Incarcerated Seductive Letters Novels & Stories

Andrew's POV I had tried so many times to resist her. On business trips, I kept my distance, reminding myself she was my secretary and not the kind of woman I usually entertained. But right now, none of that mattered. She was all I wanted. Her allure was intoxicating and her body was too tempting. I craved her and I wanted to bury myself deep inside her sweet hole until she would tremble and beg me for mercy. Without hesitation, I slid a pillow beneath her back, tilting her hips perfectly for me. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. A soft gasp escaped her lips as our bodies aligned.

Pathetic. I walked to the pile of letters I had on the table, and picked them one by one, sorting them by relevance. Now and then an envelope bathed in perfume surfaced, and I put them in a separate pile. It was one of the things that came in with being rich and famous, women thought they could win you over with perfumed letters. I picked a black envelope lined with gold. It was perfume as well, but it did not smell like it was meant to seduce. It was choking. Intrigued, I opened the envelope. The letter inside wasn't long. It was a simple message;

Speculation is rife that the children were trafficked from countries worldwide and were destined for the sex market and labour gangs. He reads the article carefully, drinking his tea. Then he pours himself another cup and re-reads the article. Breathing deeply, he sits back in his chair, fingers steepled. After a while, he stands, walking carefully to his desk. He takes out a pad of paper and a pen and in a neat and careful hand, begins to write. Dear Jenny, I do not know when or if this letter will find you. I am writing to you now because I have read today in the newspaper of the scandal which has broken from the 'home' in which you were incarcerated prior to your life here....

“I tried to tell you… I really tried to… But you… I wrote you a letter but you didn’t respond to it.” His glare turned to a frown. “A letter?” Federico asked. “What letter?” She swallowed tightly. “I was in prison… I wrote you a letter as soon as I found out I was pregnant. When you didn’t respond I assumed you weren’t interested in hearing what I had to tell you. So, I didn’t try again. It was too dangerous in any case. I could hardly write and tell you I was carrying your child… As you well know, in prison all my letters were screened.”

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

The main link to it remained in the search engine, but when I tried to open it and see what it said, it popped an error. Class was over and I assumed that was my sign to stop digging. Clearly there's drama and secrets, both of which I should run far away from. But then if I had leverage, he couldn't blackmail me. Yet using his past and possible mistakes against him would make us the same. "Hey baby. It feels like forever. What are you thinking about?" Nick ambushes me in the hallway. Yes I know what I said. There's people around, but his arms are roaming from my waist, thighs, nearly settling on my ass.

Valerio knelt and pushed it open. Under the stone was a vacant space, and in it, an old metal box. He yanked it loose, his own breath ragging in the weight of it—not the physical weight, exactly, but the history that filled it. He set it on the floor and sprung the catch. The hinges shrieked loudly as the top groaned open. Inside were files, photos, letters written in hand—letters imprinted with blood and betrayal, stamped indelibly. Sera knelt by him, reaching out to grab a letter. It was to Lucrezia, in a bold, flowing hand.

“That’s not casual correspondence. That’s someone building a relationship deliberately.” Arnold sank into his chair, exhaustion pulling heavy at his aged features. “I trusted him again too quickly. After everything, I still believed people could truly change.” “We don’t know anything for certain yet,” Jessica said, though uncertainty colored her own voice now. Sarah arrived within the hour, a folder already in hand. “I managed to get partial access,” she said. “The prison released copies of the envelopes, though the actual letter content remains sealed under review.” She spread the envelopes across the table. Jessica leaned closer, studying the handwriting carefully.

I stop walking. "fuck",I growl he was right each letter was written different in different hand writing. I sighed and mind linked Vince who had Mary-Beth in a holding cell waiting for us. He linked back that he was sure she had help. At least five people had written the letters but she was the only one that dropped them off. "he said he got her in a holding cell waiting for us",I start walking again. I had to get this settled. Walking in I could smell her fear it was strong as hell.

I nodded slowly, numbly. “You remember those letters I used to send you?” she asked. I blinked. I could remember all of them. “Of course. I—I held on to every one of them.” She laughed, bitter. “They were written in chains, Aria. Literal chains. In a locked room with a guard outside my door. Daddy made sure the handwriting was bubbly and the tone was bright. He said it would give you hope.” My heart dropped.