Forbidden Temptation Novels & Stories

Sophia took a sip, the wine warming her from the inside. "The assignment… it’s on modern interpretations of taboo relationships, right?" "Exactly." He sat beside her on the chaise, close enough that his thigh brushed hers. "Tell me, Sophia. Have you ever experienced real temptation? The kind that consumes you, body and soul, even when you know it could destroy everything?" Her breath hitched. "I…no. Not really. I’ve always been the good girl. Focused on studies. My parents expect perfection."

Alexander Temptation. People define temptation as many things—a fleeting desire, a moment of weakness, an indulgence that comes with consequences. But I had never understood that word. If you know something is bad for you, why indulge in it? Why get tempted to take something or do something that is bad for you? So, I saw temptation as a test. Fail it, and there would be consequences. I had never been tempted to do something before. Never been tempted to hold a woman, to make her moan, to give her the best orgasm of her life, to fuck her until she couldn’t walk anymore. Desires were never my thing. But...

He holds me still with one iron hand on my hip and gives my ass another sharp, stinging slap. “Beg for it. Beg like the desperate, cock-hungry baby you are.” “Please…please, Damon, please let me come…I’ve been good, I tried so hard not to, but I need it, I need to come on your cock so badly it hurts…please, I’ll do anything, I’ll be your good girl, your dirty little slut, just please let me come…please, please, please…” “Louder. I want the whole house to hear how badly you need it.”

It was an awkward topic that had no future. “I want you, Emilia. I want to do things with you that you aren’t ready for. So what choice do I have than to stay away?” His fingers moved her hair to the other side to caress her exposed neck. With his warm voice uttering words that played with her senses, his fingers working their magic on her skin, Amelia felt intoxicated by his nearness. While her heart wanted to tell him she was ready for whatever he wanted to do with her, it was her mind that battled against her wishes. No, it was too early to surrender herself to a stranger she just met.

“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.”

She shouldn’t still be in the chapel. Not this late. Not alone. But Sister Eliana's guilt is a cage, and she kept locking herself back inside it. The white of her habit clung to her skin, damp with sweat and midnight heat. She was kneeling in front of the altar, again, praying so hard her voice trembled. Her eyes shut tight, hands clenched in prayer, rosary beads digging into her fingers until they left bruises. “Deliver me from temptation,” she whispered. “Deliver me from evil.”

The deadly, elite assassin of The Order—the woman who had infiltrated high-security demon courts and slipped past ancient vampire sentries without leaving a single trace—had just compromised her own operational safety because she wanted to try out her new wireless earbuds and do a little fucking dance. "Oh... oh gods," Seraphina muttered, her hand flying to her mouth as her eyes darted around the floor in genuine, deep-seated embarrassment. She felt entirely ridiculous. "I... I didn't see a sign. I just saw the black doors were empty and I wanted to get upstairs before 7:00 AM so I could look at the files..."

NOAH; irresistible. I'm trying to keep it together. I promised myself to just make her feel better, have fun with her in the basement but something about her keeps breaking my rules. She looked so innocent, I don't know, I just love it and it would be very bad to let someone else mark her. Jace doesn't just know what he has and I will help him. I didn't want to get entangled, I tried so hard to fight it, I have felt the need to get sexual with anyone for such a long time.

Now they were filled with her. Lena. Soft-spoken. Eyes like weathered poetry. That faint cinnamon smell that clung to her clothes and made his chest ache with something that felt dangerously like nostalgia. She wasn’t supposed to get to him. She wasn’t supposed to make him feel anything at all. He swallowed the scotch in a long, slow gulp, letting the burn remind him he was still in control—still the same man who had built an empire from ashes and ruthless ambition. But the truth felt more fragile than ever.

And yet… It knocked the air from his chest. He stood too quickly. Didn’t know why. She gave him a look that made him remember his manners—and all the reasons he wasn’t supposed to want her this way. He swallowed hard. “There’s something about her,” he thought. Something holy and haunted. Something sharp enough to gut me and soft enough to stay. He nearly texted her that night. Nearly told her that the moment behind her wasn’t just tension—it was temptation, mercy, and madness all rolled into one breath.