested in that kind of book, he was truly one in a million. But then I look at the book he was reading right now. It was also connected to their longing for not having a father, both of them are certainly looking for a father’s love. Damn, this kid is seriously killing it.