Great Seducer Novels & Stories

I heaved out an excessive sigh as I gulped before proceeding to the last part, and it read as follows: ‘In accordance with the specified terms and conditions above, do you, Miss Angelique Sloan (aged 23), agree to be Mr. Greyson Giovanni’s (aged 24) personal seductress at Giovan’s Night Club?’ “A seductress is someone who sticks by a client’s side for luscious acts, right?” I inquired. “Yes. There are also some instances wherein I would just be addressing you as my secretary or so, in case you wouldn’t prefer to be called a slut by the people who see us,” Greyson truthfully answered before he took a glance at his left wrist, where his watch was located.

My eyes search the tables and none have had the pleasure of Adam Arnault's ass today. I look at the clock on my wrist and it is twenty minutes past his usual time of being here. Being the perfectionist that he is, there is no chance of him coming anymore. Affair gets crossed off my list and I call my Desiré Noire, a spot of the singles and corrupted of Paris. Vanessa, the efficient woman who helped me with the scarf and the dance, and who knows the CEO so well, assures me that he is not there either. Soon, it is one less option, leaving her luxurious residence to unravel what the CEO has chosen for his night: a broken heart or one more to share his bed and this time, also including a place

It was as if he was staring at me. No no no.... It can't be.... I switched off the TV and ran to the room and brought out my laptop..... I typed 'DAMIAN SALVATORE' into the search bar Numerous articles relating to him displayed I read some and proceeded to check his pictures... He looks more cute in pictures... An article caught my eyes... NYC's sweetheart and youngest billionaire DAMIAN SALVATORE at 28 still yet to marry What? Are they for real?! Is he gay?

"Or I can collect it for you and send it wherever you end up, you don't need to stay here for paperwork." She made it sound so simple, so easy, like I could just walk away from everything and start over somewhere new. "I don't know," I said. "You don't have to decide right now," Claudia stood and gathered her purse. "Just think about it okay? Think about what staying here is doing to you, how you're barely functioning, how every day is just more pain." She kissed my forehead and headed for the door, paused with her hand on the knob. "Paris would be good for you," she said. "Fresh start, beautiful city, far enough away that you could actually heal instead of staying trapped in this nightmare.

I can't stop saying that. "And it's really annoying because I'm one of the people who gets invites every time you bite your lip," I don't know what to say. I was just surprised when he suddenly leaned me against his table. I looked at his hand as he slowly reached for the coffee behind me and placed it on the far side of the table. He placed it further away without leaving it in front of me. "I'll ask you again," he said seriously, looking into my eyes again. "Tell me the truth. The truth, Secretary Gillian, did my mother send you here to seduce me?" He was so serious, he didn't even blink.

A gay guy. “Maybe it was just the spur of the moment,” he muttered, almost trying to convince himself. “Or maybe,” Leo said, flicking a finger at Lake’s forehead, “you were seduced by his insanely gorgeous looks and stupidly perfect lips. Admit it—you were tempted, Lake.” “That’s not true,” Lake snapped, a little too quickly. “I’ve always liked…” He trailed off, his voice faltering. Monica Banks. Did he really like her—or just admire her from a distance, like a poster on a wall?

He leans in, so our eyes met, and there was very little space between our faces. My heart was pounding fast. “T-thanks,” I stuttered, then bit my lip hard and lowered my head. As soon as I lift my head up, I knew my eyes would betray me. “Will you stop doing that damn thing?” he said, then muttered a curse intently. “Doing what?” I ask nervously and inhale sharply. “Are you trying to seduce me using that sexy trick?” he asked softer now. I know he is trying to find my eyes.

His ruin was the sweetest kind to ever exist. And I couldn’t stop begging. Soren’s large, calloused hand reached around and groped my breast possessively, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh hard enough to make me gasp. His fingers pinched and rolled my sensitive nipple, sending sharp sparks of pleasure-pain straight to my clit. “Fuck—!” I cried out sharply as his massive cock speared deep into my pussy. The standing position made him feel impossibly big, forcing my tight walls to stretch around his girth as he buried every thick inch to the hilt.

he replied. "Yes, indecent and lousy Ladies " Emma retorted immediately. "What happened to go to a church, there should be better girls there " she added. "And which church girl will agree to leave her calling and marry someone she doesn't know, as if that is not enough follow me to Sioux falls because of money?! " "Only a gold digger will do that, and we'll find her here" he replied. "Just be patient" He added. She rolled her eyes as he picked up a drink from her table, sipped out of it, and relaxed in her seat.

Let's go and dance, Cassie soon spluttered after gulping the wine down and with the help of wine on Rinna's head she accepted and all walked to the floor. Yes.....yes...with Baila Comigo the song of Selena Gomez playing Rinna danced just like a trailed model .. dancing like crazy whichwhich soon earned her the attention from the men and with in an instant she suddenly felt two large hands on her waist trying to grind against her from behind. Sorry I can't do this..., Rinna immediately snapped the moment her body got alarmed but the bastard wasn't listening...his callous fingers were instead gripping her thighs in the damaged trouser.