Sinful Temptation Novels & Stories

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

His fingers danced around her femininity, parting her delicately like petals of an exotic flower. Overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body, she let out a gasp. "Your divine touch doesn't make me sinful," she managed to say between labored breaths. "How can something so pleasurable be considered sin?" Zavian chuckled softly before slipping his finger inside her again, eliciting another sharp intake of air from Emmeline. "Sin is always enticing," he murmured seductively. "Just like the forbidden fruit nestled between your thighs that yields its sweet nectar when squeezed."

Because the devil walked into my life in human form, in form of temptation itself and I'm having trouble resisting. Father Bernard once said: “Flee from the devil, and resist temptation.” He also said, “If you pay heed to the flesh, it'll lead you straight to your damnation.” If he wanted us to flee from the desires of the flesh, why make the flesh so powerful enough that it makes it impossible for one to resist? Why bring Sin in the form of my sister's fiancé? Why? Why does my body feel like it's burning when he is close? Why did I let him that close to me in the library? So close that he could have taken my virginity away if he wanted, if we weren't interrupted.

There was something absolutely sinful about doing it in an office, the taste of the forbidden fruit never so delicious… Rose knew he was going to break her, to ruin her, and no other man would ever come close, but she couldn’t bring herself to care at that moment. “Roman,” she choked on his name, as her hand played with her clit… Indeed, out of loneliness and overwhelming desire, Rose was masturbating that afternoon to thoughts of the mafia boss touching her. Rose really shouldn’t. She knew it was wrong… But the pleasure was far too much for her to stop now. There was no denying the temptation her patient represented, but she would rather drink acid than allow it to happen, and thus she allo

She said and I sighed. How am I supposed to tell her that I want to taste a forbidden fruit? How do I tell her that I want my ex-boyfriend's father in every sinful dirty way possible? Nah, I can't, she'll probably think I'm insane, not everyone can stomach such thoughts. Maybe I would not have been able to stomach it too but here I am... Craving sin like a woman in heat. Gosh! I'm gonna run mad if this continues. "Cathy..." Natasha called and nudged my shoulder with hers playfully, I gave her a depleted smile and reciprocated the playful act. Natasha and I were acting like teenagers and I can't explain how comfortable that made me feel.

“You want me to tell you—” “Confess,” he butts in, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “I want you to tell me the truth. You wanted me to find you like this, didn’t you? That you like being my dirty, fucking secret, my dirty slut. Confess all your sins to your very own devil.” That word again, rubbing me in all the places I never knew I needed. Being degraded, pushed beneath his metaphorical hold on me, while also chasing his approval, wanting to tell him to make him want me just as terribly as I want him.

She took a step back, panic prickling at her skin. “Don’t be afraid, princess,” the second one said quickly, holding up his hands as though to calm her. “We’re not like the others. We won’t hurt you.” But then the first leaned closer, his grin spreading. “All I’m begging for,” he murmured, his voice thick with hunger, “is just one taste. Just let those pretty lips of yours suck me off, and I’ll let you go.” The second smirked, his gaze trailing over her trembling form. “I don’t even need that much. I’ll be happy with just your hands. Just… touch me. That’s all.”

I can't even understand what it is about him that is attracting me to him so fucking much, because apart from his dominant manly appearance and devilishly good look, which God, unfortunately, gave him, he is just one cold-blooded asshole. I'm pretty sure this man has no emotions, he's just a walking robot. But still, I can't stop fantasizing about how good his lips felt on mine or how bad I want his hands sliding down my body as he moans my name. I wanted to do things with him so forbidden, so unholy that it makes me question my fucking moral values. But I promised myself that these 3 days would be for me and me only. I won't let my mother or him ruin this.

She accepted the mask with a nod, understanding perfectly what was at stake. --- The ballroom of Xavier's mansion had been transformed into something out of a dark fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the space, where black and gold decorations created an atmosphere of decadent luxury. Elaborate ice sculptures depicting the seven deadly sins were positioned throughout the room, slowly melting as the evening progressed—a reminder of the transient nature of power and pleasure.

My cock was raging hard as I watched her walk out of the office. I should have pushed her away the moment she got on my lap—I should have stopped her but instead I sat there letting her grind her pussy on me—letting her whisper those sinful things in my ear. She was a temptress I'd give her that. And fuck when she had told me she had nothing underneath the skirt she was wearing, it took everything in me not to bend her over my table and fuck her.