Fatal Attraction Novels & Stories

The rest of her girls gripped me tightly and dragged me down to the basement, throwing me to the most rascally boys in Briarwood—the ones I’ve always avoided—leaving me completely at their mercy. “Please, don’t do this to me. I beg of you. I won’t—” “Shut up, bitch!” Allison whipped a slap across my face, causing me to fall back hard, my knees hurting badly. By now, I was already feeling burning hot, beads of sweat rolling down my face. I felt dizzy, and a strange, terrifying arousal was taking over my body. “Mmmm, I understand. We are going to fuck her and record it like we usually do,” one of the bad boys of Briarwood said as I ran my hands frantically over my own skin.

“She? Who exactly is she you keep talking about, Cedric? Are you telling me there is someone else? Have you been cheating on me all this time?” “Cheating?” Cedric laughed mockingly, looking at me with a look of pity mixed with disgust. “Don't make it sound so terrible and dramatic, Luna. It’s not like that. It is just… I finally met someone who is right for me, someone who belongs to my world and understands my soul. Someone who makes me feel happy and complete.”

Absolutely ridiculous. I groaned softly and buried my face into a pillow. “Oh my God…” I liked him. There. I admitted it. Not love. Definitely not love. But attraction? Yes. A dangerous amount of attraction. And honestly, that realization terrified me a little. Because Adrian Romano was the exact type of man women lost their minds over. Powerful. Mysterious. Intense. The kind that looked at you once and suddenly you forgot basic common sense. I sat up slowly with a frustrated sigh.

It's the emotional devastation that's threatening to pull me under. I'm stopped at a red light when I see it— a building I've never paid attention to before, though I must have passed it dozens of times. The sign glows in deep red neon: Fatal Seduction. Something about the name tugs at me, draws my attention like a magnet. The exterior is understated but elegant, dark brick with tall windows that reveal warm light spilling from within.

I'd forgotten what it felt like to want something this badly, to feel alive in my own skin, to look forward to tomorrow because it meant seeing her again. Whatever this was, this twisted, forbidden attraction, I was going to follow it to its inevitable conclusion. Even if it destroyed everything and me with it.

someone purred, moving to stand in front of me, blocking Matteo from my view. The girl stood way too close to me, her flowery perfume filling up my nostrils. She batted her thick eyelashes and licked her red-painted lips. “I am Scarlet,” she said, slipping on the bar stool next to me. “And you must be Alessandro?” I narrowed my eyes at her and batted her lashes again. “Everyone has been talking about Conti’s son being in town, and these nights it is always the same people attending. I figured the new face might be the guy who is the talk of the town.”

Amira asks, halfway through the journey, a huge smile on her face. “Yes” I sign to her, “I am excited. A change of scenery is what I need now” She smiles at me but doesn’t say anything again. I close my eyes and press it against the headrest as the image of Dominic fills my mind again. How can I be attracted to someone I hate this way? I am only supposed to be attracted to my mate and nothing else, not this murderer who has no regard for anyone. I even remember the way he spoke on the phone last night. So prideful.

I think they have been in that office too long; I hope they will come out soon. I need to find a pigeon for my plan. I look around, searching for the ideal guy: handsome, muscular, and especially tall. After ten minutes of searching, I find the rare bird. He is at a VIP table, which means he has money. Which doesn't hurt, it will only show my man that I can snag a rich guy in a few minutes. Very well, now to the attack, I take a seductive walk and move a little toward the dance floor where the VIP clients want to dance. I start moving my curves, which immediately attract everyone's attention, including the guy in question. The fish has bitten the hook.

The air was thick with perfume, whispered alliances, and power plays in couture. And then there was me. Scarlett Blackwood. Dominic waited at the base of the stairs. When he saw me, something flickered in his eyes—something he didn’t even bother hiding. Possession. Hunger. Pride. The hunger in his eyes sent my back arching slightly in hot awareness. I still have no idea why I’m suddenly so attracted to a man like Dominic Blackwood. “You’ll start wars in that dress,” he murmured as I reached him. “Good,” I whispered back. “Let’s see who bleeds first.”

He ran a shaky hand through his hair, backing up until he was flat against the front door, ready to bolt if the subject should get any more oppressive. Sol was on her feet, stalking toward the uneasy Titan straight ahead. This man had her hormones, her head, her life, in a constant state of turmoil for the past six months, and she’d be damned if he was escaping now. All of the confusion she had kept a lid on was being shaken up like a bottle of champagne until the pressure was too much and she blew her cork.