Title: Stolen Doner
Author: Cee Smith
Genre: Erotica, Dark Romance
Length: 231 pages
Rating: 4 stars
I did everything that was expected of me. I got good grades, went to a good college; I never even had a boyfriend, which for a normal girl of twenty-two was practically unheard of. My life was safe, predictable. That all changed when Dominic kidnapped me, robbing me of the cookie-cutter life I so carefully handcrafted. I was abducted and a new me was born.
I spent so long uncovering secrets that it was becoming a bit of a specialty for me. After watching Hailey for twelve months I knew the secrets she held—the repressed temptation that called to men like me. Stealing her was easy, making her fall in love with me, even easier. It was the feeling she sparked in me that I had no control over. A feeling I never expected. But the one thing that threatened to unravel us both was my secret, the reason I took her in the first place.
Dominic and Hailey were two people from two different worlds, and some paths should never cross.
WARNING: This book contains situations that some may find offensive. Please read with caution if you are sensitive to dubious consent or graphic language.
In a normal world under normal circumstances things could have been different between us.
Right away this should tell you those are not “normal” thoughts. The Hero/Captor in this book’s name is Dominic. His doings are far from normal but if you’re anything like me, you crave for one of these great stories, and in all honesty this is a good one.
The story starts with Hailey and her twin sister night scuba diving. Warning bells should be going off. Night and swimming is always a no no. You can drown and in this case get kidnapped.
So our captor takes this as an opportunity to play out his role.
“You can’t keep me like this,” I continued. “I can and I will.”
Let me first say that Dominic is one big creep. His thoughts while he takes her are quite disturbing. He actually believes he’s doing the right thing and doesn’t plan on hurting Hailey. Doesn’t want to hurt her, only keep her forever and maybe watch her all the time and surround her like a preying animal. How sweet of him.
“You think you can change my mind, but here’s something you’ll learn about me…what I say isn’t up for discussion.”
Hailey is your typical average 22 year old college student. Last year to graduate. Unlike her twin sister she is more laid back and has her mind set on finishing school. She’s also a virgin. That’s a plus for these kinds of stories I say. Dominic may think he’s doing her a favor.
“Shows what you know, I’ll never be owned by anyone. You might take my body, but I’ll never be yours.”
There’s a soft side to Dominic and it seems like Hailey is the cure. Like I said before he had a purpose for his kidnapping. The truth hurts, right? Well the truth behind it didn’t make it easier for Hailey. To me it made him a bigger selfish creep. Shows what people with money can do to get what they want or also in his case what he couldn’t get with all his money.
“Is this what you do? Steal girls so you can hunt them?” “Only prey that runs wants to be hunted.”
I’m not kidding when I say Dominic may have given me a case of Stockholm’s. I was so sweet talked by him I wanted him to get his wish even if it meant hurting Hailey. It’s crazy when you read these stories and get sucked in like that. I felt for him. I wanted her to be his final cure.
Her expression smoothed out into a blank canvas that showed her indifference to my mention of her leaving. Perhaps my little bird was getting used to her cage.
What do you like in your dark reads? I look for a story that makes me look back at night when I’m getting in my car. I love the creeps, stalkers and it’s ok if they are really mean. I love the chase and the hunt. It’s all here in Stolen Donor but I can also say there were some new ideas and I enjoyed them very much. Dominic was a little, what’s the word, sophisticated. Lol. I told you he messed me up.
I took her because I needed her because I wanted her, because I could bring out her potential, but the more she opened up to me, the more lost I felt.
He was the monster, but I was the one who opened myself up to him.
If you’re wondering if I hated Hailey, no not really. She was strong through it all and even gave her own fights. I really loved what she did for him. So where’s my big BUT in all of this.
1) Sampson. What happened to him? Where did he go? You can’t leave it like that. It needed to be fore showed or end the book in a cliffhanger. But you bring in this character who could have caused some mayhem in this story and he just disappears.
2) Dominic’s problem. Was too rushed. Made the ending feel rushed. This could’ve been a perfect 5 star standalone. These 2 reasons were what made me chose my final rating towards the book.
I recommend it to you Dark readers. Don’t miss out on a chance to enter Dominic’s world. Just be careful, you may never come out.
“What does ‘matakia mou’ mean?” “It means ‘my little eyes’ in Greek.”
*An ARC was received for an honest review.
He dipped low until his mouth rested against my ear. When his lips parted, a fog of heat slipped across my ear and snuck in thoughts of him rutting against me like a feral animal while chained to the bed.
“I know what you want,” his hazy voice whispered.
“You want me to show you what it means to be owned by me. That was only a taste, matakia mou. You’re not ready to be broken.”
“Shows what you know. I’ll never be owned by anyone. You might take my body, but it’ll never be yours.”
“You open your mouth, and all you tell is lies. I just may have to stick something in your mouth to teach you a lesson. I knew from the moment those little blues looked at me I had you, and I don’t need to take what you’ll gladly give.”
“No!” I bucked my hips, trying to rut him off of me, but he grasped onto my thighs, gripping until I had no choice but to stop.
He rolled us again until I was atop him once more. Within a blink, he positioned us so I was sitting in his lap with my back to his chest and his shaft protruding between both of our legs. I heard the clank of the chain and felt the weight of the metal wrap around my neck.
My hands moved to the chain at my neck.
“Don’t move. You’ll hurt yourself.” His words barely sliced through the panic that was setting in. Was this what he was into? He wanted me to choke while he had his way with me?
“Please,” I croaked, my voice already sounding hoarse and strained, “take it off.” I felt sick again, like I would pass out from the closing of my throat.
“I can’t, I can’t breathe.” I clawed at the chain tightening around the front of my neck.
“Calm down. You can breathe. Stop moving. You’re only choking yourself. See,” he said placing both of his hands against my hips to show that he wasn’t doing anything with the chain. I scooted back into his chest and he pulled at my hips, stopping me just before the chain became too loose.
“I want to feel your hands around my dick. Take it out,” he said, his words dripping against my ear like hot wax shocking me into stillness. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
I unbuttoned the button closing the front of his pajamas and closed my hand around him, pulling his length through the hole. Blood settled just beneath the skin of his head, making him look feverish. His flesh was hot, and I looked on as he sprouted a drop of cloudy liquid that beaded down his throbbing flesh. That was the first time I’d ever held that part of a man, much less seen one. There was that one time in high school when Brandon pushed my hands across the front of his jeans so I could feel him while we were kissing, but that was as far as I had ever gone.
Cee Smith is a lover of the written word. Since first learning how to string a sentence together, she’s been putting pen to paper and hasn’t looked back. Though she’s no longer obsessed with blood and gore, the dark side still calls to her, often finding refuge in her current writings. Her addiction to reading is what finally inspired her to take a chance at publishing.
A California native, currently residing in North Carolina with her husband. She loves salacious stories, true love and forbidden romances—the more angst the better. Other than reading and writing, some of her other obsessions are peanut butter (don’t get her started), Michael Fassbender, and watching tv.
She loves talking about the creative process and what books she’s reading, so feel free to shoot her a line. Or if you just want to say hi that’s fine too. She swears she’ll respond.