روايات وقصص ضمن His Wicked Seduction

I'm not sure he even noticed. “Harrison?” I stand up to greet him and as he drags me into a hug I am reminded of how touchy feely Inccubi can be. He runs his hand up and down my back gently until I pull away. Harrison is the typical tall, dark and handsome guy. He looks like a movie star and is used to women falling at his feet to please him. Silly girls, while it's true that Inccubi are into seduction, what they enjoy is the chase. Giving an Incubus what he wants is a sure fire way to make sure he never calls you back. Resisting Inccubi is something that most girls struggle with, the same way men struggle to refuse a Succubus. Their magic is geared towards seduction. They can make you relax

Jessica suppressed her anger and put on a perfect smile, saying, "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Marcus!" This woman's smile was clearly fake, so why was it so bewitching? Marcus lightly traced his fingers over Jessica's exposed skin, relishing the silk-like touch. A surge of electricity shot up Jessica's spine, rushed to her head, and then spread throughout her body. She trembled uncontrollably, her skin turning a faint shade of pink. When it came to seduction techniques, who dared to compete with Mr. Marcus? His wicked and deep gaze, like a captivating vortex, made people succumb to its irresistible charm. Jessica's perfect smile was starting to falter, and her heart was pounding like t

Wicked’s voice was silky smooth, a dangerous purr. “I care.” I couldn’t move. “Obviously I care about him Wicked, he was just comforting me. Just being a friend.” “A friend?” Wicked’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. “A friend you share saliva with huh? Is that the kind of friends you need?” “What has it got to do with you Wicked? You aren’t my brother.” He ignored me totally. His free hand popping the button of my black jeans. “Is that the kind of friend you need Chelsea? This type of friend? Because this is all you are going to get from this club.” His hand delved downward. Straight into my panties and across my clit.

Welcome to The Art of Seduction, a series crafted to lead you through the labyrinth of human passion, where every turn reveals another facet of our darkest fantasies and most forbidden dreams. Here, seduction is an art form, a game played with skillful precision and dangerous intent. It’s a world where whispered promises can lead to a lifetime of ecstasy or an eternity of torment. Each story within these pages is a journey, an invitation to step into the unknown and embrace the shadows that lurk within us all. But be warned, dear reader, this path is not for the faint of heart.

My mind was elsewhere, replaying every glance, every inflection from the brief moments I’d spoken to him. Mr. Washington wasn’t like most Luxe clients. He didn’t dress his charm in flattery like how other men do it. He didn’t lean in too close or fill silences with rehearsed compliments. He’s just different, you know. He watched. He waited. And when he spoke, it was with the confidence of someone who expected the world to lean in and listen. And now he mentioned about “last night, whatever that meant. I dressed carefully, defaulting to something simple: cream culottes pants, a white silk blouse, hair tucked back just enough to show my hoop earrings. Luxe women didn’t just meet clients, they

Stumbling back three feet, caught off guard, Wicked snarls, touching his lower lip with a look of rage blazing in his green irises. “You fucking bitch!” Wicked growls, looking at his fingers that have a splash of blood tainting them. Ele violently wipes her hand across her mouth, then spits at Wickeds’ feet with disgust. “You will live to regret stealing a kiss that didn’t belong to you, Wicked Ripley.” She hisses as she straightens her spine. “My last set of words weren’t for you to prove me wrong.” A sinister chuckle vibrates from Wickeds’ chest as he combs his fingers through his silky black hair. “It’s true what they say about the Drakos’ women.”

She giggled. “I won’t,” he said while laying her softly on the couch and adjusting his weight on one side so he wouldn’t crush her beneath him. “You drive me crazy,” he declared before capturing her lips in the sexiest salsa dance she’s ever performed. It was as if their tongues and lips knew the dance of passion as they moved in harmony to music only lovers hear. The seduction made every nerve ending in her body come to life, wanting to get stroked. And Owen knew when and where to touch to make her moan as if in a song.

My face flushed a little and I turned away from him immediately to avoid being caught by others as well as hide my flushed face from him. "Good day everyone, so I told us in the last class to read the book titled Othello by William Shakespeare right, so today I will like us to critically assess the character of Desdemona in the book Othello, let me know if any of you really did what I asked you to do..." Miss B said to the class. Good thing she spoke up now at least everyone's attention, including mine was now on her. Damn! I totally forgot about the book, I just hoped that she doesn't give us a pop quiz right now because, I'll really fail it as I have no single idea what the book is all abo

Could she ask to fire him immediately? Leon’s eyes narrowed as he watched her as though knowing what ran across her mind. She coughed, clearing her throat and smiled, “Yes, I think he does fit the description for the work. I hope you can be welcomed here, Mr. Wickedhem.” “There is no need for the formality, milady. You can call me as Leon,” said the demon smoothly, too smoothly to come across as charming even. “Also, as long as you are glad to accept me, I will make myself a home here.”

Declan exclaimed, shaken. "J-just... please that back again in the... oh! Yeah, like that," Lucifer said as he looked at him again. "I-I mixed ingredients in there so that when anyone drinks it, they'll immediately feel their body heat and eventually have sex in an instant — oh! F*ck woman!" Is this correct? He returned it to the container, however, and only took the whiskey. "C-can you leave my room, women? My friend, Declan, is here." The women's ayes turned to see him and softly left before they looked him over from head to toe.