Cruel Seduction Book Novels & Stories

It can't have all been me, even I know it can't have. "Back then Alena things were different, I would breathe you in and you were so beautiful, I felt powerful, powerful just being around you. You would fill up my lungs so I could breathe. You also however over time put holes in my lungs Alena. You were the one who seduced me, lured me in with your beauty and used me. " He loved her, everyone knows he loved her.

Warning: This book contains sensitive content and is is rated +18, everything in this book is strictly a work of fiction and is not related to any real life event or persons. Chapter 1 Nazy My hand trembled in fear, tears rolled down my eyes, as my brain try to process the doctors words, “YOU’RE HIV POSITIVE!” “YOU’RE HIV POSITIVE!” “YOU’RE HIV POSITIVE!” The doctor's words resounded and echoed in my head,

“Shut up, Alec. Stop milking my desperation.” His expression shifted, amusement fading into something colder. “You can walk out of here and pretend yesterday never happened,” he said. “But you’ll still wake up tomorrow as the woman who got replaced by her best friend. Or…” His gaze darkened. “You can stay, and rewrite your story…with me.” I hesitated, and my heart raced, torn between fear and temptation. But when I realized I had nothing left to lose, and everything to gain, I breathed out, “Fuck it.”

When I steadied my ragged breathing, I stood up, tugged my dress down, and fetched something to wipe the mess that had spilled on the floor. Afterward I headed to my room, showered, and slipped into a short skirt plus a tank top that revealed my cleavage. One thing about Christian was that he adored me dressing this way, and I loved it too. I would continue wearing it to seduce and grant his sons effortless entry to my cunt. I curled up on the bed and attempted to pass the time by reading a smut novel, into which I became immersed. Even though I had received enough cock, reading this stirred my inner whore.

It was old and dusty so she cleaned it and she finally saw the title “The art of seduction” Serafine read the title out loud. She sat down on her bed, opened the book, and the first image she saw made her close it back rapidly. “What the” She said while feeling shocked by what she just saw Serafine felt like her virgin eyes had just been corrupted. On the first page, was a clear picture of a male and female private part. She was about to throw the book away when she had a second thought. Serafine opened the book again, using her hand to cover the image as she read what was on the next page out loud

The floating orbs brightened as the book’s magic responded to our actions. “Come for me, Selene,” he whispered against my skin, fingers never slowing. “Let the book witness your first surrender. Read the final line while you fall apart.” “‘And when she shattered, her master claimed her pleasure as his own…’” I gasped. The orgasm crashed over me hard. My thighs trembled violently as my pussy clenched around his fingers in powerful waves. I cried out, back arching against the enchanted silk, slick coating his hand as pleasure pulsed through every nerve.

“Yes. I’m always a good girl. Always.” I braced myself on my elbows, relaxing into the way he worked me. Three fingers turned to four, and he twisted them deep, making me cry out. He loosened me like a master, but my pussy still gripped his fingers like a vice, muscles ready to clamp around metal spines. The whisk had become quite infamous online. Luckily, my friends and family avoided Julian’s novels. The covers were more than enough for them. “I need to see inside your beautiful cunt,” he said. “All the way in. Spread and hungry.”

Even his breathing slowed down due to the novel stimulation. “What’s wrong, baby?” Alexander asked seductively; he enjoyed seeing the lust in Dylan’s eyes. “Bastard, stop it!” Alexander grinned when Dylan cursed him albeit he couldn’t get away from his seduction. “Shh, stop fighting and let it go.” “Argh!” Dylan moaned softly as his emotions intensified in response to Alexander’s palm moving beneath his t-shirt.

The way she’d said she didn’t know if she was happy, the way she’d insisted the marriage was complicated, it made my hands tightened into fists. No. There was no way I was going to sit back and watch her walk into something like that, not when I had spent years loving her, not when she deserved better, and certainly not when I knew I could give her better. I just had to make her see it. ***** Daniel returned four hours later, I hadn’t moved much from my desk. He placed a thick folder in front of me. “I’ve compiled everything I could find.” I opened it. The first page carried Damian’s photograph. I stared at him, he was tall, confident, and expensively dressed. The kind of man who looked like

Seduced. The elevator opened into a room lit in dim amber tones. Velvet walls. A faint hint of cinnamon and sex in the air. In the center, a woman in a silk robe sat behind a low glass desk, expression unreadable. “Sienna Thomas,” the woman said. “Strip.” Sienna blinked. “What?” “No names, no phones, no clothing. You will wear what we give you. Refusal terminates the contract.” Sienna didn’t remember signing a contract—but her heartbeat betrayed her. She wanted to know what was behind that next door. What the hell this was.