Novel & Cerita Trapped By Him

After a long time she was having fun and she was enjoying the chase. “Come to me like a good girl or if I catch you then you will be thoroughly punished.” He threatened her playfully. “First catch me.” Hiding a laugh behind her hands she continued taking cautious steps backward. “Really.”Adam raised his brows questioningly. “You don’t know what you have got yourself into. Once I catch you, you will be fucked so hard that you won’t be able to walk for days. Forget dreaming about running.” His eyes had a note of finality. With new determination he started running.

I feel like I got burned in just seeing his eyes. "I won't take you until you promise me that we're back again," he uttered a trap for me! I wanted to shout at him for making me deal with this situation! He planned this! This is a trap! He planned on seducing me and now that I am seduced...he would trap me for taking him back! Goddamn it! I'm such a fool! I didn't even think about that!

Renata was still frozen, her eyes locked on the contents of the suitcase lying open on the bed. The stacks of cash felt like something out of a movie, not something real she could actually touch with her own hands. She reached out a finger, hesitant, brushing one of the bundles as if she were afraid it might vanish the moment she touched it, or worse, turn into something far more terrifying.

Not a polite one. A sinister one. A smile that says he’s been waiting for this exact second. “Gotcha,” he says quietly. The word feels like a trap snapping shut. And for the first time tonight….Despite the music, despite the lights, despite the crowd. I feel completely cornered and trapped.

Trembling, he stretched his finger to press the answer button when one of his men shrieked from surprise. “Someone is trapped in here…” BOOM

Every window we passed was already being shuttered from the outside by silent staff. When we reached my room in the west wing, the door was already standing open. Roman walked me inside and kicked the door shut behind us. This time he did not leave immediately. He pushed me back against the heavy wooden door, blocking out the light of the room with his broad frame. He trapped my wrists against the wood above my head with one large hand, leaning in until there wasn't a single inch of space between us. “You planned an escape with another man,” he said, his voice low and cruel. “You trusted him more than you fear me.”

Even Capo wasn't acquainted about my plan, that I'll be the ultimate deity of this crime scene. I looked at that man's face, his face was all indulged in lust and passion, but soon that will be lifeless. I tried to bribe him before with the most fantastic price, but he said his principles aren't for sale. And look at him now, completely drown in my trap. The time when he'll realize he is trapped will be so late, he wouldn't be able to apologize himself, for what he indulged himself in. I smirked as I thought about his end.

"If the Xanders find out you're with Neil, they'll ruin you." "What does that have to do with you?" Caroline glared at him. "Isn't it better if you focus on leading your life well with Daniella? Can't we just stay out of each other's lives?" His response was an unexpected kiss, and Caroline attempted to push him away. Yet, he swiftly reacted, gripping her arms tightly. Trapped in his hold, she struggled to break free, resorting to biting him forcefully. He winced in pain but showed no intention of letting go. Instead, he raised his hand, holding the back of her head, intensifying the kiss.

“You did everything you could. That boy… he was lucky to have you. You saved him in every way that mattered. Do not blame yourself.” I shake my head, sobbing. “But he… he’s gone… he didn’t deserve that. I failed him, Alexander…” He leans closer, brushing a wet strand of hair from my face, his touch careful but possessive. “No,” he whispers firmly. “You didn’t fail anyone. Life… life is cruel sometimes. But you… you are strong. And I will make sure you never feel helpless again.” My body trembles under the weight of his presence. His hand moves to cup my cheek, thumb brushing lightly over my wet tears. I feel the possessiveness, the protection, the quiet promise that no harm will touch me if

Like maybe that’s what he’s been waiting for. The engines roar louder, and the cabin seems to close in around me. Trapped. Utterly, completely trapped.