Secret Crush Seduction Novels & Stories

And he was bare-chested, she could see his strong and muscular upper body in front of her eyes! “Don’t you remember what happened last night, Cherry?” His voice was more like a whisper, husky and passionate. “You pulled me to bed. You seduced me, saying you’re cold, asking me to warm your body. And you moaned in pleasure as we kissed….” Siena felt her heart beat faster as if it wanted to jump out of her chest. No! That was impossible! Had she lost her mind? Ah, she remembered taking too much sake! Then her head felt heavy and….

Aria hopped off the truck with her heart rate erratic and smoothed down the frock of the beautiful red dress. The sweetheart neckline with cap sleeves accentuated her collar bones and the flattering A-line fit made her waist appear smaller. There was a pair of silver heeled sandals inside the box which fit her feet perfectly and complimented the dress in the most subtle way possible. They were parked in front of D’Heart Incorporated as the sunset. She had no idea what to expect, but at the very least she knew she would find the love of her life in that glass skyscraper which calmed all the nerves she felt.

"He doesn't treat my right. But that's what draws me to him. It's the way that he acts like he doesn't care, like losing me wouldn't mean anything to him. Like I have to constantly work for his attention. You see, so many guys have tried to chase me, but the only one I want is the one who I have to work to catch." ---- Ashton Grey She wraps her legs around my waist.She whispers in his ear. "Stay." This is my cue to kiss her. Wrap my fingers in her hair; enclose them around her neck. Hard. Just hard enough to feel her pulse, the quiet heart beat beating. She won't be always his vulnerable, this open. Right now her trust is in the palm of my hand. This is my cue to pull her closer. Place a gen

“Someone you’d never suspect. And someone who will strike when we least expect it. Kane’s network… is only the beginning. The real betrayal is yet to come.” Isabella shivered, not from the cold, but from the realization that danger, desire, and deception were entwined in a deadly dance—and that every move she made could cost her life, Damian’s, or Valentina’s. The city below glittered, oblivious, serene, and beautiful. But inside the Moretti estate, shadows moved, secrets festered, and betrayal lingered, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And Isabella knew this truth: in the world of seduction and strategy, no one was untouchable, no secret safe, and no heart truly secure.

I finally slow down as I lick the sweat off her neck. “God, you taste amazing.” I tell her as I move her panties back into place. “Come on wife. I need to fuck you now.” Taking her hand when she is able to stand. I pull her through the crowd of people getting to the VIP suites. There I make it to the last door at the end of the hall and swipe my access key. The door opens and the dark room with red panels covering the walls. Selene walks slowly over to the bed that is in the center of the room. She turns facing me and sits down. Dropping the spaghetti strap from one shoulder. Then the other. The dress cascades at her waist. Her fuller beautiful breasts on display for me.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

“Sign it, and watch me remind you who the hell Dahlia Hayes really is. Your success before this will look like child’s play compared to what’s coming.” I signed the document, whispering a silent prayer that I wouldn’t regret it. Alec’s eyes flicked to my bold signature, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Congratulations, Mrs. King. Your new life begins now.” Then his lips crashed into mine. It wasn’t soft or tender—it was dominant, claiming, sealing my fate for the next year. The kiss promised pleasure, the kind that made sin feel holy. My body reacted on instinct, igniting with a heat that consumed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands slid down to my thighs, lifting me u

she went on in a cooing tone, her delicate hands rubbing over his hard chest under his shirt, trying to evoke a reaction. Both her hands roamed wherever she wanted, touching every inch of his body that she could reach. Smiling her sweetest, most charming smile, Sierra kept up the pace, playing with every detail that she knew could turn the guy on. She made up her mind not to let him have an ounce of peace. Whenever and wherever they are together, Sierra will take every single chance to seduce him. She will not let Lance, the man-whore, win this time. Never. “Why aren't you answering? Are you tire—”

We both laughed, but beneath the laughter was something heavier, something only the two of us shared: the secret. I lowered my voice, motioning for her to close the door. Once the lock clicked, I turned back to her with a sly grin. “So… tell me again. The charm. You’re certain it’s working?” Celine’s eyes glistened with mischief as she pulled a small velvet pouch from her purse, dangling it like a prized possession. “Darling, do you doubt me? We followed every instruction to perfection. The herbs, the chants, the offering—it was all flawless. And now? Look at him. The mighty Sebastian Kingsley, who never bowed to anyone, is suddenly softer. Agreeing to a date? Agreeing to a couple’s conventi

Somewhere down the hall, Kelvin—the floor manager—might still be in his office, oblivious to the fact that his boss is buried inside his secretary like she’s the only thing that matters. Because I am. I’m Sienna Ward. Secretary to the CEO of The Steele Dynasty, one of the most powerful companies in the world. And at night? I’m his. His secret. His addiction. His sin. Since the day I first saw Dominic Steele—cold, ruthless, devastatingly gorgeous—my life’s been off its axis. He looked at me like a man marking his next prize. And now here I am, bent over his desk, whispering his name like a prayer.