Dark Temptations Novels & Stories

“Oh God…” “I am your demon. The one sent to make your life hell, to remind you that you have no place in the world of good. You have to keep sinning, every single damn time, dragging yourself into situations that will prove you’re the bad girl you really are.” His tone is silk and steel, a mix of temptation and curse. “I am your temptation—the ever-reigning supreme being that will ensure you keep getting claimed over and over again until all you can think about is me.” What the fuck? My mind screams the words, heart slamming in my chest.

I lay there shaking, trembling, moaning. “Againn”, I whispered. My boss still convulsing, still twitching, still dripping from his cum. I didn't care, I just wanted him to fill me one more time. He chuckled. That sinful chuckle that made my nipples harder, it made my pussy throb even more. He looked at me with drak eyes.” You want more?”, his voice deep against my spine. “You think that little pussy can take more of this?”, his eyes dropped down to his cock.

No point in sparing them a second of her time. Without a thought, she tossed everything in the cup down with one swallow. The whole world was starting to blur deliciously. By the time the second drink entered her hand, Danielle didn’t give a fuck who was watching. She wanted to burn, dance, forget any problems existed. In between taking the third drink, she didn’t notice the glances passing between the boys, or when one of them suddenly had a key in his hands. Not until it was too late. Suddenly, somebody’s hand was on her waist. She raised her head to see the devil mask boy. He was laughing, saying something in her ear. What did it mean? Damn it. She could barely make sense of anything.

"Because you only understand desire. But humans, and spirits, have more than that." With their combined strength, Siron’s weave-light added to the energy of the saved victims, they struck the Temptress. This time, it wasn't a physical blow, but an attack of truth. The Temptress shrieked. Maya’s form in the dream world shattered, and the purple mist was forced out. But before vanishing, her voice whispered: "This isn't over... I will return... with desires far darker..." The mist vanished. The dream room began to collapse.

Chapter Two. AZAEL BLACKWELL. The redhead with the big blue eyes was moving her hips in circles above me, I could feel my manhood coming in and out of her over and over again, I was focusing, imagining her to be that sweet redhead I've been studying for months, one that, has become the main protagonist of every one of my fantasies, I can't get her out of my head, not until I have her in my hands and make her mine, just mine.

“Note: elevated heart rate. Pupil dilation consistent with immersive stimulus. Subject is entering critical receptivity window.” Receptivity. She wanted to scream. They weren’t guiding him through healing. They were breaking him open, emptying him, and preparing him to absorb whatever rewritten truth they wanted to install next. This wasn’t therapy. This was compliance engineering. Suddenly, M-47’s body convulsed. Not slightly—violently. His hands seized the chair’s arms, and a guttural sob escaped his throat. “No... please, I didn’t... I tried—” It wasn’t remorse. It was desperation. Fear. Loss of control. She had seen real catharsis before—slow, messy, self-driven. This was none of that. T

She looked so fucking sexy and I couldn't help but let the beast that was trapped in-side of me, escape. "Fuck me harder!" she begged, and I felt as if everything I'd done up to now was a tease. She kept re-peating it over and over again. I kept tugging her head back and slamming harder inside her. I felt as if it was getting out of control, but there was a fire burning inside me the more she yelled.

“I don’t want anyone else looking at you and feeling the way I do right now.” “Yes? And how’s that?” “Hungry, out of control, the want is making my body burn. I can’t think.” “Oh.” “Yes.” Cass slid her hand higher, moved the flimsy piece of material covering her wetness aside, and slipped her finger into the wet heat. “Come onto my lap.” “I’ll make your tux dirty.” Olivia gasped as the finger inside her became two. “You do look so damned good in that tux.” “Fuck the tux, Liv.”

He whispers with a sultry voice, unbothered by her response as he bridges the gap between them. Mildred's emotions churn inside her like a storm threatening to break loose. She longed for him inside her, to fulfill all the promises he whispered. Mildred feels her defenses weakening. His words, despite their emptiness, held a seductive power over her. Her heart races, pounding against her chest as she struggles to resist his advances. A part of her aches to give in, to surrender to the tantalizing allure of his touch. But another part, the rational part, reminds her of the consequences of allowing herself to be played by Nelson's charms.