Trapped By Him Novels & Stories

he whispered, his lips brushing against her skin. Sophia’s breath hitched as his grip on her tightened. She couldn’t resist the pull of his touch, the way he made her feel both terrified and alive. It was like she was falling into a trap she couldn’t escape, and yet, part of her didn’t want to. She was trapped in his world now, and there was no way out. ---

She's not even getting a chance to speak when he continued. "Now, let's get to business." His dark green eyes seems to look at her deeply through her eyelids, and Ava feels like melting and getting drowned by his stare. "We doesn't have any business," Boss BD chuckle giving Ava goosebumps. "Yes we have, Ava. You are still breathing now because of me. I save you from those men you have a debt with. And in exchange of that..." he suddenly reached out and touched her chin softly. "You are going to be my sex slave. You must obey all my command. You are now trapped in my dominant ways. And there's no turning back."

I wanted to move away from his to touch, but he pulled me into an embrace and then whispered in my ears… “You should never try to play smart with me, you know… just like what you did today. Did you actually think that I was going to let you off just like that?” I struggled to free myself from his embrace, but his grip was very strong. I beat his chest weakly, but his grip only became firmer. “What do you want from me?” I asked, exhausted. “We shouldn't be in this room. My grandparents are resting at the moment. You wouldn't want to wake them up, would you? He pinned me against the wall this time around, then possessed my lip in a rough kiss. “What do I want?” He repeated my question, “I plan

At once, she turned around until his body was right facing the man beside her. "I'm working on it," said Anna. Baldwin swallowed again. He almost lost control and was about to grab Anna's hips and then crush the mound of meat wrapped in red lipstick, but, Anna turned her face again. "Damned!" thought Baldwin grumpily.

he said. "That's dumb," I murmured. "Yup. We are adults now, so I don't have to listen to him," he grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Well...I mean...that's great, but I'm not doing it!" I cried. "Do what?" he asked. "You...I mean...date you!" I said. No way I can be with him. Ansel was right. He is not to be trusted! I tried to take my hand away, but he held it tightly.

His every instinct screamed to break free, but he was powerless, trapped in the tangled mess she had crafted. He knew he had only himself to blame. His jealousy, his need to control, had driven him to make choices he couldn’t undo. His actions had placed him here, ensnared in a web that he could neither escape nor untangle. And now, trapped in Lena’s manipulation, he realized with bitter clarity that he had become a prisoner of his own making.

"Mom, I love you! Come back soon, okay? We'll go to the amusement park and surprise Dad." ... The car scraped against the guardrail with a loud bang. My heart pounded, but I did not stop to check the damage. My speed did not decrease. My phone rang again, and it was Charles. I answered, my voice trembling, "Charles, where are you? Where's Sally?" "She's in the car!" he snapped. "Why are you tracking me? What's the big deal?" "Charles, listen to me. You need to get her out now!" I pleaded.

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After she was rescued, he shoved me into a wooden box and nailed it shut! "You will suffer a hundred times more than she did!" he yelled. I begged, "Please, Yoel, I didn't mean to forget her in the car! It was an accident!" He showed no mercy. "Stay in there and think about your actions. You'll come out once you've learned your lesson!" he snapped.

I stepped on my shoe lace I couldn't get hold of my self. I am supposed to land my self on the floor right but something happened, he held me, while turning back we fell unto the bed with our lips on each other's my eyes opened wide all I could see, is his intensed feeling my heart beats increased I to a faster beat for over 2 minutes I couldn't stand up I finally realized I'm still on his body I rose up running out. " Thank you" that all I could say after closing the door. " Why does his abs seem to have the same texture like that of the stranger or am I hallucinating.

Something he owns. “D-Dante . . .” I choke, trying to find him in there. Somewhere. Anywhere. “Let me go.” But the voice that answers me is not Dante. It rumbles against my spine as he whispers, low and venomous: “You ran from me.” His lips graze the shell of my ear, and I freeze. My entire body turns to ice as his arm tightens, sealing me in place. I’m trapped. Trapped in the body of a goddamn monster I helped keep alive. The man I lied to. The man who trusted me.