Dark Temptations Novels & Stories

If thinking like this means going to hell, then I would gladly accept the offer, if it means to be with him and in his arms, with my legs and hands wrapped around him while he sucked the life out of me and devoured me whole. Such a sinful thought and I'm falling for the temptations that my body is craving for, and I don't want to fight with that 'Falling Temptations'. I want to be engulfed in it. He then moved his hand that was holding my head to roam around my neck, moving down to my bare back before taking a turn towards my shoulder and at that moment, I wished that there was no towel that would stop his hands tracing my body. I wished he would rip that towel off my body even though my san

Tugging at her shirt and cupping her buttocks through her shorts. She thought briefly of her stupid, Stupid plan to have bad sex with him. Impatient, clumsy sex. His impatiens thrilled her, and she reveled in his clumsy, grasping hands. They spoke of his passion. Of the urgency of the moment. The need to possess and claim.

I deserve better, I deserve someone who genuinely cares about me and would love me beyond words. "I agree!" Ellie whispered. "You deserve someone better than Alexander! He's just a jerk. Though It sounds like he loves and cares about you so much. I wonder what's going to happen if he eventually has his way with you." "To my surprise, he sounded really sincere. He said he was willing to do anything for me to be his. I had never seen him that sincere!" "Before I started working with him, I was willing to give him my body but not anymore. It's just so sad that someone with a disgusting personality is blessed with a very hot body. I hope I'm able to overcome all temptation till all of these are

“Cry for us, Ava. That’s right, tears look good on a desperate bitch like you. Tanya doesn’t act like a jealous whore. She knows her place. You? You’re just entertainment. A broken, obsessed toy we can degrade whenever we feel like it.” The dirty talk poured over me, each word worse than the last. “Filthy slut.” “Desperate cunt.” “Jealous bitch who doesn’t deserve our attention.” My eyes burned. Tears slipped down my cheeks despite how hard I fought them. My ego shattered further, but underneath the humiliation was that twisted pull, the dark temptation that kept me coming back. They won. I should have ignored them. I should have stayed on the other side of the party. But I’d walked right in

before winking. KRONOS was looking through whips on the table prepared for him. The chambers were filled with screams that were music to his ears while he picked the tool he wanted to use as he hummed. The louder his footsteps approach the man, the louder his trembling mouth moves. Kronos displays fear without doing anything… yet. The man was on his knees while begging for his life to be spared. "P-please… I know nothing about–" He was cut short when Kronos whipped the floor that created a loud bang. The man cried for God to save him as he faced the devil itself. With a handsome face and perfect body, he seemed like an angel yet was the opposite.

Last night’s passion replayed vividly in her mind—Darius's touch, his intensity, the way he made her forget everything, including herself. And Sandro. Her heart clenched at the thought of him. Her boyfriend of two years, the man who had always been steady, kind, and unwavering in his love for her. Sandro didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve him. “What have I done?” she whispered to herself, burying her face in her hands. Tears threatened to spill as the weight of her actions crashed down on her. She had let herself be swept away by desire, blinded by Darius’s magnetic pull, and now she had to face the consequences.

When he finally pulled out, a obscene torrent of demonic-tinged cum poured from my ruined, gaping hole. He leaned down, kissing me fiercely, his tongue tasting of sin and hellfire. “The demon has marked you now,” he whispered against my lips, voice returning slightly to normal but still edged with darkness. “Tomorrow night, Sister Magdalene and the others will join us. The rectory will become our unholy temple.” I lay there trembling, cum still leaking endlessly from my well-fucked pussy, body marked with bites and bruises. “Yes… Father,” I gasped weakly. Eighty more nights of surrender remained.

My priest. Finally, when my ass burned red and I was softly sobbing (contently I might add), Father Michaels stopped, removed the clothespin from my clit, and pulled me into his arms. He sat on the floor, leaning against the desk, holding me, caressing my naked body, and stroking my hair. He kissed my forehead and closed his eyes as he pulled me against his chest. I was still wet and yearning to have his cock inside me, but I knew that wasn’t within my control. He was the one who would decide when and if I was rewarded. I gently kissed his neck as he stroked my hair. “The Demon Lust is a beautiful creature disguised as a woman,” he whispered with a small smile on his lips. I smiled. “Well t

I gently kissed his neck as he stroked my hair. “The Demon Lust is a beautiful creature disguised as a woman,” he whispered with a small smile on his lips. I smiled. “Well then if I’m possessed by demons perhaps you should exorcise them by driving the lust from my body. Perhaps by satiating its need?” He chuckled. “Temptress.” “Save me from my lust.” My eyes met his and held them. His hands caressed my breasts and he leaned into me, kissing me deeply, his tongue fighting with mine.