Seducing Married Men Novels & Stories

I spoke quickly when I noticed that he was ready to show his girlie side again. "Sir, are you gay?" I ask thar. He closed his eyes and then looked at me evilly. He pointed at me and was ready to speak again when I went ahead of him again. "Just making sure," I smiled and went inside. I passed him while his hand was floating in the air because he was pointing at me earlier. Wait? Eh, isn't that better? I need to seduce him, but as soon as I entered his condo, I was having second thoughts. Madam Anastasia has told me to give myself up to make his son a true man.

It contained all my likes and dislikes and even my pictures and my daily activities but. I was still trying to understand everything when I suddenly came across a note. I read the note and my eyes widened in shock. The note read: "Looks like you have succeeded in breaking your home with your own foolishness. From henceforth, you are not allowed to meet any of your past husbands for any reason at all. Luckily for you I dated Kris the same time as Gilbert and they had both proposed to me. I wanted to keep Kris waiting for a year but I see you have brought him closer to yourself on your own. He wants to marry me right away so just get ready tomorrow morning because that's when the wedding is ha

“I’m your dirty little married slut. Please destroy my pussy!” Silas slammed into me in one brutal thrust. I screamed. He was so thick, so deep, stretching me wider than Marcus ever could. The burn was intense and perfect. He didn’t ease me into it, he started fucking me hard immediately, pounding my pussy with deep, savage strokes while I faced my husband. “Fuuuuck, this married cunt is gripping me so tight,” Silas grunted, spanking my ass red as he railed me. “Your wife’s pussy is sucking my cock, Professor. She’s creaming all over me.”

I had to look believable. "I need experience in handling corporate matters at the highest level. Who better to learn from than the great Lysander Gray Castellano? I will treat this as a tuition f*e for this marriage. I want to see how you run a company from the inside. Besides, if I am your secretary, it will be easier for us to maintain the pretense that we are married because we will always be together."

If marrying a ruthless man meant keeping her alive… Then I would do it. I would endure the cold, the distance, and the loveless contract. I set the phone down and exhaled slowly. Then, against my will, Ethan's face surfaced in my mind, his steady gaze, his controlled presence, the sharp edge of confidence he wore like armor. I clenched my fists. I hated that I had noticed. Hated even more that I found him… a little attractive. That was dangerous. And I had a feeling this marriage was going to cost me far more than I was prepared to lose.

Seduced. The elevator opened into a room lit in dim amber tones. Velvet walls. A faint hint of cinnamon and sex in the air. In the center, a woman in a silk robe sat behind a low glass desk, expression unreadable. “Sienna Thomas,” the woman said. “Strip.” Sienna blinked. “What?” “No names, no phones, no clothing. You will wear what we give you. Refusal terminates the contract.” Sienna didn’t remember signing a contract—but her heartbeat betrayed her. She wanted to know what was behind that next door. What the hell this was.

He put his whisky bottle back down on the floor, opting for the orange juice from the coffee table instead. “There is a reason divorce rates are so high,” he said. “Katreya and I got married under the tension of a positive pregnancy test, and our relationship ended in the shambles of a dead, sexless cohabitation. That with the addition of my role as a sex-addicted alcoholic, who has a craving for barely legal girls.” I stared mutely. Unsure what the hell to say. He smirked at that, pointing over at the door. “I’ll understand if you would prefer to stay at Trisha’s. Don’t worry, either way. I’ll still help you resolve the Scottie situation. Just make sure you don’t go back to the apartment.”

"Don’t you think it’s time to tell everyone here who the real adulterer is?" A heavy pause followed. The tension in the hall was thick, pressing down on everyone like a heavy blanket. Then Ethan spoke, his voice just as cold, just as composed. "Because if you’re going to accuse someone of adultery at your own wedding," he said, his words slow and deliberate, "you better be prepared to prove it. Otherwise…" he paused, eyes narrowing, "I suggest you tell everyone here who the real liar is." Gasps followed their words. The crowd, stunned moments ago, now buzzed with whispers, cameras flashing like lightning. The press had never seen anything like this, not from Ethan Sinclair, not from Dave.

“Oh, shoot! Yes, I’ll have my way with you today, so much so that you won’t even be able to get out of bed tomorrow.” Rose giggled and beckoned to me. Her softness seduced me. “Come on…” She was usually aloof, but she was particularly passionate that day. Her intense love and passion made me want more. Besides, her seductive voice was encouraging. “Hubby, you’re so great. Faster…” Suddenly, I looked away and saw her fair torso. Terrified, I shuddered. Dissatisfied, Rose pouted. “Why did you stop?” “Dear, where’s the mole on your upper body?”