Trapped Sex Novels & Stories

I whispered, though my voice trembled. But it wasn’t okay. My chest tightened, my mind raced, and the memories from earlier today clawed at me—the mistakes, the risks, the shame I had tried so hard to hide. “You weren’t meant to be involved,” he continued, his gaze unwavering. “But now it’s done, and you must understand the consequences.” Dominic’s hand pressed slightly deeper into my thigh, reminding me that despite everything, he was here, watching, controlling, claiming. I felt my breath hitch, the heat of his touch mixing with my fear and my fascination.

"If you do have some, we can find a secret spot for two of us to go to always when we feel like missing each other." How could she have feelings for another person who is not her mate after what she saw on her eighteenth birthday? She never wanted anything to do with a males again. Even if she did, it would be her mate this time. A person whom she expected to be of her generation not that old ass. "No! I don't!" She replied. "And I think I will never so please have your leave. It will be good if you dare not come close to me from now on."

Trax gathers all of her hair in his hand then pulls it over her shoulder on the same side where my mark sits on her skin, and his knuckles rub over the sensitive spot, making her quiver. “I will not cause you any pain you don’t ask for either Phoenix. Do I have your permission to continue?” the bastard is going to me beg for it too. I was a fool to think he had no idea what he was doing. He told us he had seen sex plenty, and knowing Amarragh the way I do, I can bet Trax cloaked and saw more than enough fucked up shit to last a lifetime in all of the years he has been with him. ‘And he is a sex demon.’ Augustus pants and growls in my head, urging me to nod my permission and see what happens.

he says, annoyingly calm. I close my eyes, breathing through the chaos he’s lighting inside me. The frustration. The hunger. The frustrating ache of everything we’re not saying. “You are so—” “Infuriating? Yeah, I’ve heard. Answer the question.” I almost scream. “Fine! You want an answer? Maybe I am frustrated. But trust me, it’s not about sex. It’s about being trapped in this glass cage you forced me into. This never-ending pretence. This entrapment you have me in. Playing your trophy wife while you micromanage every breath I take. So no, Damon. I’m not horny. I’m just done. Tired of you. Tired of this.”

My legs gave out under me as I slumped onto the ground. Putting my head in my hands, I finally realized why the other man had slapped the back of my head. He was probably worried that I would run away, so he gave me an aphrodisiac. I fought hard to keep my consciousness as I crawled toward the light. I was so close. So close. If only I could escape… Someone grabbed my arm. I held on to the doorframe, though I was unable to see what was beyond the door. I heard the man behind me say, "That's not the exit. Let's go."

“I have never heard of someone clinging to a worthless freak simply because he provides good sex. Come on, girl, there are plenty of men out there.” Sophia scoffed. It was loud and clear. “Perhaps you have no idea how good sex can make you feel. You get to forget your worries and even can’t wait to feel more of him.” Sophia explained. Aria did not say anything. Her mind was racing from what Sophia had just said. Was it really true? “I suppose you have not made out with him yet?” “Who?” Aria inquired quickly. “Damien.” her friend blurted out. “And why do you think so?”

Henni asked. “Because despite being morons about some things, the guys knew it was always a thing. They are very careful about sex.” Mack laughed. “Very careful. Like our fathers explained this situation to us very well for that reason. Even our mothers warned us about it. Like, don’t ever forget to use protection even if they say they are protected because they will try to trap you into doing the right thing. Our families wouldn’t force us to marry them or anything, but then a child would be there between the families, and it would be a part of both. That was an issue none of us wanted.” “Unlike you being careful,” Henni said, and Mack roared with laughter.

I could not help but smile bitterly as I whispered to my baby, "See, your dad still cares about you, even if he doesn't know you're asleep. Don't worry, he'll find us. And our surprise will be big enough." It was our turn now. I saw the brat, Holly, get into a cabin on the Ferris wheel, so I quickly followed with Sally. The door shut, and we started to ascend. The brat glanced at me, her eyes widening with reluctance, especially when she saw me holding Sally. "I want to sit by myself!" "Sit down, now!" I commanded, feeling the tension rise. Ignoring her protest, I forced a smile. "I'll tell you a secret. You can have Charles all to yourself forever."

“I worked sixteen-hour days during those five years in the middle of nowhere. My periods stopped for months at a time. My hair was falling out in handfuls. I endured all of it because I kept telling myself that I would finally marry you when I came back.” The color drained from his face. “As for you, in those same five years, you got married, had a child, and now, you’re expecting another.” I let out a laugh. “I’m sorry.” “What good is your apology?” I looked straight at him. “Dan, you’ve made it impossible even to hate you. You’ve made me feel like a fool.” The rain came down harder. He opened the umbrella and tried to angle it over me. I pushed his hand away and stepped into the downpour.

This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.