Barbarian's Seduction Novels & Stories

A feral growl ripped from my throat, my desire raw and commanding. “That’s it, baby. Let go,” I urged, my pace unrelenting. “Cum for me.” Her climax washed over her in waves, her body arching as she gripped my hand like an anchor.I slammed into her nonstop until with a guttural roar, I buried myself deep one final time and spilled into her, holding her close as our trembling bodies fused, lost in the same storm of passion. I collapsed beside her, panting, every nerve in my body still buzzing. Damn. She was incredible. Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine my quiet, efficient secretary, the one who always hid behind corporate suits, was actually a sexy hottie who was craving me.

“Together. And nothing will break us—not betrayal, not threats, not the hidden hand.” The storm of seduction, strategy, and betrayal continued to rage around them. Alliances would fracture, secrets would be revealed, and the hidden hand would strike again—but Isabella and Damian were ready. Every secret was a weapon, every betrayal a challenge, and every threat an opportunity to reinforce their bond and secure the empire.

“Master of Merchants.” “Baron,” I acknowledged with a nod. “Enjoying the show?” I motioned to the stage. “Your girl, Moira, seems to be setting the room on fire tonight.” Moira was once the infamous Blue Mask, one of Jolan Koll’s ten. Though no one knew that but me. She was also a succubus, and Baron James was obsessed with her. “Oh, yes, she is. But tonight, my eyes are on someone else.” The baron grinned, flushed. “The new girl. I tried to book her, but Sesora told me you were handling her personally.”

I whispered back, my voice barely audible, even to my ears. He laughed, the sound cruel, echoing off the empty bathroom. "Sure, Elara. You keep telling yourself that," he said, his voice oozing condescension. "But you and I both know that's a lie. You'll always come crawling back, begging for me to take your hand and lead you around again, because you can't live without me. That's so pathetic." He crowded me against the sink, his hand reaching out to push me away. I tried to move away, but he was already so close.

Barbarian spoke in a disappointed tone. Sierra looked at Barbarian regretfully, "I'm sorry, Barbara. I didn't mean to make you feel neglected. I just thought that maybe you had other plans or didn't want to join since I know you are usually busy with your own affairs." Barbarian pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "No, there are no specific plans. I just like to be reminded and involved in things like this. So, I look forward to your invitation." Sierra sighed, "I apologize, Barbara. Of course, you are also invited. I would be very happy if you could join us."

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.”

Damn it, this woman showed up and desperately seduced him like a bitch. Abihirt growled as Berbara's hand pulled out his manhood. Gradually, a gentle massaging action was added. There was no doubt that they easily understood the implied desire through intimate eye contact. When Barbara's instincts demanded a kneeling position, Abihirt quickly pushed the chair back to give her room to move. His hand grasped the long, flowing locks of hair steadily. Guiding Barbara so that she could devour the huge swollen tensions while that naughty tongue licked at the bluish veins, until it sipped quite hard there.

He whispered with a smirk leaning back down to my lips so his brushed past mine, even though I didn’t know about us being mates and again, I didn’t know if I was truly down for the idea of it all, I couldn’t help the guilt that washed through me. “You understand I have not waited right…” I said looking up at him with a little worry in my eyes but also guilt, where I felt him freeze and take in a deep breath of air clearly, more than a little annoyed with this new realisation. “Even though that fact threatens to fill me with the deepest of rages due to another man repeatedly touching what belongs to me, I am aware that due to you being a human, you were not aware that I existed. But now I am

"Hi, Butterfly, You're the first woman to beat me at my own game. I like that about you. You are feisty. You have saved your diner. And not because I wanted a diner inside of that restaurant. But because you put me in a hot spot. People would complain about me if I did not return to the restaurant. Everybody will say that I am heartless. I must admit that I have underestimated you. However, there's one thing you need to know. I was teasing you when I said you could save the diner if you married me. I like you. I would love to get to know you better. I understand you do not believe in love as much as I don't. We might as well go out together and have fun. I promise I will not touch you if you

Staring at her seductive figure as she laid on the bed, with her hair neatly packed and her flawless skin, glistening under the moonlight, I swallowed. No woman would match her aura. She gave of the aura of a seductress and watching her sleep; I couldn’t help but feel a bit possessive of her. She was mine to use and the thought of it, was thrilling. I couldn’t believe that the beauty from my party, whom had refused to cast me a second glance, was now under my mercy.