His Wicked Seduction Novels & Stories

Ivy continued, her voice tightening, “that a seventy-year-old man walked into a vineyard and murdered his own son?” Marcus tilted his head. “Victor Blackwood isn’t exactly a fragile grandfather.” That part was true. Victor had built Blackwood Global from nothing. People in the industry used words like ruthless and untouchable when they spoke about him. Still— Murdering Julian? Sebastian finally turned away from the screen. “That footage could be edited.” Marcus nodded calmly. “It could.” “And if it is,” Sebastian said, “you’re a dead man for showing it to me.” Marcus didn’t look intimidated.

aching. He stood in the center of the room, his chest rising and falling, his silver eyes... black. They were black with a desire so raw, so feral, it was terrifying. "That," he panted, his voice a raw rasp, "was your first lesson. Seduction is a weapon, little mate. And you... have no defense against me." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I won the wager," he said, his voice a low, victorious growl. "I could take you, right here, on this floor, and your body would beg me for it."

SEX AND SCAM The bass throbbed through the soles of my stilettos like a second heartbeat. I leaned back against the sticky bar, gin and tonic sweating in my hand, and watched him watch me from the VIP ledge. Black shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled to the forearms, the kind of careless wealth that doesn’t need to shout. He hasn’t looked away in ten minutes. Good. Let the hunger build.

Together, they formed a circle of seduction, their scents—jasmine, musk, and lust—enveloping me. “Newcomer?” the brunette purred, stepping closer, her hand brushing my arm, sending shivers through me. I nodded, heart racing, my nipples hardening under the silk. “Let’s welcome her,” the blonde teased, guiding me to a plush chaise, the others closing in. The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit.

The thought made her even wetter. Viktor stripped off his jacket and shirt. His muscular, tattooed body looked dangerous in the red light. He freed his thick cock and rubbed it against her entrance. “They’re watching you,” he said, voice low. “They can see how desperate you are for my cock. How wet you get for The Wicked.” He pushed inside her in one deep thrust. Aliyah moaned loudly. He fucked her hard and fast, hips slamming against her. The sound of skin slapping echoed in the room. He gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, pounding deep.

"He suspects I’m a spy. But he’s not my main problem. I just need to get those files and get out of there before anyone notices. I just need Darlington to trust me enough to let me close." "Well, there is no man on this earth who can't be wooed if you have the right tools," Anastasia said. She walked to the front door, flipped the 'Open' sign to 'Closed,' and locked the door. Then, she pulled out a large white board and a marker. "Okay, bestie," Anastasia said with a grin. "Sit down. It's time to teach you the art of seducing a man who hates love. Let's get to work on Darlington Knight."

Mature Content Other side of the mansion a man was fucking a woman mercilessly without paying any heed to her who was screaming in pain and pleasure both but more in pain as this man was very rough with her. That man was very violent, he was trying to get the pleasure which he had not found in anyone after tasting her soft and fragile body. She was the only one who could seduce him without making a single move, who could give him immense pleasure without even cooperating with him. She was a witch who had cast a spell on him, due to which he could not see anyone but her.

Will hovered over her, covering her frame with his large one. “Tell me what you want from me, baby.” “You. Everything that you have to offer.” Will smirked. “On your knees now.” His seductive voice commanded her. As Anna bent down on her knees, he found the sight alluring. He was completely enchanted by the way she looked. Grabbing her waist, he dragged her to the edge of the bed, catching her off guard. Her wet and drenched pussy was exposed to him. His manhood was throbbing.

I only know one way to love, and while he may have burrowed deep into my being, he might not have truly glimpsed the devil lurking just beneath the surface of my gaze. He provoked me, taunted me, and as I realized that my love could go beyond boundaries, the hunter became the hunted. I broke him and captured him. He claimed he wanted me; well, now he has my full attention. Let’s see how he can endure the seduction of a damned soul. ****** THE HAND OF DEATH: Kaidën

“I don't chase women I want, they go after me, they plead for my body and soul. I know your type and I will get you” Teyana smirked , she seductively replied him in a whisper, the voice he wanted to hear in the other room. “ Am sorry Cee, you won’t get me. Neither will I crave for your body and soul like them, rather you’ll yearn to get not just between my legs but to officially be my man”