Raid Temptress Novels & Stories

Prisca stammered. "Come over here and blow this cock," he ordered, still pointing the pistol to Prisca. Prisca was mad with fear. Clem was going to rape her at gunpoint. She walked slowly towards him, her whole body shaking with fear. "QUICKLY! and don't make a sound, else I'll blow your head off," Clem shouted angrily. She got on her knees, held his dick with her hands, and slowly ushered it into her mouth. "Yeah, good girl," Clem said as she finally took his whole length in.

So instead, I brushed past him, ignoring the way I could feel his gaze burning into my back. Mirren was already in front of the mirror when I walked in. She’d stripped down to a black crop top that barely covered her chest and a leather skirt that clung to her hips. Her long curls framed her sharp smile as she twirled a makeup brush like a wand. “I’m thinking rebel goddess. Daughter-of-chaos energy,” she announced, dusting shimmer onto her cheekbones. “What about you? Femme fatale? Untouchable temptress?” I rolled my eyes. “How about… just Brielle?”

From his mother’s fallen body, the purple mist exploded outward, coalescing into the true form of the Temptress: a woman in a silk gown with long, prehensile hair and fiery, solid violet eyes. "You managed to save her. But now you’re exhausted, and I am furious." The dream army began to move faster. Liora and Stefan launched attacks, but their strikes passed right through the shadows; they were not entirely physical. "The Temptress is controlling them from within the dream!" Liora shouted. "We need a way to attack her in the dream realm without getting trapped!" Siron ran toward his prone mother. Kit was already there, checking her pulse. "She’s alive! But she’s weak."

The excitement of the chase felt so intoxicating, so consuming, as the wind whipped past her. ‘You're right, I know. But he does have one of the prettiest forms I’ve ever seen,’ Tempest mused, her gaze lingering on Rian as she glanced over her shoulder, her heart thudding in her chest. There was something in her eyes that caught Nuri off guard—a deep, hungry appreciation for Rian’s power and grace.

He couldn't resist now, he's been enchanted. That's gonna be same to any guy she comes across. She'd have wild sex with them, they'd beg for more, and she'd lure them into her trap. She'd kill those who did evil, made sure she left no one spared. They'd have a taste of her, and that's all it's gonna take. She gulped down her drink. Sheer excitement strumming her nerves strings, the world beware of her. She's here to take over. She moisten her lips and chug down the rest of the drink. She looked down the night life of the city of Miami and she giggled, excitement bubbling inside her.

Clara Evans hated mornings, but this morning she hated them more than usual. She stared at the sleek glass doors of Vale Industries, her hands gripping her bag like a lifeline. This was the moment that could save her struggling marketing firm, or completely ruin it. And waiting for her inside was Adrian Vale. He was everything she wasn’t supposed to want: tall, impeccably dressed, with an air of control that made people follow him or crumble. And yet, there was something magnetic about him, a dangerous charm she refused to acknowledge.

Ransom threatens in a deadpan tone. “Ah, purdy eye. How I’ve missed you. I keep your eye on me wherever I go. It’s my most prized possession, just like Pixie will be. I’m going to have fun breaking this Viper I found. She reminds me a lot of certain former lead of Las Mangemorts. I believe they called him the Cajun Gator King.” “Tempest is going to destroy you and that’s if the Serpent’s Witch doesn’t get to you first,” I stated.

He is the only one, who could do that to her. He was like a drug she could take out from her system and day by day, she get drawn towards the addiction he offers. Midnight tempt her beyond her imagination. The world he profess she felt herself getting indulge, although the warning bells inside of her head are telling her to straightened up as nothing last. He would get bore—no. The thought had not bothered Rio in a bit. After all, she’s more experienced, maybe not on the latter part of that word mean. Nevertheless, she had this way to return the same seduction he had. After all, the temptress had the power to turn the tables on.

he asks, his voice cracking, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. I ignore his question and give the temptress a nod. She struts over to me, her hips swaying like a hypnotist's watch, and then plops herself down on my lap. Her plump lips, deep brown eyes, curvy legs, and full chest just scream sex appeal, making the boy's face turn beet red.

he yells once more causing me to tremble. “I’ve had my men looking for you all over this goddamn city and you just left without a word!” he yelled. I looked him dead in the eye trying to hide the fact that my body was trembling with fear as I spoke, “ha you had your own men looking but face it Lewis you don’t give a bloody care about me” I said raising my voice. “What is wrong with you and how did you pay for this?” he asked, pointing at the garment bags over my shoulder. “My own money” I snapped and he shook his head grabbing his phone, “Morty transfer $6000 into my wife’s account” he said and that just made my blood boil. “I don’t want your stupid money” I said, dropping the bags and runni