Tempt Book Novels & Stories

Lila Voss lay tangled in her sheets, the soft glow of her laptop the only light in her small apartment bedroom. It was past midnight, but sleeping felt impossible. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she finished the latest chapter of her smutty Kai Lennox fanfiction. __________________________________ ’YN’s butt hit the cool marble of the kitchen counter, a gasp escaping her lips as Kai lifted her effortlessly, settling her on the edge. His dark eyes burned into hers, full of hunger as he gripped her thighs, spreading them wide.

We clung together, breaths ragged, bodies trembling in the aftermath. “I miss you,” he whispered, lips brushing my temple as he lowered me gently. “Every damn day.” The words pierced me, a sweet ache amid the bliss. We sank to the floor, the cold stone no match for the warmth of his body beneath me. I curled against him, head pillowed on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. His arm draped over me, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm. We didn't speak, words felt too fragile for this stolen peace. The world waited outside, ready to drag us back to its games.

“You're right, I will. But you're bold.” “I learned from you,” Hunter said. That earned him a sharp look. Christian exhaled, then waved a dismissive hand. “Fine. A party. We’ll plan something.” Hunter nodded. “Thank you.” “But don’t misunderstand,” Christian added. “Watching isn’t the same as belonging. You don’t get access just because you’re curious.” “I understand,” Hunter said. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.” Christian turned toward me again. “You both are dismissed.” I stood immediately. As I moved toward the door, Christian’s voice stopped me.

Taylor teased. Ben's eyes moved down to her tits. Tiffany returned with the camera, then went to her room and came back with her purple book. When Ben saw the book, he felt his arousal level increase. That purple book meant exciting, forbidden pleasures were surely in store. He adjusted his growing cock, curious about what his mom had in mind.

Jaun The mansion is quiet as I arrive home in the middle of the night, the stillness of the house adding to the weight of the thoughts swirling in my mind. The image of Tyler and Stacey's friend Meg plotting against Stacey looms large in my thoughts, a sense of unease settling in as I climb the stairs, each step heavy with the weight of my concerns.

LAURA Over the past few days, I had launched an operation. OPERATION SEDUCE ALEX Aim: To get him to open his eyes, pull his head out of his ass—or whichever idiom best suited the situation—and face the truth that he still wanted me. I was right there for the taking; all he had to do was take. I’ll tell you how it’s been so far. Day 1: Short sundress with nothing underneath.

The soon-to-be family of five talked more about the baby and the girls were very excited to know that they would be traveling the next day to celebrate the existence of their baby sibling. The End! Thank you all for reading TEMPTRESS! I hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. I hope to see you in my new story but for the meantime, please feel free to check out my other stories on this app. Thank you!

The next part will be available shortly (if it isn't already), so keep an eye out for it. Based on the numbers: tempt wins. So the new title will be To Tempt My Stepbrother. The change will be made over the week. And the cover will remain the same.

“No, fantasy or mystery. Or whatever you’ve got, I guess.” “Mmm, Fantasy. You’re going to be featuring in a few of mine,” Stumpy grinned. He took my plate and finished my food, then washed it up and put my silverware and the plate back in their respective stacks. “Come this way,” he said afterward. I followed Stumpy back to his tent but refused to go inside, which made Stumpy laugh. He came out with three battered books - one fantasy, one mystery, and, indeed, one romance. “I’m the local library,” he explained.

“Different path. Leave the bucket. If anyone asks why you were in the alley, you heard a horse kick the gate.” I left the bucket. I took the long way along the outer stones. Grit stuck to my palms. His cum was a slick fact between my legs. The stables received me the way they always did, warm breath, dark wood, no gold. Old Bren snored in the tack room. I sat on my cot and looked at my hands. Stone dust. A shake I couldn’t blame on cold. Tomorrow there would be a list. Names from Midsummer. Questions that smiled.