Seduction Mature Novels & Stories

aching. He stood in the center of the room, his chest rising and falling, his silver eyes... black. They were black with a desire so raw, so feral, it was terrifying. "That," he panted, his voice a raw rasp, "was your first lesson. Seduction is a weapon, little mate. And you... have no defense against me." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I won the wager," he said, his voice a low, victorious growl. "I could take you, right here, on this floor, and your body would beg me for it."

Cindy asked. " Your right Cindy, that guy is really smart, he could change sides within seconds" she began, " We would just have to follow him up and then get information from him". " How do I do that Rhea? "Easy, fall in love with him or seduce him to make him fall in love with you" she answered. She looked at Rhea like she was crazy. " How can I seduce two guys at a time? Cindy asked with confusion. " Your asking? C'mon Cindy I know your the best, this shouldn't be a problem " Rhea confirmed.

He says and I chuckled, stepping out of the elevator. “What can I say? That’s my specialty.” I whispered, smiling smugly as we walked out and towards his car. He leaned closer to me that I could feel his breath fanning against my exposed shoulder. Watching him open the door for me “You know what my speciality is? Taming brats. I have quite the skill to turn a bratty girl to a good girl” I sucked in a breathe and hopped into the car, watching as he made his way over to the drivers seat and leaned closer to him, so close his senses would be filled with my cologne.

He fucked her through it, past it, until she was sobbing with overstimulation and still pushing back for more. When he finally spilled inside her, hot and claiming, he stayed buried deep, mouth at her ear. “Welcome to the company, Sasha.” She stayed bent over the piano long after he pulled out, thighs shaking, his release sliding down her legs, the taste of surrender thick on her tongue. The stage lights dimmed to a single red spot that painted them both in blood and sin. She was already addicted.

He knows exactly how to drive her to the edge, then pull her back for the delicious fall. She watches, a slow, knowing smile touching her lips, as he tears open a condom packet. Her gaze tracks the deliberate journey of his hand, rolling the latex slowly down the throbbing, engorged length of him. Her core clenches in hungry anticipation, a deep ache demanding to be filled. Celeste places one hand on his shoulder, her fingers digging slightly into his warm skin, and her other hand presses flat against the cool marble, bracing herself. She steadies for the weight, for the glorious, inevitable press of him, for what comes next.

Or will this third chance at love slip through her fingers? Get ready for a whirlwind of missed connections, undeniable chemistry, and the hilarious messiness of falling for someone when you least expect it. A side story of Executive Seduction. So here's the main surprise, you, my wonderful cookies get to get your feet kicking in the air for two main characters in the stories - Eros and the new guy, Jacob! I promise it's fast, kicking, lighthearted, funny, lovely and interesting. I look forward to your support, comments and love on this journey.

A discovery. "You are so beautiful," he murmurs, and there is in his voice a discovery, a delighted astonishment that doesn't ring false. "Of a beauty that takes my breath away." Something cracks in me, an ice dam. This is not what I expected. It's not the shameful, mechanical transaction I had prepared in my mind. It is… a seduction. A true seduction, slow, intoxicating, diabolically effective. An attention that completely disarms me. A slowness that gives birth in me to a crazy, guilty impatience. I am no longer Béatrice the substitute, nor even Aurélie the impostor. I am a woman in the dark, an unknown body revealing itself centimeter by centimeter under an expert mouth and hands.

“Shut up, Alec. Stop milking my desperation.” His expression shifted, amusement fading into something colder. “You can walk out of here and pretend yesterday never happened,” he said. “But you’ll still wake up tomorrow as the woman who got replaced by her best friend. Or…” His gaze darkened. “You can stay, and rewrite your story…with me.” I hesitated, and my heart raced, torn between fear and temptation. But when I realized I had nothing left to lose, and everything to gain, I breathed out, “Fuck it.”

"Get away from me! I'm not interested in kissing or having s*x with you!" Who told you that I want to have sex with you right now?" he asked, and he laughed. "Are you truly that obnoxious that you want to think so naughty at this hour?" Then, he opened the drawer with his left hand, took two handkerchiefs, and tied me to the bed, saying, "Then you can't escape anymore, Thus, you must observe me as I'm going to pleasure myself. its been a long time, Carina." His hand moved to my thighs and he grabbed them; I screamed and flinched, exclaiming, "What are you doing?!

Usually I'd sit and watch. I might even hoot and holler in encouragement when they stand up bound for a bedroom. The ones with a bit of shame usually give up then, but there are others, people who would rather die than not commit that bit of betrayal. I always view seduction as an art most employed by those who need a tug to convince. Whoever is being seduced is either too much of a wuss to actually go after what they want or cheating on someone who is already committed to them. A voice snaps me out of my thoughts.