His Wicked Seduction Novels & Stories

And he was bare-chested, she could see his strong and muscular upper body in front of her eyes! “Don’t you remember what happened last night, Cherry?” His voice was more like a whisper, husky and passionate. “You pulled me to bed. You seduced me, saying you’re cold, asking me to warm your body. And you moaned in pleasure as we kissed….” Siena felt her heart beat faster as if it wanted to jump out of her chest. No! That was impossible! Had she lost her mind? Ah, she remembered taking too much sake! Then her head felt heavy and….

Elena cupped them briefly, lifting and squeezing them together as she looked him straight in the eyes. “Suck them,” she ordered softly, stepping closer until her breasts brushed against his chest. “Show me how much you want this nasty secretary.” David groaned, the last of his resistance gone. He bent his head and captured one rosy nipple between his lips, sucking greedily. Elena moaned, threading her fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair and pulling him harder against her chest. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, teeth grazing lightly, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.

“Shut up, Alec. Stop milking my desperation.” His expression shifted, amusement fading into something colder. “You can walk out of here and pretend yesterday never happened,” he said. “But you’ll still wake up tomorrow as the woman who got replaced by her best friend. Or…” His gaze darkened. “You can stay, and rewrite your story…with me.” I hesitated, and my heart raced, torn between fear and temptation. But when I realized I had nothing left to lose, and everything to gain, I breathed out, “Fuck it.”

I had seen it. A rush of excitement flooded through me, warm and wicked. My seduction was actually working. He wanted me. Badly. “See yah, Mr. William,” I said sweetly, my voice light and innocent, even as my body burned for him. I walked away with more sway in my hips than necessary, deliberately making my ass shake and jiggle for him, giving him the filthiest, most teasing show I could. I wanted him to imagine grabbing it, spreading it, fucking me from behind until I couldn’t walk straight.

“They do if they’re stupid. But I’m here now, aren’t I? Facing you. That has to count for something.” The man's lip twitched, a flash of irritation breaking through his deadly calm. He hated games, and Wren knew it. But she also knew he wasn’t impulsive. He didn’t kill for fun. He killed for purpose. And she had to make herself useful enough to live. “I’ll do anything,” she continued, her voice steadying. “Work for you. Pay it back. Double. Triple. Whatever it takes.” “You?” He laughed, a sound colder than winter frost. “What could you possibly offer me, Servitude? Loyalty? You threw that away the moment you ran. Hard work? You’re pathetic, bleeding on my floor like a mangy dog.”

she whispered, brushing her lips against his neck, “but I’ve been taught the art of seduction. For my husband’s sake, of course. But I wouldn’t mind testing it on you.” “Please…” he begged, eyes squeezing shut. A tear slipped down his cheek as he trembled, overwhelmed. But Vaani was deaf to his plea. She pressed her mouth to his again—fiercer, hungrier. He didn’t push her away. He should have. But something within him snapped, or melted. Her breath, soaked in the bitter scent of wine, intoxicated him. The taste of her mouth, the press of her body—his discipline unraveled. His hands found her waist, drawing her closer as he surrendered to a passion he neither wanted nor understood.

My chest heaved, my heart hammering as his green eyes pinned me where I stood. “Tell me you wanna suck my cock, pretty,” he murmured, his grip tightening, forcing my head to tilt slightly. “I’ll let you.” The words ignited something reckless in me, burning away hesitation. My lips parted, my voice trembling but soaked with hunger. “I… I want to suck your cock, Isaac.” His grin was slow, dangerous, like a predator savouring its prey. He leaned in, brushing his mouth over mine, teasing me with another kiss that barely landed before pulling away.

Seduced. The elevator opened into a room lit in dim amber tones. Velvet walls. A faint hint of cinnamon and sex in the air. In the center, a woman in a silk robe sat behind a low glass desk, expression unreadable. “Sienna Thomas,” the woman said. “Strip.” Sienna blinked. “What?” “No names, no phones, no clothing. You will wear what we give you. Refusal terminates the contract.” Sienna didn’t remember signing a contract—but her heartbeat betrayed her. She wanted to know what was behind that next door. What the hell this was.

With one swift move, he brushed his lips against mine. My heart raced. With a gasp, I withdrew, stammering, "What are you doing? We shouldn’t..." William interjected, his voice filled with desire, “Don't you know little one,” his eyes darkened. “The forbidden fruit is always the sweetest." And with that, he continued his skillful seduction, much more passionately, leaving me breathless and craving him more. “MorWilliam…,” my voice was barely a whisper as I succumbed to his touch.

A smirk was formed on her lips and without hesitation, she grabbed his collar and pulled him close until their lips were only a few millimeters away. "If you are trying to seduce me, then, you should do better than that. The first step in an effective seduction is no physical contact but building that sexual tension that is hard to resist. Want me to teach you?" she taunted before attempting to close the gap between them but when the escort was about to lean closer, she backed away with a mischievous grin. "That is how things should be done. You still have a lot to learn." Thinking that the man had given up, she shifted her attention to the others who were dancing and singing off-tune. Just