Silently Seduced Book Novels & Stories

“We need another shower.” “I don’t want to move right now.” Troy sighed. “If you don’t want us to, we won’t.” “Great,” Troy mumbled as he closed the distance between their mouths and lightly traced the seam of Philip’s lips with the tip of his tongue. He smiled when Philip shuddered violently in reaction. “He wants me.” He breathed triumphantly and then proceeded to capture his confused mate’s mouth in a plundering kiss. And as the two men kissed each other senseless, Troy had just one thought… The seduction had begun!

I tighten my fingers in his hair and pull, wanting him closer. Then it hits me like an unexpected crack of thunder before the rain. I cry out, my toes curl, and my legs fall out from underneath me. Somehow, he holds me up, pressing me hard against the bookcase without much effort. He keeps his mouth on me, forcing me to feel every lick of pleasure until it dissipates. Even then, he continues to lick me. He swirls his tongue, languid against my centre. One by one, he withdraws his fingers and begins his ascent, kissing and appreciating every inch of me. Then, our noses graze, and it holds me in the suspense of what's to come next. The silence that falls on us is loaded, filled with possibilit

His gaze was focused on something behind me and it wasn’t until he said the next sentence that I realized what had happened. “The heart of seduction.“ he whispered and picked up the book on the table. “Why do you have this?”

he says this in such a calm voice and I wonder how many times has he had someone do this for him. " What exactly should I do to get him in a VIP area?" I ask a little confused. "Well that's where your dancing training comes in you will seduce him with your dancing and he will ask for you to escort him to a VIP area so you can give him a lap dance as soon as you see he isn't paying attention to his drink you will slip a drug into his drink so when he drinks it it will make him pass out and my men will escort you and him out without anyone seeing you." he tells me.

His hand strokes down my breasts. “There is you and me, we are fucking, and you stop. You drag me out of the room, into one of the rooms at Seductive Vibrations. Men and women are watching while you fuck me there. Slowly the single men join in. I watch as you get pleasure from me being fucked in every hole by other men.” I peek at him. His face is still perfect. Is he hiding how he feels?

I fluttered my eyes seductively. His grin widened, his eyes smoldering with a predatory glint. “Trust me, darling, I speak from experience,” He purred, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my waist. I fought the urge to recoil from his touch, the urge to scream and run far away from this sinister game I found myself entangled in. But I could not afford to let my fear show–I had to keep up the act, no matter how repulsive it felt. As Victor leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear, I suppressed a shudder and forced myself to play along, my mind racing as I searched for a way to turn the situation to my advantage.

Seductive Silent and Waiting maybe even more, Wanting. My wolf surged forward, claws raking at my insides. I could smell the Hethra’bind in her blood, the drug binding, twisting, pulling her desire to me alone. Her chest rose and fell, her thighs pressed together, her scent flooding the room until I nearly staggered from it. I shut the door with a snap. Her gaze followed me like a predator disguised in silk, and when I reached her, she tilted her head back in invitation, lips trembling. Slowly, I took off my pants, while she watched, I felt her gasp as she sighed what will now be hers.

Her heart pounded in her chest, a rhythmic drumbeat echoing through her ears. Anna's breath hitched as she felt his fingers trace the curve of her spine, sending shivers of anticipation skittering across her skin. She gasped as he cupped her @ss, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear as he whispered, "Read the book, Anna. Read it while I fvck you." She reached out, her fingers brushing the hard cover of the book. "The witch's heart is a secret," She tried to focus on the words, but her mind was a chaotic as Xandros' fingers ghosted over her clit. A shudder ran down her body.

I pushed the heavy, hand-carved oak door open just a crack, the shadows of the hallway cloaking me. ​Sienna was there, sprawled across a deep emerald velvet chaise longue like a queen on a throne of moss. But she wasn't alone. Silas was sitting at her feet, his body angled toward her in a way that felt uncomfortably intimate. His hand was resting on her inner thigh, his fingers stroking the silk of her dress with a slow, possessive familiarity that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up in a primal warning. He was whispering something into the shell of her ear, and she was tilting her head back, exposing the long, pale line of her throat as she laughed—a deep, throaty sound that echoe

"It feels too quiet. I keep waiting for another message, another alarm or another problem to happen." "Quiet is something we worked hard for, " Silas said softly, kissing her neck gently, his breath warm on her skin. "Quiet means there are no people controlling us from behind." He walked over to the black desk, picked up a thick book that came earlier that day and started flipping through the pages. The cover was blank. The first page had a special name on it. "Speaking of our accomplishments " Silas said, smiling slowly as he looked at the pages. "The numbers are in your book.