Master Of Seduction Book Novels & Stories

The side of his lip twitched. “Okay, come on let’s go” I happily jumped into the car, happy that I’d successfully went back to his good side and obviously on the first stage of the CEO’s seduction. ///////// Hey guys, I’m so much overwhelmed by the love you had shown this not perfect book of mine. Thank you all so much. You should follow me so as to get updated on blog posts, new chapters being updated and so on. Please keep the love coming by liking this book and keep on leaving your amazing reviews guys.

My breath shudders as I try not to give into his seduction. He reaches out, touching my leg under the water, the feeling so real I gasp. "Do you remember how my touch used to make you feel?" A burning need rears up within me, to grab him and pull him toward me. Fight the urge, knowing this isn't real, knowing that I can kiss him in this moment and I will wake tomorrow feeling nothing but regret. "Admit it to me, that you still want me," Marek continues, the firmness in his voice enough to convince me to admit it, to believe it.

It annoyed her that Holly was always bowing to every of Kim's whims and wishes almost as if she didn't possess a mind of her own. She knew they were best friends and very close but it was obvious who took the lead in their relationship and it was not Holly. "Okay then. But I don't know how you're going to seduce a man if you keep looking shy like that" Charlie said as she sipped her drink. "What do you mean?" Holly asked. Charlie smiled coyly. "Seduction is a game of power. You have to have the upper hand if you want to succeed." Holly leaned closer watching Charlie intently.

I gasp and snap them open, staring at him. "Repeat it. I want the details. How do you want to be fucked?” He tells me as he gestures for Robert to penetrate me. I am tied up against the column as one of the holy martyrs in the representations. I feel crucified and yet I feel so desirable that I bathe Robert's cock extensively and feel like I'm about to spit out all my liquid. The Master smiles, does not stop staring at me, brings his lips to my ear, and licks it. "Come on, tell me. I know you like it.” he teases

He moves like someone calculating leverage. His fingers slide beneath my shirt, his nails grazing my chest. “You’re stressed,” he whispers. “Let me fix it.” It is the same strategy he uses the first night we are together. He acts as if he is about to withdraw, as if he does not care whether I respond. Then, the moment my guard drops, even slightly, he pounces with that intoxicating, controlled seduction that always leaves me wanting more than I should. Before I can reply, his mouth meets mine, hungry, controlling, the kind of kiss that says he is setting the pace, not me.

She looked less like a woman than a sovereign, forged to rule. From a nearby case, she drew bindings: supple leather cuffs, lined but unyielding. One by one, she strapped me—wrists spread wide, ankles parted, until my body was displayed, open, vulnerable. My pulse thundered, my arousal impossible to hide, jutting into the cold air of the library. Mistress regarded me with clinical satisfaction. “Exposed. Offered. This is how knowledge is consumed—not by clutching, but by surrender.” She knelt suddenly, and her mouth was on me again—this time rougher, hungrier, punishing in its rhythm. I cried out, the sound shattering the silence like breaking glass. Her nails dug into my thighs, reminding m

I whispered against her cheek. “Have some shame.” she spat in disgust. “We’re not alone.” she said as she gestured to my driver at the front seat. I laughed. “You mean Cael? He has seen his own share of indecency.” She shook her head and tried to scoot away to create distance but I held her chin, securing her in place. “Don’t tell me the mistress of seduction has grown a layer of decency.” I taunted. “You can’t beat me at my game.” she said triumphantly as she inched closer and ran her fingers all over my chest. “I’d have your heart within my clutches in no time. But sadly, you don’t make a worthy captive so it’s a waste of my time.”

Freya asked, feeling a bit shy. "No, I mean seductive loungewear. Silks. Lace. Things that look effortless but make him stay awake at night thinking about you," Anastasia explained. "But here is the most important part: Make him crave you. Make him want you, and then... starve him. Men love the chase, Freya. They like women who are confident and seductive, but they hate it when it’s too easy. If you give it to him on a silver platter, he’ll think you’re cheap. You have to be a prize he has to win."

Then I could feel his heavy erection, the moment he nudged my ass with it. Then he brought his hands closer to me, gently fondling my breasts. I flinched in shock, and turned to him immediately. I wanted to make sure that it was the Master who was fondling my breasts. That's unlike him, he doesn't do things like that. The Master doesn't caress or fondle before s*x. He just goes straight to the point because he doesn't believe in romance. He continued fondling my breasts in a surprisingly gentle manner. Is this really the master? Why is he so gentle?

"FUCK ME HARDER, DOMINIC! DESTROY ME!" The pleasure was a monster. It was a giant wave of fire that was burning me from the inside out. I felt my internal muscles clenching around him like a thousand tiny hands. I was shaking. I was seeing stars. I was losing my mind in the Master Study. "I'M CLOSE!" I sobbed, my voice cracking. "I'M COMING FOR THE MASTER!" Dominic didn't slow down. He wanted to leave his mark on the room and on me. He gave three more massive, bottoming thrusts that felt like they reached my throat. I felt my world explode into a billion pieces of white light.