My heart hammered against my chest as I saw who was standing infront of me. I thought I had enough time to flee, guess not. I looked behind his back intending to run through the door, away from his heated gaze. "Don't you dare." His voice still made me cower in submission, even after all these days. "I won't tell what happened between us to anyone, sir. Please, let me go." "Never. I don't fucking care even if the whole world knows about us." There was that stubborn, harsh edge in his tone that ended any protest before it could rise in my throat. I had to get out of here before he did something I would regret. "I told you to wait until I came back didn't I?" Yes, he did, but that was the only chance I had to run away from his shackles and I wasn't no fool to not take that chance. Even if I was regretting it now. "Nothing can happen-" "Strip." His command made my reasoning with him pause. "Wh-what?" I didn't mean to stutter, but I was also one second away from fainting on the velvety carpet. "You know it won't take me a second to tear that pretty dress off of your body, so don't make me come there." I knew he could tear it off without even getting one hair out of place. As it wouldn't be the first time he would be doing so. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ [18+] Diamonds always stay hidden. It is us who have to find them.

"Let me go, you sick, twisted, bastard!" I seethed through gritted teeth. I felt an uncontrollable amount of fear rake over my body. I soon began to shake. The fear that I pushed aside was bubbling up in my stomach, and I felt like I was going to yak. I swallowed the urge to do so, and gritted my teeth. Trust me, I wanted to yak all over this pretentious asshole. "Sorry kitten, not ever going to fucking happen." He said carelessly as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His eyes were fixed on the dark road ahead of us, the road I surely didn't want to die on. "I'm not your fucking kitten!" I hissed. "Now let me out of this fucking car before I rip your balls off and shove them down your thr-" Before I could even finish my sentence the car swerved to the side of the road and came to a sudden stop, immediately sending me flying into the dash. My forehead collided with the roughness of the dash. I slowly pulled away and tried to sit back up, a small groan escaped my mouth as I rubbed my now bleeding forehead. I heard him rustling around, but couldn't see much due to the black spots in my vision. I heard the sound of something popping open and the sound of liquid being poured. I rubbed my head painfully and blinked several times. "Tell me kitten," I heard him say slyly. "Does this smell like chloroform?" He chuckled. Emily Watts, twenty years old and living alone in LA, due to her parents being drunken assholes. She had barely any money to her name, and worked at a small diner, trying to earn some money. Emily's life was in a constant loop, work and sleep. Until it was turned upside down when she meets the most powerful Mafia boss in Los Angeles. Luca Adorno. Will Emily be able to survive his ruthless tendencies? NUMBER 1 IN #HOSTAGE - 08/02/20 NUMBER 1 IN #KIDNAP - 09/07/20 Completed in 2019. (IN NEED OF AN EDIT)

Aah-s-stop, let go!" I cried, tears stinging my eyes. His eyes flicked down to my bare skin, a dark smirk tugging at his lips. "n-no stop" I cried "you shouldn't have disobeyed sweetheart" He pulled down my underwear as I screamed. Humiliation washed over me as i cried my eyes out. My vision blurred by my tears "N-no p-please s-stop this" He bend down next to my ear "Look at you, trembling like a good girl" "s-stop this p-please". I begged only to hear his chuckle. He stood behind me, the belt gripped tight in his hand, his breath steady-controlled. "Count," he ordered coldly. "Every. Single. One." I waited for the pain to come as i lay there helpless.Humiliated. Stripped of dignity. And they watched me break. All four of them. __________________ Issabelle was only seven when the world she knew was ripped away from her. Her parents, the only ones who ever loved her were taken from her in a single, devastating moment. After the sudden death of her parents - she was hidden away in the Castillian mansion where she met them. The men that changed her life forever. Their dark, tangled emotions blur the line between protection and control, while Isabelle remains in the dark about the bloody truth that chains her to them. As hidden enemies close in and old loyalties fracture, Isabelle must face a world that wants to claim her... or destroy her. Will she break free or will she become something darker, something twisted, craving the very twisted desires she hate ?

He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

"Strip." Roman ordered, his eyes not leaving hers. "W-what?" Mia shuttered, her voice falling to a whisper. She was frozen to her feets, her hands trembling by her sides. "Strip." He repeated, his voice laced with control, something he loved to have. Mia blinked, shocked by his words. He was her step-dad but he controlled her more than anyone could. Her fingers trembled as she found the buttons of her shirt. She was losing herself to him, his presence suffocating but in a good way. While others made her feel unwanted, he made her feel. She stripped her clothing naked, her underwear being the only protector of her bear, exposed skin. Roman's eyes dilated in desire as he felt his d♪ck move. How badly he wanted to f•ck that tight little puxxy of hers. How badly he wanted to bend her over on the bed and pound into her, until her voice rings through the room more than emory could. And maybe, just maybe he would tonight. "Those too." He added, his eyes not leaving his. "But-" "Take them off Mia." He said, his voice sounding like an order. She flinched before she hurriedly unstripped her bra, letting the material fall while she bent over to take them off. After she did his orders, she stood completely n•ked Infront of him. She didn't know what to do but stood there. It felt like she was waiting for an order from him. And finally after what felt like an eternity, he spoke. "Crawl to me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (¬◡¬)✧ 𝑇𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 : • Enemies to lovers • Slow burn • Dark past • Forbidden • Secret identity • Hate • Love • Dark romance • Taboo love • Step-dad and Step-daughter • Spicy • "𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ☠️" • Only one or two rape scene also!

"Honey... now what did I say about disobeying me?" His voice was quiet, low and cold, slicing through the silence like a blade. She flinched before he even moved. Chains rattled above her as she struggled to back away. Her eyes, swollen and red, met his-not with defiance, but pure terror. He walked toward her slowly, savoring her panic. She looked so fragile. Breakable. Just the way he liked her. "P-Please..." she whispered. "I didn't mean to-" He silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Shh." Tilting her chin up, he forced her to meet his eyes. His touch was almost tender, but she knew better. Behind it hid a monster who toyed with his prey before breaking them. "You don't speak unless I allow it," he murmured. "And you don't beg-unless it's for me." A tear slid down her cheek. He wiped it away slowly, then smiled-darkly. "I could be kind," he said. "I could give you everything. But you'd rather test me. Run. Cry. Scream. Thinking someone will save you." He laughed softly. "No one's coming. You're mine now. Mine to hurt, own... destroy." She trembled, shrinking into the corner. And he adored it. Her fear. Her weakness. "You'll learn to love the pain, sweetheart," he whispered. "Because I'll teach you. Again and again... until all you know is my name on your lips, begging for mercy I'll never give." He stepped back, watching her sob-beautiful even in ruin. Untouched. Pure. A canvas he'd stain with obsession and darkness. And no matter how loud she screamed... No one would hear her. --- ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, emotional manipulation, and disturbing content. Read at your own risk.

His hand lifted slowly, almost shaking, until his knuckles brushed her cheek. "Don't touch me." "I told you," he said, stepping closer until his chest nearly touched hers, "I won't hurt you. But I will touch you." "You think that's any different?" "Not when it's me," he said without hesitation."You'll see the difference." "You're mad," she whispered. "Mad is chasing something that doesn't exist," he murmured. "But you... you exist. I can see you, breathe you, touch you." He pressed his palm to the wall beside her head, caging her in. "You're mine to protect. Mine to keep. Mine to..." his eyes flicked down to her lips, lingering, "...claim." Her breath hitched. "Claim? I'm not yours." "You were mine the moment I saw you," he said, his hand sliding to her jaw. "Every fear, every wall you hide behind-they're mine now. I'll tear them down, one by one, until there's nothing left between us." Her lips trembled. "Why me?" "Because I've never wanted anyone else," he whispered. "And I never will." She searched his face desperately for a trace of softness, but there was none. "You can't just decide that." "I didn't decide," he murmured. "It happened the second I saw you. The second you looked at me in a way no one else ever has." "I never-" "You did," he cut her off "You're trying to forget it because you're scared. But fear doesn't change the truth." His thumb brushed against the corner of her mouth. "I told you before... don't talk to Varun. Don't marry him. You'll only marry me. Because you're mine." Her eyes stung, tears threatening. "Stop saying that me... you'll feel me." Her voice cracked. "You're insane." "And you're my obsession."

"Why can't you let me go?" Her timid voice echoed through the walls of his heart and he heaved a deep sigh. He couldn't. How could he? She was the air he breathed. Blood in his veins. It was so simple and yet he couldn't make her understand. How did their relationship end up like this? He loved her and she loved him, didn't she? Then why? "I cannot do so, Dolcezza. I'll go crazy without you, you cannot leave me, I won't allow you to." And she shook her head, a laugh-filled with disbelief escaping her lips as she struggled to unbind herself from the chains. "Then at least free me of them." "No." A love so vicious it binds. A madness so deep it consumes. Escape is an illusion, and freedom... a cruel dream. For in his arms lies ruin... and in hers, salvation. ***** Celestine didn't know what love was until she crossed paths with her childhood crush, the stories of their childhood took them to their past and they started spending time with each other. She started finding her muse in his presence and he started giving her everything she ever desired. A loving night between them suddenly turned into a gruesome one for her when she found the dead body of her lover in the apartment they rented on their anniversary. Zagreus didn't know what jealousy was until he saw the love of his life finding solace in the arms of a man he loathed with his guts. Admiring and keeping her safe from his world, he decided to not interfere in her life and started protecting her from a distance. Until one day he found that the woman who was supposed to be his was dating his enemy behind his back. Love and care were replaced by raw anger and ravenous rage and he did what he thought he should have done initially. He claimed her. For hi,m love was a fire that scorches his heart, but madness, it was a damn poison that devoured him from the inside.

"Do you think you can get away from me, huh?" He asked striding towards her. She trembled at his intimidating voice trying to free her hand from the chains. "P-please...i-i am s-sorry.... Don't hurt m-me..." She begged him trembling in fear. The dominant inside him groaned in satisfaction looking at her helpless tied up form. He bend down to her level and whispered in her ear making her shiver "time for punishment, sweetheart."

⚠️Graphic/Mature⚠️ She tried to leave him - Big Fucking Mistake. She belonged to Him and Him alone.