Bound By Temptation Novels & Stories

"The way your wet clothes cling to your body… showing every curve… tempts me." I swallowed hard. My eyes slipped away from his. "You’re not innocent, little one. Every curve. Every look. Every word from you… it shakes my silence with whispers of sin. Like you were made for one thing." He leaned closer. I felt his warm breath near my ear. "To seduce me. You are a real temptation, Miss Amara." He paused, then added possessively. "And you’re not just a temptation. You’re my temptation." I looked at him in complete silence. My heartbeat thundered like war drums. His eyes cut through me, shaking everything inside.

Thick with legal jargon, clauses about public appearances, social obligations, maintaining the facade of a real marriage. Nina sank onto her destroyed couch, the contract heavy in her hands. Forty-eight hours to decide if she'd marry a stranger. Forty-eight hours to decide if she'd trade her freedom for survival. Forty-eight hours before David Hale made his move and everyone she loved became a target.

There, on his lap, with the horror movie playing forgotten on the TV, it felt right. '' Be mine for the night. '' he asked softly, but his hands on my body already felt like they owned me. '' Just for a few hours. '' I murmured against his mouth. Timmy wasted no time in kissing me again, his hand going down to the middle of my legs, where my need was growing. '' Boundaries? '' he asked, tempting me by rubbing and pressing his fingers against the sensitive part there. I moaned, thirsty for the pleasure his touch brought me.

Tricky temptation. “And how do I trust you?” “Fuck, I’m not asking you to trust me blindly. I just want what’s best for my brother, which means you have to leave,” she added, leaning in close. “He has never been this obsessed with anyone—going to her wedding, killing her fiancé, and making her his with a ring. Callum doesn’t have women; Callum has whores. But he chose to make you his, and you behave like a six-year-old.”

For him, he is the core of all existence, everything else doesn't matter. "Where do you think you're going without her?" His mother interceded. My heart skipped a beat as I pushed forward, stumbling on my dress but before I could fall, his hand gripped my arm and corrected me. He extended his hands to me and I placed mine over his. As Williams led me to the center, I felt like a prisoner being dragged to the center of the hall, his grip on me was so hard. His eyes were fixed on the point ahead, he didn't bother looking at me.

he replied. But she didn’t. His other hand moved up her back, resting between her shoulders, anchoring her there. Her breath hitched. Their foreheads touched. Not a kiss. Not yet. The almost-kiss was worse than anything else. “If we cross this line,” he said, voice rougher now, “there’s no pretending afterward.” “I’m already done pretending,” she breathed. His jaw tightened. His thumb brushed the side of her waist, slow and tentative. Her knees weakened.

“I can’t stop imagining things. Sinful things.” “God grants us strength to resist temptation. Pray for clarity.” “Oh, I have,” I purred. “But the images only get clearer. More detailed. For instance… right now, I’m imagining what you look like on the other side of this screen. I’m picturing your hands, Father. Those strong, consecrated hands. I’m wondering how they’d feel not holding a rosary, but tangled in my hair. Or gripping my hips.” A sharp intake of breath from his side. A long silence. I heard the soft sound of him shifting again, uncomfortably. “You must not give voice to these temptations. They are tools of the devil to lead you astray.”

His fingers tighten, his body pressing harder into mine. “You have to keep sinning,” he growls, “again and again, every single damn time. You’ll keep getting yourself tangled, caught, ruined—until the truth of who you are is undeniable.” “No,” I whisper, but it’s weak, trembling, drowned under his voice. His smirk deepens, eyes burning brighter. “I am your temptation,” he says, his voice a vow, a curse, a chain locking around me. “The ever-reigning supreme being who will ensure you keep getting claimed, over and over, until all you can think about is me.”

Selene leaned over him, her lips close to his, eyes dark with mischief and something deeper desire that was forbidden, dangerous, intoxicating. “Do you understand now?” she murmured. “How easily temptation can bind you when you think you’re in control?” He swallowed hard, voice trembling: “I, I do.” A small, victorious smile curved her lips. “Good. Then the lesson continues” And in that moment, Elias realized: temptation wasn’t just a challenge. It was a force he couldn’t resist, not with Selene, not ever. The First Night of Forbidden Proximity The study was silent except for the quiet scratching of quill on parchment and the occasional rustle of turning pages. But for Elias, every sound was

“But each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed.” I swallowed, shifting in the pew. My panties were already damp, my clit pulsing every time I crossed and uncrossed my legs. I was aching from just the sound of his words. He went on, preaching more on how never to give in to temptation, but I was drowning in it, all I saw was him. He closed the bible, his eyes meeting me as he motioned for me to rise. “Come here, child.” He said. I rose. The congregation faded as I walked down the aisle in slow motion, heels clicking softly on the polished wood. Father Liam stepped down from the pulpit and met me at the altar rail. His hand gently cupped my jaw.