Novel & Cerita Best Books About Seduction

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

Needed Marcus to hear it, even if he was beyond hearing anything. "Seduction is an art. It's not about being the most beautiful-though I'll make sure I'm beautiful enough. It's about timing. About reading what someone needs and becoming that thing. It's about making them think pursuing you is their idea." She'd watched Marcus fall for her with barely any effort on her part-they'd been true mates, destined, inevitable. But she'd learned from that experience. Learned how to read desire, how to feed it, how to manipulate the space between wanting and having until it became unbearable.

I kept my weight balanced, not fully pressing down yet. My skirt rode up slightly on my thighs, but I ignored the exposure, focusing on the lesson. “Seduction is about making them feel desired. Instantly drawn.” I rested my hands on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. It was faster than before. I rocked forward gently, a subtle grind of my hips against his, it was just enough to create friction through our clothes. The contact sent a spark through me, that familiar ache blooming low in my belly. “Eye contact the whole time,” I whispered, locking eyes with him.

“But maybe you do to a load of other people.” “I look stoic, you mean?” “Suited, booted, posh.” “Often the least vanilla of all.” She grinned. “True. That’s what a load of books sing loudest about, isn’t it? Dirty, hot posh guys. They make addictive reads for a reason.” I found I was laughing, easily. “Maybe I should be in one of them? Julian Lockley, the dirty, filthy posh guy. Can you imagine the movie version? I wonder who they’d cast for it.”

I persist He smirked, and began to come closer, the more he comes closer, the more I pull back till I slumped down on the king sized bed, but yet he didn't stop, he continue to lean forward while I sink into the bed, his eyes, those eyes are hypnotizing, his crazy features, I could barely look away from his face, his lips fuck, my breath quickened, and I clutch tightly to the bedsheet, my heart was throbbing, he's the kind of man that will set your body on fire with just his eyes, At this point I thought he was going to kiss me cause our lips were almost touching and just inches apart,

“Someone you’d never suspect. And someone who will strike when we least expect it. Kane’s network… is only the beginning. The real betrayal is yet to come.” Isabella shivered, not from the cold, but from the realization that danger, desire, and deception were entwined in a deadly dance—and that every move she made could cost her life, Damian’s, or Valentina’s. The city below glittered, oblivious, serene, and beautiful. But inside the Moretti estate, shadows moved, secrets festered, and betrayal lingered, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And Isabella knew this truth: in the world of seduction and strategy, no one was untouchable, no secret safe, and no heart truly secure.

She pushed him gently onto the soft covers, climbing over him, her body a sinuous, beautiful weight that anchored him to the present, to her. Her seduction was not merely for pleasure—it was a calculated strategy. She knew, with the certainty of a woman who had studied her man thoroughly, that the deepest secrets were unlocked not by interrogation, but by surrender. In the post-coital haze, with his defences lowered and his body satiated, his guard would drop entirely.

she advised like a guru, tilting her chin up proudly after saying it. I threw her a look. “I just sold him my body last night, Victoria. How do you mean ‘take him by his heart’ when I acted like one of his nasty— nasty girls just to be f-ed by him?” I pointed out. She rolled her eyes at me. “That was just the start. First rule of seduction—lure your man into his fantasy, his favorite things. Like giving catnip to a cat. Get them high. And once they get used to it, that’s when you make them your prey.”

His hands slid even downwards and he slid the dress even more, bringing it down up to my waist and my bosom was revealed for him to touch, gaze, and he bent even more to caress them with his mouth. I was again behaving as if I was hypnotized by his subtle seduction. The very next moment, he was neither gentle nor restrained to make me feel comfortable, and I was shocked that I was even enjoying his fierce kisses and pleasure was surging through my body. Sarah?? You idiot!! What the hell are you doing? Come back to your senses!! Sarah? The inner voice kept knocking on my head. Hmm? What? Stop this, immediately. You hate this man... How can you allow him to use it like this??

“I was thinking of you boxing me in, it’s like in one of my smut books.” “Is it now? I should read them maybe pick up a few tips,” he chuckles deep and throaty. “You don’t need any tips, trust me, Levy. You have seduction and the art of making a woman needy and satisfied down to a fine art.” “Do they turn you on, baby?” Now I feel embarrassed because well, yeah of course they do. Not to mention all the swoony men in them. I’ve lost count of how many book boyfriends I have. Although now I have my very own swoon worthy man.