🔞Crimson Temptations: Velvet Lips of Erotic Obsession
🔞🔞🔞Step into a world where shadows kiss silk, where desire knows no era, and where every chapter drips with forbidden hunger. From candlelit chambers in gothic manors to sleek glass towers of modern cities, from masked balls in Venice to the dark embrace of supernatural lovers, this collection dares to cross every boundary of lust.
Inside these pages, you will discover:
• Old-Fashioned Lusts – Governesses seduced by brooding lords, pirates claiming their captives, priests battling sin with flesh, and marquises who never take no for an answer.
• Modern Obsessions – Billionaires who own more than empires, professors who blur every line, stalkers who live in the walls of penthouses, and uncles who want what should never be theirs.
• Anthologies of Desire – Courtesans in silk masks, strangers meeting on midnight trains, vampires who bite deeper than blood, demons who crave brides, and werewolves who hunt not prey but mates.
Each story stands alone, yet together they weave a tapestry of obsession, submission, and dark passion. With 100 chapters of raw erotic intensity, this is more than a book it is a descent into every secret you’ve dared to dream of and every temptation you’ve tried to resist.
Crimson Temptations will not just be read.
It will be devoured.
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Chapter: Chapter Five: The Warlord BrideThe kingdom of Eldoria was drowning in fire.Flames roared against the night sky, licking the stone walls as if hungry for their collapse. Smoke choked the air, thick and bitter, while the shrieks of the dying rose above the clash of swords. The banners of Eldoria, once proud with golden lions, were trampled into the mud beneath iron boots. The barbarian horde swept through the streets like a tide of blood and steel.They had come without warning, thundering from the northern wastes. And at their head rode the man whispered about in frightened voices across every border. The Warlord.Princess Serenya stood in the great hall of the castle, her body pressed against the cold marble column of the dais where her father’s throne sat empty. The king was dead. Her brothers were dead. The guards who had sworn to defend her until their last breath lay scattered across the floor, their blood soaking into the cracks of the stone. She clutched the silk of her gown in shaking fists, her wide eyes f
Last Updated: 2025-09-14
Chapter: Chapter Four: The Pirate Captive 2 🔞🔞🔞🔞The storm battered the windows of the captain’s cabin, rattling the glass with every strike of wind and rain. The sea roared, the ship groaned, and the lanterns swung wildly on their hooks, throwing restless shadows across the room. Evelyn stood trembling in the center of it, her soaked gown heavy, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. She felt cornered, hunted, as though the storm itself had driven her into the jaws of this man who now watched her with a predator’s patience.Lucien Drake leaned against the edge of his desk, arms folded across his broad chest. His dark hair clung damp to his face, his jaw shadowed, his eyes steady and merciless. He looked at her as though he had already stripped her bare and branded her with his name.“You shake like a rabbit caught in a snare,” he said, his voice a low growl. “But I can smell the heat of you even through this storm.”Her breath caught, shame and fire rising together. She wrapped her arms around herself, clutching at the bo
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Chapter: Chapter Three: The Pirate Captive 🔞🔞The storm raged like a living beast, its fury unrelenting as it tore across the black water. Waves towered and broke with crushing force, slamming against the sides of the merchant vessel until the ship groaned and shuddered as if it might break apart at any moment. Lanterns swung wildly from their hooks, casting frantic arcs of light before darkness swallowed them again. The deck was slick with rain and seawater, ropes lashed the planks like angry serpents, and sailors shouted commands that vanished into the roar of the storm.Lady Evelyn Harcourt clung to the railing, her soaked gown dragging heavy against her legs, the cold sinking deep into her bones. She tried to steady her breathing, tried to cling to reason, but the sea was too wild, too cruel, and her world was reduced to survival. Her lips formed a silent prayer as lightning cracked open the sky in a blinding white scar.Then it came. A cry so sharp, so filled with terror that it cut through the storm.“Pirates!”Evelyn’s hea
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Chapter: Chapter Two: The Governess and the Manor Lord IIThe storm did not pass quickly. It raged on through the night, lashing the stone walls of Ashbourne Manor with rain, the wind howling against the shutters as if the heavens themselves were furious at what had been done inside. In her chamber, she lay restless, her body aching in places she had never known could ache. The fire burned low, casting unsteady shadows across the chamber walls, but its warmth did nothing to quiet the memory of what had happened in the library.Every time she closed her eyes she saw him again. His hands gripping her wrists, his body pressing her to the shelves, his breath hot and merciless against her ear. She could still feel him, thick and unrelenting, splitting her open, filling her until she screamed. The shame of it should have buried her. She should have prayed for forgiveness, begged heaven to cleanse her of the sin. But instead she pressed her thighs together beneath the coverlet, shuddering at the pulse of heat that came back to life with every thoug
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Chapter: Chapter One: The Governess and the Manor LordThe carriage wheels cracked against the gravel, breaking the silence of the night. A storm gathered over the distant hills, dark clouds smothering the moon until the estate loomed in shadow. Ashbourne Manor stood like a beast crouched upon the land, its windows aglow with faint candlelight.Inside the carriage, her hands trembled against her lap. She told herself it was the chill of autumn, but it was not the cold that made her blood rush. She was no stranger to employment, yet this position felt different. A governess was meant to teach and nurture, but every whispered rumor she had heard of Lord Ashbourne pressed into her mind like a brand. A man of power. A man of sin. A man said to ruin women.The butler opened the carriage door. She stepped out, her cloak brushing against the wet stones. The manor doors creaked open, swallowing her into candlelit halls that smelled faintly of smoke and polished wood. The portraits stared at her, eyes following, faces of Ashbourne ancestors whose
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Chapter: Chapter Fourty-One: Shadows Between UsEden’s POVThe first lecture of the term was already underway, yet my focus was nowhere near the board or the professor’s droning voice. I sat near the middle row of the lecture hall, my notebook open and blank, pen tapping idly against the page. Around me, students whispered to one another, some already restless, some half-asleep, but I could not tune into their rhythm.My gaze kept drifting to the windows.They lined the far wall, tall panes of glass that stretched toward the sky and overlooked the courtyard and the edge of the forest beyond. The sun streamed through them, bright and golden, but it only made the shadows seem darker. Every time I let my eyes rest there, I felt it. A pressure. A weight. As though something lingered just out of sight, standing still, waiting.I pressed my pen harder into the paper, willing myself to write even a word, but the letters blurred before I could form them. My hand trembled, and I quickly tucked it under the desk before anyone could notice.L
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Chapter: Chapter Forty: The Weight of OrdinaryThe first morning back at the academy was supposed to feel normal. That was what I told myself as I stood in front of the mirror, tugging my sweater into place and tying my hair with slow, distracted movements. The light filtering in through the tall windows carried the pale gold of early morning, and outside, I could hear the chatter of students hurrying across the grounds. The air buzzed with the restless energy of return, of routines resuming, of a thousand footsteps filling the hallways again.Normal. That was the word Layla had used last night. She had laughed as she unpacked her things, throwing her shoes into a corner and complaining about how fast the break had gone by. “Back to normal,” she had said, her voice cheerful, her eyes full of plans.But for me, the word settled differently. Heavy. Bitter.I buttoned my coat slowly, listening to the sounds outside. Laughter drifted through the open window, the kind that belonged to people who had not spent their nights haunted by sh
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Nine: Shadows in the TreesKael’s POVThe forest was alive in ways most mortals would never understand. Every branch creaked like a warning, every gust of wind carried the trace of something hidden, and every shadow stretched longer than it should have under the pale light of the moon. Kael moved with a predator’s stillness, each step silent even when the earth beneath him threatened to crackle. His senses were wide open, straining to catch the faintest hint of what he sought.The shapeshifter had been near. He could feel it as clearly as he felt the thrum of his own pulse. The scent was faint, a distortion in the natural rhythm of the forest, an oil slick running through water. It made his skin crawl. And beneath it all, threaded in the sharp tang of earth and night, was something that twisted his focus in ways he did not want to admit. Eden. Her scent lingered even here, though she was nowhere near the forest. It had soaked into his instincts, refusing to release him.Kael pressed a hand against the bark of a
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Eight: Whispers In The WindowEden’s POVThe chill did not leave me even after the radiator ticked awake and sent a thin strip of warm air across the room. I wrapped my sweater tighter, pretending it was the fabric that kept me safe and not the idea of someone breathing close enough to know the shape of my dreams.I moved through the morning like someone moving through fog. Teeth brushed, hair tied in a careless knot, backpack slung over one shoulder. Layla fussed with her makeup across the room, singing something under her breath, her movements bright and ordinary. She glanced up at me once, reached for her phone, then turned back to the mirror as if nothing about me had shifted overnight.“You are pale,” she said without looking at me. “Do not tell me the big scary ghost of break is haunting you.”“Very funny,” I muttered, though my voice sounded thin even to my own ears. I wanted to laugh, to let Layla drag me into ridiculousness and forget the scrape of last night. Instead I found myself watching the window as
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Rogue’s Circle IIThe fire burned lower as the night deepened, shadows stretching long and ragged across the forest floor. The rogues settled into their positions around the clearing, sharpening blades, cleaning claws, and whispering about the blood that would one day be spilled. But Rafe did not linger. He had no interest in sitting among men who smelled of rot and desperation. His work was not done in the woods. His hunt was waiting inside the walls of Crestwood.He turned without ceremony, ignoring the way some of them glared at his back. Let them glare. They needed him more than he needed them. None of them had dared step foot within the academy. None of them could hold a smile across their lips while masking the hunger that curled behind their eyes. That was what made him dangerous. He knew how to hide. He knew how to smile while plotting a throat’s end.The forest welcomed him as he left the circle. The branches above shifted in the wind, their whispers sounding almost like voices. Rafe breathed
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Six: The Rogue CircleRafe’s POVRafe moved silently through the forest beyond the academy grounds, his boots barely making a sound against the leaf-strewn earth. The night air was damp and heavy, the moon caught behind clouds that cast shifting shadows across the trees. He did not need the light. His senses worked perfectly well in the dark, sharper than any human’s, honed to pick out even the faintest sound.Behind him, the school lights glowed faintly in the distance. Crestwood Academy, with its tall walls and watchful guardians, thought itself untouchable. Kael believed he was the only predator circling its halls, but Rafe smiled to himself at the thought. He had been inside for weeks, walking unnoticed through the same corridors, watching the same students laugh and chatter as though nothing dangerous pressed against their walls. He had seen her. The girl. The one Kael had claimed with his eyes long before Rafe had ever approached.Eden.Her name tasted different in his mouth. She was human, fragile,
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