Dark Temptations Novels & Stories

I’m the fucking devil. I squat in front of the man chained to the roof of the basement in the Gambino mansion. His trembling arms are attached to the hook on the low ceiling by a thick metal clasp. He hangs there helplessly, leaving the rest of his body exposed to me to do with as I please. My gaze rakes over the sweat and blood clinging to his pale skin. Bruises and gashes paint his body like the finest piece of artwork, thanks to my fists.

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Noah questioned. "It's a private ceremony within two families... I'll be back on time." I got ready for the night. Used thick beard and wig to hide the face. Other members were also in disguise. We went to the club and as planned Spider was enjoying his lavish lifestyle with beautiful girls around him. Julie, Noah and I took seats. Arabella was going to make her entry in a different way but she is still missing. Looks like Spider has arranged the night for himself, all dancers and girls are entertaining him. He was done eye raping pole dancers by the end of her dance and something churned in my stomach.

I would shift in my seat, my face flushing, my dick getting hard. “The devil is among us, my brothers and sisters,” he boomed, his voice echoing through the church. “He is in our hearts, in our minds, in our… loins. He tempts us with filthy thoughts, with unnatural desires. He makes us weak. He makes us crave the forbidden fruit.” He clicked the remote, and the vibrations intensified, a steady, insistent pulse against my prostate. I bit my lip, a choked sound escaping my throat. A few people turned to look at me. I just smiled weakly, pretending to be moved by the spirit.

I look like I’ve been carved from sin and starlight, and I’m so horny I could cry. I flop onto the bed, spread my legs, and start touching myself. Just a little relief. Just, fuck, I need something. The second my fingers slide through my folds, the air shimmers. Four of them step out of nowhere. Four gorgeous, terrifying, perfect demons. One is all silver skin and white horns, smirking like he owns the place. One is bronze with black wings and a forked tail that keeps flicking. One is emerald green, eyes glowing, twin tongues flicking out to taste the air.

I placed the glass at the table while I was covering my mouth with my other hand. “Can't handle godfather cocktail? Too weak.” she teased, I let out a sarcastic laugh. “Sorry, I didn't inform you that it was godfather, you should've done a slow sipping.” she told me, I furrowed my brows at her. I noticed her roll her eyes despite the changing lights inside the club. “Just so you know, it's not suited for bottoms up.” she said, it was then my turn to roll my eyes at her.

With the entire world watching her with surprise, Amelia’s face flushed with colour. An electric jolt shot through her body feeling crushed against his hard chest and shoulders. His muscular arm felt like an iron band around herself. She instinctively snaked her arm around his neck to keep herself from toppling over. It was a bad idea since it made her nipples harden with arousal. No, this wasn’t right at all! This guy should come with a statutory warning sign hanging around his neck saying, Dangerously Tempting! Females could have detrimental side effects from severe cases of se*ual arousal in his company!

I didn't even know how to speak anymore as I watched him use me for pleasure, his monster disappearing into me every second, destroying my pussy in a good way that left me senseless. His eyes opened again as he stared at me, our eyes locked and we seemed to be in a world where we could only see each other as he rammed into me non-stop, every movement of his was like a reply inside my mind and he was the only one I can see there. He's so good-looking, so gorgeous like a god of sex, every part of him was captivating to the eyes as if he was sent here to play and use all girls like he wants as his plaything. He looks like a god cast down for leading girls over there to temptation and making the

She was temptation incarnate, a walking blasphemy in fishnet stockings and red lipstick. 'Sandra,' I said, forcing calm into my tone, 'these acts... they separate you from God's grace. You must repent.' 'Oh, I repent, Father. Every time I come here, I repent with you.' Her voice dropped, husky now. 'Tuesday, I hooked up with two bikers after my shift. They took me back to their garage, bent me over a Harley and took turns fucking my mouth and my cunt. One had this massive cock, veiny and throbbing, that stretched me so wide I screamed. The other gripped my throat while he pounded my ass, calling me their dirty little whore. I swallowed every drop they gave me, Father. Tasted like sin and sal

Pastor Daniels stepped forward, wiping sweat from his bald head with a trembling hand. “This is what sin looks like when you feed it, Mrs. Hartley,” he said. “Lust made flesh. Circuits of temptation.” Her mother nodded, voice cracking with fury and grief. “She used to lead youth choir,” she said to no one. “She was pure. My Layla was pure.” “We can still save her,” the pastor said, voice rising. “With prayer and cleansing. The demon is the machine.” “It’s not a demon!” Layla screamed. “It’s mine!”