Subliminal Seduction Book Novels & Stories

They are not wrong, anyway. I looked at myself in the mirror. A lady wearing a dress with no make up on. Just bare... Me. Who am I to even meet the eyes of the Alpha? When I came back, I made sure to hide in the shadows, so no one would try to look at a maid. So no one would be interested in me even though I know I'm not interesting. The music swelled around me as the alpha walked and dance with every girl and each of them seemed to have forgot breathing once they made contact with him. Polite, yes. But distant, cold, and not a glimpse of smile was seen from him.

A girl analyzed. "True I also noticed that too, could it be that she is a new secretary?" "Even if she is a new secretary, it doesn't deny the fact that she entered the company with the backdoor" "Right, who knows the kind of method she used to become the secretary? She doesn't look like a young mistress of a rich home" "She probably seduced her way in" A voice said in a jealous tone. "She has a nice figure, I would also fall into the temptation if I were Boss" A man said with a smile.

The first page had his looping handwriting: “One day, this company will be yours.” She closed the cover and pressed her forehead against the cool metal of the locker. The notebook was a talisman and a chain—evidence of a life she had refused to live. She had fled polished boardrooms and guided conversations where every word was measured to maintain advantage. At those tables, she had been a symbol more than a person; here, she was allowed to be flawed without consequence.

The challenge, the subtle resistance—it sparked something controlled but fierce inside him. He sat opposite her. The first touch was accidental, perhaps—her hand brushing his as she reached for her glass—but he allowed it to linger just enough for her to feel it. The electricity was immediate, undeniable. “This arrangement,” he said, voice even but dark, “is not just about files or contracts. It’s about control. Observation. Submission. And yes,” he let a slow, deliberate pause hang in the space between them, “pleasure.” She caught the inflection, the weight behind the word. Pleasure. As in she would be giving it, he would be taking it, and in turn, both would be learning—testing—measuring.

"Ahh! Okay, babe, okay! Oh sh*t! Do your best to devour me, ahhhh!" Declan couldn't figure out why he was irritated by the soft voice of the woman he was now in his cabin with. He's at the Exclusive resort, where you can have as much sex as you want, and damn! Declan admitted that he liked what he was doing to the woman whose name he couldn't recall. "Yes, baby. Yes! Yes! All right. Hard! Hard — ahhh," the woman says. He drew away from the girl and quickly unwrapped the condom that had been wrapped around him.

So I leaned over and she arched back, probably nervous of how my face was near hers. She gripped the collars of my suit jacket and slowly parted her lips. I tucked hair behind her ear and she quivered when I cupped the side of her neck. She sucked in a breath when my left hand on her knees shifted to her thigh and in the process, I ended up moving the dress up a little, almost close to her hips. The sexual tension was increasing with each passing second as our breaths synced. I moved my hand from her neck to the small of her back and I pushed her forward as her nose crushed on mine.

“You really are interesting…” She could feel his smirk against her neck. Her stupidity and confidence had disappeared and she was melting at that moment. She could feel his body pressed against hers, she could smell his cologne and his shampoo... She could also tell that he wasn't as amused as he sounded. Yet she couldn't help but lower her guard slightly. It was most likely because of the way he played with her hair. How did he know she liked that?

Andrew's POV I had tried so many times to resist her. On business trips, I kept my distance, reminding myself she was my secretary and not the kind of woman I usually entertained. But right now, none of that mattered. She was all I wanted. Her allure was intoxicating and her body was too tempting. I craved her and I wanted to bury myself deep inside her sweet hole until she would tremble and beg me for mercy. Without hesitation, I slid a pillow beneath her back, tilting her hips perfectly for me. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. A soft gasp escaped her lips as our bodies aligned.

She smiled coyly and deliberately licked her lips. Micah gulped, his breathing growing heavier. She rose with an air of seduction. After that, Sandra approached Micah and sat on his lap with her arms encircling his neck. "Micah…" she called out gently. At that moment, it was as if Micah was under a spell as he involuntarily reached out to hold Sandra's slender waist. Her delicate index finger traced circles on his chest, stirring an urge within him. Sandra looked up at Micah with an alluring gaze.

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.