Forbidden Temptation Novels & Stories

The room suddenly felt too hot as their scents filled my nostrils, making my cock twitch uncontrollably. They looked at each other—their eyes saying things they clearly didn’t want to say aloud and their expressions were a mixture of fear, curiosity, temptation and something darker. “If… if we agree… what happens now?” Vivian asked me with a hesitant voice. I stepped between them, close enough for their perfume to surround me. “Now? Now you become mine.”I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Camila's cheek Camila trembled while Vivian’s lips parted like she was inviting my touch.

I’d seen him at mass with his robes sucking onto his broad shoulders, and I hated how my gaze lingered. “It’s… desires, Father. Bad ones.” I paused, cheeks burning. “Homosexual desires. I can’t stop thinking about men. Touching them. Being touched. It’s constant, and I pray, but it doesn’t go away. I feel …disgusting.” A weird wave of silence stretched for a beat. Then that voice again, smoother this time, almost warm. “Many struggle with temptation, Noah. The flesh is weak, but the spirit can be stronger. Tell me more; let it out.”

Does that make me some kind of freak? I didn't care as I started to drag my fingers through every groove and channel of his torso. It was as if there wasn't any meat on him, only muscle. His abs, they were so damn big. There was something that was so damn potent, yet dangerous, about it. As if he could take me at any mo-ment and I didn't have the strength to fight him off. But I could tell by the fact that he wanted me to feel him, that he wanted me to do it of my own free will.

Victoria Morgan couldn't stop herself from replaying the video that Nelson had sent to her earlier that day. Despite her best efforts to resist, she found herself drawn to the forbidden pleasure it evoked—a pleasure that even her husband failed to provide. As she watched the video for the umpteenth time, she couldn't help but envy Mildred. She envied the intensity of Mildred's passion, the reckless abandon with which she gave herself over to desire. And as she watched, a voice inside her whispered, "Why not you?"

“You really believe this is about control.” “I believe everything you do is about control,” Clara replied. “Including pretending it isn’t.” Serena’s smile thinned, just slightly. “You’re good,” she said. “But you’re still standing between two worlds.” “And you’re still assuming I need permission to choose,” Clara said. Serena leaned back. “You’re drawn to him.” Clara didn’t deny it. Serena noticed. “That’s your weakness,” Serena said gently. “You mistake connection for alignment.” “And you mistake history for ownership,” Clara replied.

Tristan whispered, lowering his eyes in dejection. “What’s forbidden always appeals to your heart. All of them are simply caught in an illusion.” He whispered, gritting his teeth. “You taught us, not just Brother but all of us… yet.” Tristan scowled, rage blinding him. “Once again, Tristan. Temptation is a great curse. Anyone could lose.” He hummed. He was trying so hard to find a justification for their action but it would bring grave consequences and he knew it. It was supposed to be a fun adventure to look and come back. How could it become so malevolent?

he said softly, “temptation is not the fruit itself. It is the moment before you taste it—the pause, the question, the tremor in your soul. You are all trembling now. And that tremor is the key to freedom.” His words settled into their bones like heat. The men behind them raised the apples slightly, red skins glowing like embers in the candlelight. The laughter was gone. The hall pulsed with silence, desire, and the weight of the unknown. And then, as though choreographed, the women lifted their hands toward the apples.

After I look away, feeling an intense heat up my thighs, thinking how delicious it would be Hunter’s month on mine. Hunter is synonymous of TEMPTATION… Irresistible, delicious, forbidden and addicting, everything I’ve been running from right now in my life.

"Victor is an aesthetic hedonist. He buys beautiful things and breaks them when he grows bored. If you approach him as a delicate flower, he will take you, conquer you, and discard you again." Adrian's thumb stroked over Julian’s bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, exposing white teeth. Julian felt a shudder run through his core, a sharp spike of arousal that caught him off guard. "You must be the poison he willingly swallows," Adrian continued softly, his thumb tracing the curve of Julian's jaw line down to his throat. "You must be arrogant, elusive, and utterly unattainable until he is crawling on his knees. He must believe you are superior to him in every way—wealthier, sharper, cooler,

Even if I have to stay far away from him. He is dangerous as Bernie had earlier said. The more closer I get to him, the more fire consumes me. The fire from Romania, isn't a normal one. It's a fire of temptation and destruction, once I get closer, I would be consumed by it and there won't be an escape route for me. I will lose Bernie and the love he has for me because of a mere temptation. “Are you okay, Octavia? You've been staring into space.” Bernie kissed my exposed cleavage, his eyes filled with lust and a little part was consumed with worry.