My One Temptation Novels & Stories

“Confidence comes with experience. And… a little temptation.” My pulse spiked. Temptation. That word hung heavy in the air, charged and electric. I shouldn’t be thinking about it. I shouldn’t be feeling the heat creeping along my spine, curling into my stomach, making my fingers clench the armrest. But I couldn’t help it. Not with her here, so close, so dangerous.

A single candle flickers next to it. One vow. One moment. That’s all I need. --- Because after everything they’ve stolen from me— This time, I’m the one who takes. And I never let go.

I didn't see any other option to calm Julian and take him under my control. I cupped his cheek while rubbing my fingers on his skin and sucking his lower lip with mine. Our tongues are syncing with each other. I am sucking his upper and lower lips one after another with a gap of a second, rolling my fingers down onto his chest. HE IS SO DELICIOUS. He is shirtless; there is no clothing on his upper half. His chest is very hard and bold enough to make me boil with desire. I can say his body has a triceps structure.

“A hymn. Any hymn. While I touch you.” My mind scrambles. The first that comes is old, simple. “Adoro te devote…” I begin, voice thin and trembling. He smiles...small, wicked. “Good girl.” His free hand slides up my inner thigh. Fingers brush the slick folds, teasing, circling, never quite entering. I falter on the next line. “Keep singing,” he orders softly. “La… latens Deitas…” His thumb finds my clit—presses, circles, slow and merciless.

Jake X I kept it short and straightforward, heading out. I felt guilty. I was going to leave her my number but decided not to. Becca said it herself; it was a one-night thing. It is probably for the best, and if we don’t have any contact, then there is less temptation for it to happen again.

It's not fair, that this man has come into my life, disguised as an angel, when in reality he was Lucifer himself. I remember a song, by one of my favorite singers, that says: he's handsome as hell. Because I guess sin and temptation, have their appeal, and sometimes it's hard to say no. But sin and temptation always have their appeal. But sin and temptation will always have the same ending, guilt, and regret that makes you ache to your very soul.

I said slapping his chest-covered tux playfully, smiling, liking our closeness. But it didn't take long before MacMillan junior was to our front, and on his right side, Elsie latched onto his arm wearing an evening slut dress with her boobs almost out, screaming fuck me I'm the office slut. "Well, if it isn't the power couple. I see you've chosen the next best thing, you could've had me, love." The young Irish millionaire winked at me stating so as if he's a better catch than Tyler. "Brodie, glad you can join us, Elsie," Tyler cut in, greeted them, choosing to ignore his words while I decided to remain silent and just smile at the couple in front of us.

she said, feeling very reluctant to speak with him. "I just wanted to know if you will be free later this evening," he asked, stroking his beard. "Yes, why?" She asked. "I would like to, you know, treat you to dinner, spend some time with you, and…" He had barely finished talking when she made an obscene gesture with her finger and said, "Screw you," and walked out, leaving the poor man filled with disdain. **** Diri seemed to have gotten worse since he listened to Prisca's new song. The first time he saw the video, he felt bad seeing his idol crying as she sang.

He’s barely done anything to me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My voice was more of a quiver, and I wanted to yell at myself. The man’s demeanor shifted within a split second. His smile dropped and his brow tightened. “Don’t make a fool out of me, Genna. I see the way he looks at you. The way you shake your luscious breasts in front of him. But it’s only me who will get to see all that you have to offer. Who will claim you for myself.”

The devil does not come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you've ever wished for. - Tucker Max. |L O R E N Z O| Everyone enjoys different things, different genre, different music, I enjoy watching people bleed when their face show the terror I made them feel. It gives me power. It assures me that I am the one with power and not the other way. I have never craved anything in my life like I live for power.