Forbidden Temptation Novels & Stories

I observe as he tightly closes his eyelids as the liquid passes down his throat; the sensuous action of his tongue licking his pink sugar lips after giving me a sense of déjà vu. Oh, come on, dear self! You never devoured your two-year-old boyfriend as much as you are devouring this stranger. Avoid temptation. Avod this sin. This is dangerous! I agree with my intellect this time without a doubt. Its description of him as sin perfectly depicts him. He is just like a righteous sin, and I cannot allow myself to be drawn into it. He is a temptation that I need to avoid. "Haven't you had enough to drink for today? I mean, how many bottles have you drowned so far?" I ask as he sips on his favourit

[[ Clara's Pov ]] I saw the glimmer of hope crashing down behind the layer of his eyes. I felt the same too. Not because I pleaded guilty, but because I was sorry for my sister. She was an angel to me even though I had doubts about whether she thought the same of me or not. I saw his statue-like posture from afar. Perhaps he needed a few moments to return to his aloof mood. So I gave him enough space to calm down. My mind wandered on their previous

My arms and legs were toned over all I loved my new body. My relationship with Matt became somewhat uncomfortable. I noticed that he will stare at me at times and the look in his eyes were filled with emotions I struggled to decipher. I learned how to control my own emotions as well my face is usually void of any emotion unless I want you to see it. I held a lot of guilt inside me because not only did I become the Seductive Temptress I also became a killer, a deadly one. I can still remember the first guy I killed although I no longer have nightmares about it I still felt some guilt and remorse. Not because he was a good guy no but because that situation changed my whole life I felt guilty b

I pleaded to the man, but all that came out was a muffled noise. "Shh, it's okay, I got you. Don't be disobedient or else you won't like what I'll do to you." The man said in a smoky voice. I tried to get out of his hold using my hands but he was too strong. "You looked so fucking cute in the halls earlier. Like a lost puppy. You really caught my attention angel." The hand that was in my shirt was taken back and he clasped both of my hands tightly, I'm pretty sure it would leave a bruise by how much force the man was exerting.

How could I resist the pull, the yearning deep within the yearn? And so, we kissed. I didn't remember who had exactly started it because my mind went automatically hazy. Longing for that simple touch which was going to set my heart ablaze, there was no other option than to submit to the temptation. She gave me a kiss which was both sweet and tender. Like a pair of butterflies flattering their wings in perfect harmony. The tingling sensation which ran through me like a jolt of electricity was hard to describe or comprehend. That kiss was beautiful with a slight touch of tongues, yet cruel in various details. We were both lost in forbidden love, in the love we could not show, nor should we sha

More and more of my juices pulled out, coating his face as he worked my clit in relentless circles. I had to admit the truth to myself, entangling myself with not just one but two of my stepbrothers was unquestionably forbidden. The weight of the situation was heavy on my conscience, and I knew I was walking on a precarious path. It was a forbidden desire that I couldn’t easily untangle, no matter how much I told myself it was wrong.

It is taking him all he could not to kiss back. F*ck! It's just so hard! All his body wants right now is to just kiss her back. How can he fight the urge? He has always wanted to kiss her. He has always wanted to kiss every part of her body. How can he control himself in a moment like this? What type of temptation is this? He clenched his fist as he kept on fighting the urge of kissing her back. He really needs to break away from this kiss before he does something that he would regret.

How could I refuse him when he was exactly what I wanted even though I knew that this was forbidden? “Yes, you can, Dante,” I responded, giving in to him with surrender. Dante’s hand walked around me until it touched one of my breasts, and he squeezed lightly, making me crave his touch more. And when he was done fondling my breast, he trailed downwards, and I eagerly waited for his hand to get to where it wanted to go. Every fiber of my being gave in to him, and even my mind couldn’t resist it anymore. There was now no part of me that didn’t want this, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t have.

Instead, I sat on the cold floor, fighting my own body, my own treacherous thoughts. Because the truth was a blade I could no longer deny: Part of me wanted him to come back. And that terrified me more than anything else. Dante POV There is an economy to temptation. Too much, and you exhaust the appetite; too little, and it never awakens. The true master finds the measure between famine and feast and paces the offerings like a composer scoring a crescendo. I have the metronome; she is the instrument.

That she had not left their penthouse with trembling legs and no panties beneath her dress. But then her phone would buzz, and the spell would break all over again. Private Number Come up tonight. He wants to watch you crawl. And she would go. Every time. Without resistance. The days blurred into a cycle of temptation and surrender. Ivy’s body became something else entirely. A vessel of need. A tool for their pleasure. And yet she never felt used. No, it was worse. She felt wanted. Cherished. Owned. That was the most dangerous part.