Seducing Novels & Stories

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 said with a wink, “I’m a little jealous. You’re going to be spending a lot of time up close with our mysterious boss.” “I’ll try not to break him,” I said sweetly, stepping out with a practiced sway in my hips. I noticed they were definitely wondering what a charm I used on them to make them love me immediately. It is the power of seduction that God gave to me when I lost my mother. Let them think they’d just hired an ambitious secretary. Let them think they’d made the perfect find. Tomorrow, Bryan Adams would walk into his office... And I’d be waiting.

“I don't chase women I want, they go after me, they plead for my body and soul. I know your type and I will get you” Teyana smirked , she seductively replied him in a whisper, the voice he wanted to hear in the other room. “ Am sorry Cee, you won’t get me. Neither will I crave for your body and soul like them, rather you’ll yearn to get not just between my legs but to officially be my man”

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."

He pulled back. I opened my eyes. He was smirking. That bastard was smirking. "What....." I cleared my throat. "What are we practicing?" "Verbal seduction. How to make someone want you without saying a single explicit word." He leaned back in his chair, completely at ease while I was over here trying not to hyperventilate. "The way you move. The way you look at someone. The way you touch them. It all tells a story." "Okay."

He then stood up, his eyes meeting mine, the desire evident in his eyes and burning my skin as he gazed at me lustfully. "I want you, Harper," he repeated, his voice filled with desire. He was not the Ethan I’d known and married. He is being polite and calm, seeking permission. He is giving me a chance to agree or refuse his seduction. Like, how the hell am I supposed to say no to him when he’s fucking driving me insane? "I want to make love to you." He let out calmly, more like seeking my permission to go on. I nodded, feeling my body respond to his words. Ethan's hands moved to my waist, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his hardness press against my skin.

I looked at the card. Something in my stomach had gone very cold. "At nine," I said. "At your hotel." "Where better to talk?" He smiled again, and his free hand settled lightly on the small of my back. "Do not be shy, my dear. Girls from nowhere do not get many offers." His fingers pressed. It wasn't much. It was barely anything. But my skin remembered a dark room, and silk sheets, and a heavy scent, and a body that wouldn't move. A roaring noise started in my ears, and for one terrible moment I couldn't breathe.

I begged every god for the willpower to resist her but it seems they are not on seat today. “Fuck it,” I whispered, grabbing her waist and pulling her towards me again. A tiny moan escaped her lips, and I claimed her lips as mine. She kissed me back with equal energy. Hungry. Longing. Passionate. Her hands found my hair, tugging against it gently. Her knees buckled, and I managed to hold her in place, before pushing her gently against the table that was behind her. Isabella quickly sat down, already reaching for the button of my shirt.

“…this is inevitable.” Every instinct screamed caution, but desire coursed through her veins, sharp and consuming. Her hands rose subtly, brushing against his chest, testing the line, feeling the controlled heat beneath the fabric of his suit. Julian’s fingers grazed hers in response, a calculated pressure, a silent promise of dominance. “You are exquisite,” he murmured, voice low, almost dangerous. “A perfect anomaly. I can measure everything about you… except the fire you hide behind those calculated moves.” Elara inhaled sharply. Her body responded before her mind could negotiate, heat pooling in her chest, a delicious ache spreading down her spine. This was the edge she had been dancing

The city blazes beyond the window, and the slow English song moves through the room, and I climb into his lap and put my mouth on his, and he pulls me in like I am something he has been holding himself back from for weeks — which he has, which we both have — and the holding back is done. Completely, thoroughly, magnificently done. ----- It is different this time. Saturday was heat and relief and the sheer release of something long denied. Tonight is slower. More deliberate. The kind of attention that a man pays when he is not in a hurry because he has decided to be entirely present for every single second of this. Samuel moves like he has all night and intends to use it.