Stockholm Syndrome Romance Novels Novels & Stories

His hand under my shirt traced the curve of my waist, thumb brushing the underside of my bra. The party noise faded. All I could feel was the heat of him, the way his breath stuttered when I kissed him back just as hard. “Ah… Asher…” My voice betrayed me the second he pressed closer. He was already hard. I was already gone enough to forget we were in the middle of a packed kitchen. Then someone shouted my name and reality slammed back in. “ISLA!” Kai’s voice cut through everything, high, furious, and way too close. “Get your fucking hands off her, Asher!@

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.

Sirens shrieked above them—emergency lockdown triggered. “We need to move. Now.” They ran. Smoke chased them. Lights died behind them. The building began to self-destruct. --- Later – Vienna Flat The quiet was deafening. Serena sat at the window, knees drawn up, staring at her reflection in the glass. Her face. But not just hers. Beta’s too. Same features. Same DNA. Same everything… except the soul. Damien approached and rested a hand on her shoulder. “She’s gone,” he murmured.

It scorches my throat, but it's not enough to burn away the dread clawing inside me. I stumble into the bathroom, phone in hand, and scroll to the number my fatherdemandedl save.Isaac Kozlov.My future husband. My future captor. I'd sworn I wouldn't text him. That I'd play the perfect daughter until I could find my escape. But the tequila hums in my blood, loosening my restraint and sharpening something reckless. If I was going to sabotage this marriage, why not start now? You're old. The three dots appear immediately.

"But that's alright. I like liars. They're so much more fun to break." His thumb hooks under the fabric, pulling it aside, and then his fingers are sliding through my wetness, collecting the evidence of my arousal. I'm trembling, my body caught between fear and desire, between the memory of Soren's gentle exploration and Evren's aggressive possession. "Look how responsive you are," he breathes against my ear, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is still catching up." One finger slides inside me, and I cry out at the sudden intrusion. He's not gentle like Soren was, his touch is demanding, claiming, as if he's mapping my inner walls, memorizing

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

TRIGGER WARNING! While there are no details, there is mention of Gang-rape and torture in this chapter. For updates, chapter previews and exciting book announcements, including updates on The Deviant CEO Book III, follow me on I*******m @amandastjames.vw ******************************** Chapter Sixteen Ella’s Point of View

Paul was afraid of what would happen if Lillie and Jennifer found out about each other. Lillie was preparing for the standing Friday Night date with Paul. She was cooking his favorite dinner. The dining room was filled with candles. The table was set with her finest China. The glasses were crystal. In the middle of the table was a floral arrangement made with red and white roses. Lillie knew Paul was going to try to end their relationship. The roses were perfect for the night to come. Red roses for Blood, and white roses for tears. She hoped that when he saw the table was set elegantly , with the red and white roses as the centerpiece, he would not carry out his plans. She wanted him to beli

She learned more or less about design psychology, and from the interior design of Adam's apartment, Yara was able to underline Adam's character which was still very clear and cold. With the dominance of black and adopting a minimalist design, the apartment really feels cold. There were no decorations or ornaments that decorated the apartment, as if the apartment was only used for sleeping, not for living. Yara plopped down on the sofa, then stretched her legs while sipping the ice vanilla latte that she had bought before she went up to Adam's unit. Suddenly Yara chuckled as she remembered how she asked her parents for permission and how she was going to make Adam pay for what he did.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a