Irresistible Novels & Stories

she said. “At the point when it stalls out, here...” She folded her hand over the center of her neck. “My body jerks like it's attempting to save itself, but I continue pushing and that triggers something and my brain goes foggy. My throat swallows, and it goes further. That is the point at which the astonishing frenzy thing occurs when I can't relax. My body heaves to save itself, yet I push it more profound and my throat gets generally delicious, similar to as having a climax. Then there's no restriction, I can take every last bit of it, and it gets me so energized I nearly get off. You ought to attempt it.”

I whispered, voice shaking, half in fear, half in awe. “And you’re irresistible,” he countered, voice low, husky, magnetic. “And that’s why none of this matters. The pull… the fire… it’s inevitable.” Even as the danger faded into the night, leaving only the echoes of our racing heartbeats, I knew the truth: the first obstacle wasn’t external. It wasn’t the men in the alley, or the rumors at work. It was me. My desire. My fear. My surrender. Some flames aren’t meant to be controlled. Some fires aren’t meant to be contained. And some people… are impossible to resist, impossible to tame, and impossible to escape. And I was already consumed.

“N-no, sir… never.” He chuckled darkly, pressing just the tip of his thumb against the resistance, not pushing in, just teasing, rubbing slow circles that made sparks shoot up my spine. “Virgin ass. Fuck, that’s hot. I’m gonna make you beg me to stretch this little hole. Gonna train it until you’re gaping for my cock.” My nipples hardened painfully against the desk, pussy clenching on nothing now. The tease was torture, his thumb pressing firmer, dipping just the barest inch inside before pulling back, leaving me empty and desperate. “Please… Mr. Kane…”

Richard stirring. Jake froze, eyes feral, then shoved back with a curse. Adjusted his raging hard-on—outline obscene, wet spot at the tip. "This ain't over, Delilah. Keep those legs closed." Stalked out, door slamming. I sagged against the counter, legs jelly. Nipple ached deliciously, pussy a sopping ruin—yoga pants soaked front to back, clinging translucent to my lips. Tasted salt on my lip where I'd bitten it. Fuck him. Or rather, fuck me thinking of him.

I stood underneath the shower head with my eyes closed tightly, recalling every cruel, painful word Cedric had spoken to me tonight one by one clearly inside my mind, engraving them deep inside my heart and memory so I would NEVER forget, NEVER forgive, and NEVER lower myself or go back to him ever again no matter what happens in the future! 'You said I was boring? You said I was obedient and perfect like lifeless doll? You said I didn't understand you or make you feel happy and excited? Fine! I will become exactly everything you hate, fear, and never expect me to become! From tomorrow onwards, Luna Miller is dead and gone forever… and the new Luna — the one who is confident, proud, sharp, a

She stumbled forward— One step— Two— And then stopped. Completely. Everything inside her screamed to continue. To resolve. To align. But she did not move. Elsewhere, Adrian stood still in the center. The system wrapped around him. Not visibly. But completely. He whispered, “This is where you remove resistance.” The system answered. THIS IS WHERE RESISTANCE BECOMES UNNECESSARY Anna clenched her fists. Her entire body trembling now. “This is where I decide,” she whispered.

The low, powerful buzz started immediately, making my knees buckle. “Oh fuck…” I moaned, gripping the sides of the bench. He wrapped the resistance bands around my thighs, tying them tight so I had to fight the tension just to keep my legs open. The added strain made every vibration feel more intense. “Hold that position,” he commanded, stepping back to admire me. “You look so fucking good like this…bent over, plugged, struggling. This is real training.” He turned the vibrations up higher. I cried out, thighs shaking as the balls buzzed mercilessly against my G-spot. Every time I tried to close my legs, the resistance bands pulled them back open.

I yank my panties up and smooth the gown down with trembling hands. My ass is still aching though. “You won’t tell him,” I said. “What we had was just… satisfaction. It ends here.” “I hate doing things halfway. So here’s how it works, kitten. When I call, you come. You let me fuck you. You don’t resist. Or I come to you myself and fuck the stubbornness right out of you, daughter-in-law.” The possessiveness in his voice made something hot and angry twist in my stomach. How dare he?

Lock your door tonight. My breath caught. I sat up slowly. Why? This time, there was a long pause. The typing indicator appeared. Disappeared. Then appeared again. Finally— Just do it, Ariana. I stared at the words. A sharp wave of uneasiness moved through me. Damien, what is going on? I sent another message before he could respond. Why are you telling me to lock my door? No answer. I waited. One minute. Then two. The screen dimmed and eventually went black.

Not because I had suddenly fallen in love with him, but because I liked the heavy, proprietary way he said my wife without making it sound like he owned me. Inside the quiet parlor, we sat at a small corner table near the back. I had chosen a bizarre, experimental lavender-honey-rosemary flavor that Alessio looked at with outright judicial contempt. "That," Alessio said, gesturing to my cup with his spoon, "is an architectural hazard, not a dessert." "It's sophisticated," I insisted, taking a bite. "Unlike your boring vanilla bean." "Vanilla bean is a classic. Yours tastes like a scented candle."