Seduction Of The Innocent Book Novels & Stories

I run my finger along the binders sighing as I stop on one book getting it out my eyes meet a set of hazel ones on the other side of the bookcase, I clear my throat as I keep walking reading the blurb on the back. "You chose quite a violent book" I hear a deep voice from behind me. I replied "Yeah well it doesn't hurt to read a bit of violence," I say as my eyes trailed up along his masculine torso. "Have I seen you before?" I asked He smiles "I'm on the college campus," He replied "My name is Roselle..." I introduce myself He puts his Shakespeare book on the table "Jace It's nice to meet you.." he replied shaking my hand sparks shooting up my arms.

You can say I'm very intelligent because I don't leave any book unread including novels. That's one of the reasons I'm fluent in the most popular languages in the world. Including the African languages. Being a con artist, reading is what makes me the best. I checked the name on the novel, it was; ”Don't Seduce The Demi—god” The name was catchy so I opened it to read and truth be told I was captivated. Two hours later, I decided to drop the novel and check on my troublesome student. I was surprised when I met her sleeping like a pig on her bed. Her head bent over the bed, almost touching the floor, whilst the rest of her body was on the bed.

He is talking in a seductive tone in my ears and the next moment he started giving a trail of wet kisses from my neck to shoulder; I dig my nails on his shoulder. “Bu .... but w .... w ..... what a ..... are you h ..... ha..... hiding.” I was so under the control of his seduction that I stutter to utter only one line. With great difficulty, I held my moans back and bit my lower lip hard. I am hating myself, that I was almost about to melt by him who is biting my neck then sucking the area to soothe it, and suddenly he pulled my silk night robe’s waist straps, making my eyes wide in shock.

He opened one eye as I walked by, and just as I was about to sit down, he sprang up, claiming my chair before I could even settle in. "Seriously, Cheeto? Move your ass." He flicked his tail in response. Little shit. With a sigh, I nudged him aside just enough to reclaim my seat, then reached for my favorite battery powered boyfriend from the side table. You know, just in case. It had been a long week, and if Cameron wasn’t going to fuck me senseless, then I’d have to take matters into my own hands. I pulled the new book from my bag. Corrupted Innocents. The latest in a series I had been devouring for weeks. If Cameron thought I’d enjoy it, then I damn well would.

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

I yelped, clutching my chest. She snatched the carton from my hand before I could react. “And what’s this? Birthday present from Professor Sexy?” “I don’t know,” I said, trying to grab it back. “But he said he wants to see it on me.” She froze amidst tearing the carton, eyes wide. “He actually said that?” I nodded. “And you have no idea what’s inside?” She grinned like she already knew the answer. “What?” I asked, suddenly nervous. “In every novel I’ve ever read with this exact setup,” she whispered, leaning in close like we were trading state secrets, “it’s always a pink G-string. They give it so they can see your ass in it. Classic move.”

Scarlett’s POV The room smelled like blood and wet whiskey and something older like an old book left open too long. My heart still hammered against my ribs the way it had when Loren smiled the ghost of a smile. “Because spectacle is the only way to make certain people see. Because cruelty and revelation are the languages the powerful understand.” He fixed his eyes on me. “And because we need you to choose.”

"Good. Let's sit." We found seats in the back. Vivienne Bunn's voice filled the small space, reading from her latest book. A dark romance about a woman who falls for the man sent to destroy her. I got lost in her words. The cadence of violence dressed as poetry. Obsession framed as devotion. For forty-five minutes, I forgot about everything else. When the reading ended, people began lining up for signings. I started to stand, but Lucien's hand landed on my knee.

He licked his lips, I smiled and dragged him by the tie, “Follow me” “As you wish your majesty” He muttered and gladly followed me like a lost puppy, we got to the room he paid for and I pushed him to the bed, and slowly took off my thong, I could see him gulping in hunger, his eyes were filled with lust and that's exactly what I wanted, to give back to men what they gave to me. I took off my bra and it dropped to the floor, and gently I grace the bed, I straddle him and began to open his buttoned shirt one after the other

I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands. The more I stared at the caption of the book, the more I thought of A. J. Baby. “The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene”, I whispered as I handed the book to the shop keeper absent-mindedly. “I’ll give you Four Thousand Naira for the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records, One Thousand Seven Hundred Naira for the novel and Two Thousand Naira for The Art of Seduction. We haggled for a while, and I turned to leave the shop and the shop keeper, so he could keep his books to himself. I stepped out of the book shop and walked two steps from the entrance, when he rushed towards me pleading.