Trapped By Him Novels & Stories

"This isn’t what I want, Kaya. You know that." His voice softened as well. “I know. But it’s too late to change anything now.” Too late. I've heard those words too many times in the past few days. “Do you ever feel trapped?” I asked, turning to face him. “Like you’re bound to something you can’t escape?” He didn’t answer right away. His eyes went toward the window, then back to me. “Maybe,” he admitted. “But I’d rather be trapped with you than free without you.”

I back away from him but find myself trapped between my bed and him. “That was not very funny baby.” He says. “Actually it was.” I retort. “Your laugh reached an impressive pitch,” I tell him. He shuts my door and walks towards me. I am trapped and he knows it. I try to squeeze by him but it doesn’t work. He grabs me around the waist. “I don’t think so.” He whispers in my ear.

He could taste the metallic taste of blood in his mouth with just that one slap. "Now tell me." The lady was now looming over him. He tried to move backwards, but he was restrained by the ropes he was tied with. What have he gotten himself into? This will not be easy to escape from. He was outnumbered and by trained men. He could feel the lady's finger moving in his cheek in a soft caress. "Okay. I really look up to him. He is a very capable business man and he was able to bring his company to the lime light in just a few years..."

But then his foot moved forward just as I tried to slam the door shut. I scowled, pushing harder, but he was stronger, and he wedged himself in effortlessly. “You don’t get to do that,” I hissed. “Do what?” His voice was too calm. “Act like you care.” He exhaled slowly, shaking his head, as if he was exhausted, as if I was the one being unreasonable. And then, without warning, he stepped fully into the room forcing me to step back and he shut the door behind him. And just like that, I was trapped with him.

His fingers slowed, dragging out the feeling just enough to keep me right on edge. “I’m not done with you yet.” And at that point— I knew I was completely trapped in him. Hell, this is pure torture!

I wouldn't give him that satisfaction of seeing me in pain. God knows how much I loathed him. I loathe his voice, his scent, his very existence. For twelve years, I’d been trapped in this nightmare. Ever since my own father, no, Dante, sold me to this monster like I was nothing, the scars on my skin were stories… but the ones inside? They never stopped bleeding. “You’re nothing but my little puppet,” he said with that cruel smirk, tightening his grip on my arm. “So you bow, and you tremble… because I own you.”

As he did so she jerked away from him. "Maybe I shouldn't have done that." He said while pulling his hand back. "Have you ever felt afraid of something?" She asked. "Afraid. Yes, for once" "So what did you do to end that fear?" "I subjugated that fear to myself." Evelyn frowned her eyebrows. "But how?" "Your next class is about to start...you should go now." He stood up without answering her and walked in the opposite direction. Maybe I am thinking wrong. Why Sebastian would do this to me.

Like I meant something. And that was the most dangerous of all. I couldn't fight him and want him at the same time. I couldn't help but touch him and despise what he'd done. Couldn't be his prisoner and his desire. But I was. All of it. Trapped by circumstance and now, trapped by want. And I had no worse idea.

And I didn’t know if I could stop him. As I walked across the room, I glanced back at him. His eyes were dark with desire and something more—something I couldn’t place. But it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. Because I was still trapped. Trapped in his world. Trapped by him. And there was no way out.