Master Of Seduction Book Novels & Stories

She would have to run pass the two men before she could reach the door. “Young Master is coming soon. He really wants to meet you, Young Miss,” the other man with mustache spoke. “Young Master?” Siena repeated in confusion. “Who is he?” Right at that moment, the door flew open. A tall young man strode in. He looked like an Italian man in common, with exotic tanned skin and dark hair. Siena had to admit he was quite attractive. Well, alright, the truth was he was absolutely handsome! His thick eyebrows, sharp chocolate brown eyes, chiseled jawline, and athletic figure made him look so masculine. He had that powerful aura surrounding him from the way he stared and walked.

He wants to gobble me up in one bite. The heat of their eyes burn my flesh and I slide my fingertips across my skin trying to cool it down. His seduction one cannot have power over, especially me. My mouth open I take deep breaths trying to calm my beating heart. Sweat makes its slow burning path down my chest and his eyes follow its torturous movement downward. A cruel path for him for it taunts him. I am merely an artefact he can see and fantasize over but never to touch and have. His fingers itch and he clenches his palms into trembling fists. His control is slipping away, his title 'the master of control' stripped.

The first message was: [Jason, I don't think you're suited to seduce Nina. [You're more suited to seduce me. Nina is so boring. She's just a blockhead.] After reading through the whole chat history, I realized Gemma had quite the appetite. Not only was she hanging onto Samuel, she also wanted to have a little something with Jason. Unfortunately for her, Jason almost never replied. I could feel a sudden desire to win pulsing inside of me. "Seen enough?" My head was lowered, so I did not notice Jason standing in front of me with only a towel wrapped around his waist, looking down at me.

"I only want you." The rich taste of red wine mingled between our lips. Our breathing quickened. The cold marble of the island contrasted sharply with his burning palms, which were already sliding up my thighs, his fingers digging into my soft flesh with a possessive force. I wrapped my arms around his neck, whispering. "Not going to the bedroom?" Alexander bit open the button of my shirt, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my chest. "No." "Right here." When it came to seduction, he was the master.

He laughed and picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him and he carried her from the kitchen with the dinner entirely forgotten and she did not object because she had learned, over the past year, that some things were more important than not burning the onions. In the amber room he laid her down and took his time — his mouth unhurried against her throat, her collarbone, the soft skin of her stomach — and she moved under him with the easy responsiveness of someone who knew exactly where this went and had no interest in rushing to get there. "The book," she said at some point, breathlessly. "Is two hundred and forty pages," he said against her hip. "It can wait." She stopped arguing.

"Come for me again." I cried out, my back arching off the bed, my bound hands scrambling for purchase. The sensation was so intense it was almost painful, a rough, exquisite friction against my oversensitive clit. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he breathed into my ear, nipping the lobe. “All those acts. And look at you now. My perfect, leaking little slut.” He did it again, a slow, torturous slide that made my eyes roll back. Left to right. Coating himself in me. "Beg. Beg for my cock like a slut you are. Say please I wanna be fucked."

They are not wrong, anyway. I looked at myself in the mirror. A lady wearing a dress with no make up on. Just bare... Me. Who am I to even meet the eyes of the Alpha? When I came back, I made sure to hide in the shadows, so no one would try to look at a maid. So no one would be interested in me even though I know I'm not interesting. The music swelled around me as the alpha walked and dance with every girl and each of them seemed to have forgot breathing once they made contact with him. Polite, yes. But distant, cold, and not a glimpse of smile was seen from him.

And I'd mumble about a napkin or some nonsense. Sinking into a chair, I buried my face in my hands. The house was quiet, save for the tick of the clock. He'd finish eating, retire to his study, maybe pour a scotch. Alone. While I'm here, burning up, fantasies spinning wilder. Him tying my wrists with his tie, teasing me with his tongue until I whimper, then finally, mercifully, slamming home. Over and over, until we're both spent. Tears pricked my eyes—frustration, not sadness. Why can't I ignite that in him? A seductive glance, a brush of fingers. But I'm not that woman. Intelligent cook, yes. Seductress? Laughable.

“Where do you think you’re going?” “Damn, Alex, let me go!” He snarled despite his lack of strength when the man changed their positions. “No, baby, you’re mine tonight and you can do nothing about it.” A mischievous smile appeared on his lips and he swiftly caressed the young man’s chest to calm him down. Just like women’s, he also knew men’s weakness when it came to temptation. His chest heaved with the loud beat of his heart. Bits of electricity from Alexander’s warm palm ran through his every fiber. Even his breathing slowed down due to the novel stimulation.

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