Raid Temptress Novels & Stories

So she said, “Why would I agree? I don’t even know you.” His scar twitched slightly as a smirk curled his lips enough to challenge her inner composure. Seemingly to accept the challenge, he sat on the stool beside her, leaning in closer. “How about we change that tonight?” His voice was deep and seductive. The scent of dark chocolate and mint was overwhelmingly enticing, and Scarlett took another deep breath to rein in her inner desires. Oh, stop it, she scolded herself internally. He was a stranger for Moon’s sake. Her mate had just rejected her. Her wolf was a mess, and there she was, thinking about her ex-mate’s uncle. She needed to get a grip.

Lola didn't say a word for a moment, but when she finally did, I couldn't believe my ears. "She's going to be the one to take your place." She replied, but I didn't understand. ''What do you mean?'' I asked. "Your stepmother and your stepbrother brought her to impersonate you." She paused and glanced at the door, then continued. "I overheard them talking about it yesterday. Preparations have already been made to welcome her as Miss Grace Wellington. I fear for you, ma'am.'' She said with a saddened face. "Leila has a bad reputation. She's a thief, a sex worker, a bully, and....'' She bit her lips and shook her head. Imagine such a person bearing your name. Imagine what people will say about

His expression darkened as something ugly flashed in his eyes. He walked towards her, a smile creeping on his face. “You are stubborn and I don't like stubborn women.” he paused then continued. “But don't worry, I like you and I will tame you.” He lurched forward and ripped her clothes. The fabric tore violently, the sound resonated across the fall corners of the wall. Naomi gasped as cold chills brushed her skin that had been covered moments ago. The humiliation hit her so deep that she wished the ground to open up and swallow her, forever burying her underneath.

“How dare you! You worthless little gold-digger! You think you can just waltz in here cause trouble and insult my family?” I sneered letting out a sour laugh. “Trust me if I were a gold-digger I would have looked for a billionaire to dig who was less complicated, less prone to comas and less emotionally irritable. And what exactly is the trouble? Me eating a hamburger? Or is it that I just exist in your perfectly controlled little world?” I was becoming enraged due to hunger and fatigue. I was furious with this woman. “You’re a cunning little opportunist!” she spit out stepping forward and raising her voice. “You think I dont see what you're doing? Playing the victim, charming him with your

Liam had always believed that they had no option but to worship him. Annoyed and very horny, he summoned one of the female seductresses in Dark Moon, thinking that she might ease his stress. His dick was rock hard from just thinking about Nicole. The seductress didn't waste any time. In a few minutes, she was in the room he reserved for having sex, wearing nothing but lingerie and some straps. "You called on me, Alpha," she whispered, in her throaty voice. Liam sucked in a breath through his teeth. The sight of her was very appealing, but his wolf wasn't appalled. It was disgusted with his antics that raged in his head. As she approached him, Liam forced his wolf to back down.

It had been a long time since anyone touched me like that with rage, with hunger, like I was the storm and he was desperate to get caught in it. And the worst part? I wanted more. Not love. Not softness. More chaos. More of his teeth on my throat. More of his hands pinning me down like he needed to ruin me to breathe. I reached behind me, letting my robe fall, letting the air kiss my skin. Marks everywhere, on my hips, my waist, my thighs. Proof that Daemon Baldur didn’t just want me. He claimed me last night. And oh, how I let him. But this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Rico has spent months resisting the urge to ruin his personal assistant. Sweet, untouched, and completely off-limits—until now. Seeing her in his club, bathed in red light, eyes wide as she takes in the depravity around her, is the final straw. She doesn’t have to speak; he can see it in her face, in the way her breath catches. She’s curious. Tempted. Desperate for someone to show her just how good sin can feel. And he’s done pretending it won’t be him.

But as he fell asleep holding me, the Queen whispered one final, dangerous temptation in the darkness: You can have this beautiful love… and still have the power. You don’t have to choose. You were never meant to be ordinary. The next morning, while Liam was making breakfast, I received a single text from an unknown number. It was a photo of me from my last major relapse — covered in cum, eyes rolled back in ecstasy, mouth open in a silent scream while surrounded by dozens of men. The caption was simple and chilling: "The Queen misses her throne. Sixty men are ready whenever you are.

Bast asked. “Temptress.” Deragan clarified. “She’s still beautiful.” Ah, yes. He’s right. Yearners had the same raw sensual appeal but were ugly with glistening black skin and furred patches. This woman’s skin is smooth as a babe’s. She gripped Deragan’s wrist on her. Closing her eyes to work her charm. Deragan gave a malicious half smile. Blue eyes darkening on her. Black hair shining in meager light. His large hand pinning her chest just under her collar. “Who are you?” He snapped.

Her wetness pressed against his hardness. Her eyes grew wide with the intimate position they have, her, straddled around his waist, clearly feeling his raging erection between her legs. She stiffened but at the same time enraptured from the exhilarated sensation. "Feel me... This is what you want, right? You want this inside you, drilling you deeply, pounding you hard until you scream of ecstasy. You are, temptress... How many men have you lured in this kind of trap?" he sneered as he painfully cup her chin to make her look at his blazing eyes.