Hedonistic Novels & Stories

I asked, feeling my voice shrink. He nodded. “Absolutely.” I blinked. “Why?” “Because your body has gotten used to using pleasure especially sexual pleasure as a way to sidestep pain,” he explained. “And when we take that escape away, even for just a bit, you’ll start to feel what’s really underneath.” “But what if I don’t want to feel what's underneath?” I asked softly. Lane leaned back in his chair. “That’s why this challenge is so important.” My stomach dropped.

Libia grabbed her phone, and when she looked at the screen, she realized it was exactly two in the morning. Lison seemed very still, as if he hadn’t moved from his spot all night. The encounters with him were always otherworldly. From the first time they were together, she openly showed her masochistic tendencies. She genuinely wanted to heal and put effort into it, but Tiodor was the kind of man she shouldn’t get involved with, which only made her more infatuated with the idea of being his heroine, the woman who would bring him back to the right path.

"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,