Irresistible Novels & Stories

She is too kind and says yes to almost everything. “I don’t want to go. I have said it a hundred times now I think. You can go back home now Vincent, stop hugging my couch.” Vincent slouched. He raised his legs, draped one over the other, took a sip from the vodka he’s been feasting on, and glared at me. He wasn’t going to give up easily. Vincent had the highest alcohol resistance I had ever seen in anyone. Right when I was about to smack the hell out of him. Cheryl came in through the door, holding a tray of cookies and coffee. I tried hard not to stare at her and focus on the workload at hand. Vincent smiled like the idiot he was. He helped her, and took his sit with a smug smile adorning

He kisses me in the most passionate way I have ever felt in my life. God, I suddenly feel so hot. He savours my lips deliciously making it hard for me to think. The kiss is not calm. It is rough. Fervent. Hot. Irresistible... Fuck. His lips against mine are captivating. It is so powerful, so sweet, so mesmerizing. I have never felt anything so... God, I have no words for it, and I can't resist that. Who the hell will? Who the hell in her right senses will resist this deliciousness?

“You’re irresistible.” Sienna didn’t flinch. Didn’t turn. Her voice was calm, precise. “That’s… flattering.” “You don’t understand,” he said, stepping closer. “It’s not just about attraction. It’s—” His voice broke slightly, revealing the raw, unfiltered truth beneath his control. “It’s about every part of you I can’t own, can’t command, and yet can’t ignore. You… defy me in every way. And I hate it. And I… love it.”

Why, when I know how wrong this is, do I feel as though I can’t stop? I can’t resist him. It’s as if he’s seized invisible strings buried in my flesh, controlling every twitch, every pulse, every movement. He has my body like a marionette in his hands, pulling me wherever he pleases. My muscles refuse me. My nerves burn for him. Why can’t I just resist his touch? Why does his touch feel like endless flames spreading across my skin, licking through me until every inch is scorched with arousal? Why does it feel… God. It feels so good.

“Ignore it.” “I can’t. They’re inside the frequency now. It’s not just code — it’s part of the planet.” Dante grabbed his shoulders. “Then disconnect!” Aiden’s breath came fast. “I can’t. The more I resist, the stronger it gets. Like it’s feeding off the rejection.” Dante held his gaze. “Then don’t resist. Redirect it. You’ve done it before.” Aiden swallowed hard. “If I try, I might merge with it.”

His scent, wild, smoky, laced with alpha authority, intertwined with the adrenaline coursing through my veins, forming an intoxicating blend that made my senses spin. I struggled to reclaim a fragment of clarity, to wrench myself free from the magnetic pull of his presence. My hands pushed harder against his unyielding torso, but he absorbed every attempt without effort. His quiet, controlled strength sparked frustration inside me, the way he didn’t even need to resist, the way he simply existed like an immovable force.

“With pressure first. Then leverage. Then force, legal, financial, reputational. Whatever he thinks will work.” Iris flinched. “He wouldn’t hurt me.” Adrian’s expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes went darker. “He won’t hit you, Iris. He won’t leave bruises.” He lifted one hand and brushed his knuckles lightly against her cheek, not a caress, an anchor. “But he’ll hurt everything around you until you stop resisting.” Iris’s eyes shimmered. “That’s not love.” “No,” Adrian said. “It’s possession.”

But like the stupid woman I am, I find myself irresistibly tempted by the whole situation. It's like there's this invisible force pulling me towards Maron, drawing me in like an electric magnet, designed to pull a freaking cargo ship. It’s hard to describe the intensity of it with words. The rational part of my brain is telling me to run, to get as far away from him as physically possible. Then, there's the other part of me, a part I barely recognize. A part craves the dark promise in his eyes, the unspoken challenge in his words.

“You do not move unless I move you.” I forced every muscle to soften. The effort made sweat bead along my hairline. He continued the slow exploration for long minutes, adding a third finger when the first two met little resistance. The fullness returned in a different shape, deeper and more controlled. My clit throbbed untouched. I wanted friction there with a desperation that bordered on pain, yet I did not ask. The order had been clear.

"I will not walk into a crowded ballroom hosted by the same monsters who destroyed my family just to satisfy your board members," Maren declared, backing away from the gilded invitation. Her chest heaved as the image of Desmond waiting inside that venue took root in her mind. "You can freeze your trust fund and burn your company to the ground because I am not going to that gala."