Are You Trying To Seduce Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

His gaze is all over me, my body tingling with excitement. I want him to touch me, to feel how much I'm burning for him. "So, what did you do to gain my attention?" I quaked. "Simple. I seduced you." "How?" I now whispered. He smirks. "It probably went something like this . . ." He steps closer to me, and I struggle to stay calm.

I was still free to do what and who I wished, but I would not be taking Idante to my bed or anywhere near it. “You need to find someone else.” “I don’t want anyone else. I want you,” he replied seductively. Oh, is that what we were doing? I raised my brows at him. “Are you trying to seduce me?” “I don’t know. Is it working?” “Not at all. Your skills need work. But I do like to gamble, so let’s make a wager. If you can turn me on, I will kiss you.” That was a bit of a dangerous game to play and something inside told me it was wrong, but I was becoming rather bored, and I still had the odd sensation in my stomach that I could not get to go away. At this point I

I asked him in a seductive tone. “I…” he hovered over me. “I want to f*ck you so hard…so hard until you cry out of pleasure.”

“I’m not done with you yet, Mark.” He started to protest again, his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her back. “This is crazy. We can’t—” She stopped him by placing a finger on his lips. Then she looked him straight in the eyes, water dripping down her face, her voice low but steady and confident. “I know you want this… And it’s happening. You just need to take charge of this… Seduce me, Daddy.” The word “Daddy” hit him like a switch. Something dark and hungry flashed across Mark’s face. The careful restraint he’d been clinging to finally snapped.

His hand traveled across my body, and he lowered his head as he asked a little seductively in my ear, "Tell me. Do you want it or not? Hm?" "I… I do…" My whole body was numb, and my heart was filled with restlessness as I hastily replied.

If I had spoken to him, I might have discovered all the facts. “I’m here trying to seduce you. I’m failing. So far, I have failed at romancing you and now at seducing you. Shall I leave and try again later?” He looks at me, waiting, his face full of humour. I like it, though. He’s so free for a change. I fight back the laughter, biting harder against my lips as I see his eyes roll. “Skipping seduces me.” He groans and lowers his head.

~~ ARIA ~~ “Are you trying to seduce me?” He smirks. His voice is low and sharp when he asks that. And His eyes… they move slowly over me, not shy or apologetic at all. If anything, he looks thrilled. I scoff and pull away from him immediately. Standing up. He gets up, too, his eyes never leaving mine. “Seduce you?” I answer him, folding my arms. “Oh, please.” I can’t believe he would even think that.

And I'd mumble about a napkin or some nonsense. Sinking into a chair, I buried my face in my hands. The house was quiet, save for the tick of the clock. He'd finish eating, retire to his study, maybe pour a scotch. Alone. While I'm here, burning up, fantasies spinning wilder. Him tying my wrists with his tie, teasing me with his tongue until I whimper, then finally, mercifully, slamming home. Over and over, until we're both spent. Tears pricked my eyes—frustration, not sadness. Why can't I ignite that in him? A seductive glance, a brush of fingers. But I'm not that woman. Intelligent cook, yes. Seductress? Laughable.