Secret Crush Seduction Novelas e Histórias

"You drive me fucking crazy! I'm going to take you right here!" A belt unbuckled with a sharp click. The sickening sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the large office. Peeking through the blinds of the secret room, I bit my lip so hard I bled. My very soul trembled. Caleb growled and bit into Sienna's tender neck without holding back. He didn't leave a permanent mark, but that glaring hickey, along with their sickeningly sweet scents mixing in the air, shattered my world completely.

Scarlett said sighing and leaves , ignoring the crowd that was asking her questions. Crystal takes a deep breath as she stares at the night sky before looking at the famous city club . Today she wants to have fun even though she has work tomorrow, Scarlett couldn't come with her because she's still busy with her apartment. She catwalks inside sexily dressed in a net crop top showing off her black lace bra , leather mini skirt and boots . She drew lustful eyes like magnet as she sits at the bar ordering a glass of soju A guy seats next to her smiling like a pervert , his eyes glued to her cleavage which was visible in her half cut bra

“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.

But when I looked down, his eyes were open, piercing straight into mine. “I-I’m sorry! This won’t happen again! You can fire me!” The words tumbled out as I scrambled backward, shame burning through me. But he caught my wrist, his grip firm despite the haze of alcohol. His gaze was heavy, unreadable, and terrifying. “You’re a bad girl, Secretary Selina,” he murmured, his voice rough, deliberate. His hand tilted my chin upward, forcing me to meet his eyes. Then his mouth crashed onto mine in a hard, consuming kiss.

I was defeated. She cleared my desk, dropping every book and bible to the floor, I fought the urge to pick them up as I sat her up on it. She smiled, putting her arms up. I pulled the dress over her head, leaving her exposed. Her nipples hardened from the cool air, and I moved closer, brushing my fingers over them. As a teen, I had my fair share of women, but none of them struck me this way, not even the woman I spent years married to. I dropped my pyjama pants and fisted my cock, it was so hard it was pulsing, leaking with pre cum. “Put it in,” Grace ordered, her voice laced with every ounce of sin I wanted to taste.

“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

Freya asked, feeling a bit shy. "No, I mean seductive loungewear. Silks. Lace. Things that look effortless but make him stay awake at night thinking about you," Anastasia explained. "But here is the most important part: Make him crave you. Make him want you, and then... starve him. Men love the chase, Freya. They like women who are confident and seductive, but they hate it when it’s too easy. If you give it to him on a silver platter, he’ll think you’re cheap. You have to be a prize he has to win."

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