Are You Trying To Seduce Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I had to think of something else, or did I just need to be forceful about talking to him this time? He wouldn't leave the room even if I tried too hard, would he? That didn't seem enough though. What could I do that would be good enough to gain his forgiveness? Oh wait, he had always wanted to have sex with me. What if I tried seducing him? "That's ridiculous," I mumbled to myself and chuckled wryly. "I'm desperate though." How was I supposed to seduce him now? How would I even start such a... Oh my gosh, this was so hard. I had no idea how some people could just easily pull it off. I didn't feel comfortable while being naked so taking off clothing was definitely a no.

My breath hitched. My eyes lingered on the budge between his crotches, and I swallowed nothing, my core tightened, and my body itched with desire. Fuck! Is he trying to seduce me? ‘Don’t fall for it, Vivianne. He's doing this deliberately’ "You keep staring hungrily. Wanna touch it." He hushed, a smirk tugging at his lips. Heat pooled below my stomach. He is definitely trying to seduce me. I tore my gaze from his waist, and up to his face.

“…this is inevitable.” Every instinct screamed caution, but desire coursed through her veins, sharp and consuming. Her hands rose subtly, brushing against his chest, testing the line, feeling the controlled heat beneath the fabric of his suit. Julian’s fingers grazed hers in response, a calculated pressure, a silent promise of dominance. “You are exquisite,” he murmured, voice low, almost dangerous. “A perfect anomaly. I can measure everything about you… except the fire you hide behind those calculated moves.” Elara inhaled sharply. Her body responded before her mind could negotiate, heat pooling in her chest, a delicious ache spreading down her spine. This was the edge she had been dancing

He does not just want me to seduce his son, he wants me to marry him. "I. Please give me a moment to think about that." I brought the cup to my lips and let the warmth of the coffee slide down my throat. "Your people may not have enough time to wait Isabella. If you take the initiative, I don't think my son could ever resist you. He is strong-willed but you are a sweet young woman that he could never say no to." I shook my head. "Thank you for believing in me Mister Vernice. But I think you understand it wrong, if I succeed in seducing your son that could not mean that he would marry me."

"You mean I, as a free person, could ask them for sex and they can't refuse, as long as you have no problem with it, like the men today." "That would be a true statement." "Do you care if I try?" I smiled at her. "If I didn't care about the men, do you think I care about you?" "Do you care which one I ask?" "Either or both, no problems. Have you ever been with a woman before?" "Never." "So this would be a first for you, an experiment, so's to speak." "Yes." "I suggest you ask them to seduce you," I said. "They can speed through the process of getting you off, or they can really take their time and make you appreciate it."

I could feel this tension between us, the one I felt last night, and it was going motherfucking batshit banana crazy. Leaning forward, I licked my lips. “Not necessarily,” I told her. “Because if there’s anything you need to know about me, darlin’, it’s that I don’t try to do anything. I do it straightaway. So if I was tryin’ to seduce you, you’d be fuckin’ seduced.” “Should I be honored?” she replied in a small but strong voice. “That I haven’t seduced you?” “Yes.” “Maybe. For all I know, you’re the kind of girl who needs to be pinned against a wall and kissed before you realize you’re seduced to fuck.”

I whispered, making sure to make his title sound as seductive as possible, before biting my lower lip in anticipation of his reaction. His breath was caught in his throat, and his eyes were fading into a golden honey colour. “Alice… I know what you are trying to do…” He stated, taking a deep breath before he continued, and I knew I had an effect on him, causing a smile to form on my face. Until he brushed his lips against mine teasingly, causing butterflies to pool in my stomach, and that is when he finished his sentence.

I should button up but no, I have to be sure, maybe I’m not the only one stuck with lasting and lustful effects from our night together. I lean forward, more than necessary typing very slowly, to give him a better view, if he looks. Wait. Am I trying to seduce him? I know….…I know I shouldn’t be doing this, he called me a whore and I should not be showing myself to him but the thought alone is just so exciting, I can feel my toes almost curling in my shoes. I count down from ten and at the count of one, I turn lighting fast and I catch him staring and nibbling on his lower lips just as our eyes meet.

He's still ignoring me. I get up again and stack several pillows behind my back. I undo several top buttons all the way down past my cleavage as well. Then I lie back down, arching my back to push my chest and my hips out. I relax my arms above my head. Well, this is my seductive position. If this doesn't work, I don't know what else I'd do. Now I wish I had read the book "seduction for dummies" or something before I came. "How about this?" I ask again.

“Why would that be? The praise? The scowl? Or just the fact that he spoke to you?” I keep walking. He keeps needling. “Listen, I get it,” he says. “Tall, grumpy, morally tormented. It’s a classic fantasy. Not all that different from my own, truth be told. But if you’re going to try and seduce him, at least admit it’s fun watching him unravel.” “I’m not trying to seduce him.” “No?” He cocks his head. “Because from where I’m standing, you’re one throaty moan away from making that man combust.”