Cruel Seduction Book Novels & Stories

All of that combined in a mix of fear and pleasure, of dread and anticipation, making my whole body buzz and tremble. I left the shower and returned to the room, where there was all the evidence of the previous night. My sheets were covered in blood and sperm, and some other weird-looking things that I guess came from both of us. I started removing them when a small note fell. I picked it up, my breath hitching in my throat, and my pulse pumping in my ears. I gulped and started reading the pretty cursive writing on it. “You should count yourself lucky, doll. But you are going to run out of it pretty soon, and the next killer that visits you won’t get seduced by those plump lips and thunder t

She giggled. “I won’t,” he said while laying her softly on the couch and adjusting his weight on one side so he wouldn’t crush her beneath him. “You drive me crazy,” he declared before capturing her lips in the sexiest salsa dance she’s ever performed. It was as if their tongues and lips knew the dance of passion as they moved in harmony to music only lovers hear. The seduction made every nerve ending in her body come to life, wanting to get stroked. And Owen knew when and where to touch to make her moan as if in a song.

My clit throbbed with every heartbeat “Isn’t this what you wanted, Muna?” His voice stayed calm, almost gentle, but the words cut deep. “You have fantasized about me so much you couldn’t help giving yourself pleasure on my bed. I bet you were thinking of me the whole time, pumping those fingers in and out of your pussy. I saw how wet you were. I saw how your body shook when you looked up and saw me standing there. I saw how hard your nipples were, begging for attention, begging for my mouth” He pried my arms away from my chest and pinned them lightly above my head with one hand “I told you I came here to sin. And that is exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to use you however I want while

"Feel it pulsing, growing stronger." Pulsing. Like my fucking dick right now. The session stretched on, her responses growing more vivid, more personal. She described scenes from her books—bindings, whispers, surrender—and I mirrored them back, twisting them toward us. My own arousal was a constant throb, but it sharpened my focus. This wasn't just therapy; it was seduction, veiled in science. After what felt like hours but was probably only thirty minutes, I began the countdown to bring her out.

“This was supposed to be your Valentine’s gift, but everything went to shit and I completely forgot.” Draven glanced at it, still grinding against her. “What the hell am I supposed to do with a book? Don’t bore me, Selene. I’m so goddamn horny.” He kissed her neck harder, squeezing her breasts. “Calm down,” she laughed, “The gift is what’s inside.” He took the book from her hands. “Her Price, His Obsession,” he read aloud. “What’s in it?” Selene opened to chapters 15 and 16, then passed it back to him.

Fuck, yes,* Elena's core clenched, imagining their control. They claimed her immediately, the man Ace gripping her elbow with iron fingers, nails biting skin, while Vivienne, the woman, snapped a collar around her neck. The leather bit into her throat, buckle cold against her pulse. "You're ours now, pet," Vivienne purred, her voice silk over steel, lips brushing Elena's ear, breath scented with red wine. They marched her offstage through the throng, hands groping her ass and tits en route, murmurs of envy rippling behind. The club's dungeon waited below stairs stone walls dripping condensation, the air thick with sweat, latex, and faint ozone from violet wands.

She picked a few out and moved to another section. She began to search through sections, checking the books, when her eyes caught a book in the corner of the shelf. The title of the book caught her attention as she pulled it out. Selene covered her mouth with her hand when she saw the cover of the book. Her eyes are wide with shock. It was a picture of a handsome young man, his chest bare, and a lady standing by his back. Her lips were kissing his nape. “Desires and Pleasure"; she read the title aloud and took the book.

Over and over. Thud. Thud. Thud. Each hit seemed to echo through the mansion, through me. “Yes! God, yes! Don’t stop!” Her voice rose higher, desperate now. And I could see it in my head without even trying, her on her back, bent over, riding him, him over her, taking whatever he wanted. And my body… betrayed me. Heat built between my thighs, shameful and unstoppable. My nipples ached under my thin sleep shirt. My breathing picked up.

His hands glide down my body, caressing my skin gently as our tongues intertwine in a voracious, seductive kiss. Without peeling off our lips, he grabs me by the waist and places me sitting on his lap, making me feel the stiffness of his erection under my buttocks. His kisses move down my neck and I feel more and more surrendered to the pleasure he gives me. With one swift motion, he lays me down on the couch and positions himself over me, kissing me even harder. His hand runs down my body and finds my most sensitive spot, making me moan in ecstasy. I no longer resist and surrender myself completely to him, wishing to feel every inch of his body in contact with mine.

She didn't look up as the cliffs gave way to the open road. "What’s so gripping?" I asked. My voice sounded thin in the plush cabin. She didn't speak. She just flashed a wicked, crooked grin and tossed the heavy hardcover into my lap. I flipped it over. The Art of Seductive Persuasion, Vol. 5 by Luna Runa. I felt my nose twitch in a sneer. "You have a mate, Selene. This is overkill." She gave me a look so flat and judgmental I felt it in my marrow.