Temptation After Dark Novels & Stories

Then, he had begun investigating in order to fully understand the family to whom Vice and Victor had become linked through their relationship with her. Now, he had slipped into the rabbit hole, and could not stop eating the damn cake. Oh, but the cake tasted so good, he thought as the Ferrari pulled over at a recording studio, and Vixen oozed her way out of the driver’s seat. There was no wig today, and no half-mask. He didn’t think that shade of white-blonde was natural, by her eyebrows, and she had well and truly stuffed those gorgeous curves into a very lucky pair of jeans, and a t-shirt advertising herself as a brunette under the name “Temptation” standing in front of three guys, one of

Chapter Two. AZAEL BLACKWELL. The redhead with the big blue eyes was moving her hips in circles above me, I could feel my manhood coming in and out of her over and over again, I was focusing, imagining her to be that sweet redhead I've been studying for months, one that, has become the main protagonist of every one of my fantasies, I can't get her out of my head, not until I have her in my hands and make her mine, just mine.

No way I was really being kissed by Clara—my childhood best friend. This had to be one of those sinful dreams. One of those dreams that left me hot and aching, waking up with soaked panties and guilt flooding my chest. The kind that drove me to my knees in prayer, asking for forgiveness, begging for the strength not to give in to temptation, not to touch myself where I burned the most. I’d prayed so hard for whatever darkness that lived inside me to go away. For whatever demon that kept planting these wicked thoughts in my head to leave me alone. Because this… this was wrong.

"Captain, I need a warrant. Fast. Victoria Holt. Theo Holt. Sarah, last name pending. Extortion, blackmail, wire fraud, and conspiracy to defame. We're crashing a gala tonight." The pieces were moving. All converging on one glittering ballroom. Where smiles would hide knives. And one family's truth would either save them or destroy them forever.

Eventually I forced myself up, cleaned up as best I could in the bathroom, changed into fresh clothes, and tried to look normal. When I walked into the living room, Asher was already on the couch like nothing had happened, scrolling on his phone. Kayla was setting up the TV. She looked up and grinned. “Finally. Okay, so the movie we’re watching is Fifty Shades Darker.” My eyes snapped to Asher. He was already looking at me, that same dark heat still burning in his gaze. The opening credits started to roll.The lights went out completely. Only the blue glow of the television painted the living room in soft shadows.

She was tempted to touch him, she wanted to kiss his neck and his nipples, she felt Luke caressing his chest and pulling closer to him. His body was a torment for her even now that he was asleep. Those short beards , she was being tempted to trail her fingers down them. After so much struggle, she overcame the temptation and forced herself to sleep. That was one lucky night, but what about the following ones? What happens when she can’t eventually fight her cravings and the truth about her is exposed?! To be continued!!

Teasing and darting my tongue in and out while my hands were looking to take control and my cock was dying to enter her sweet pussy. It wasn't what I'd had in mind for the Prom, but just having her in my arms was incredible, and trying to make this moment last for a few seconds more wasn't going to happen. Especially because I knew that any mo-ment if there was a drink spilled or if there was some fucking emergency the janitor would come in and get supplies from his closet. I didn't want to stop until I'd accomplished the one thing that we needed to do right now and that was to come.

But I find myself enjoying the fact I have this effect on her. I open the door allowing her entrance and usher her inside before I rush to the driver’s side. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, I try to remind myself I need to keep my eyes on the road and not her, but the temptress beside me is making that very difficult. Her scent invades my senses and it’s like a drug to me. I just want to give in to the addiction.

Serving him his glass, I looked over at him. He had shining deep blackish eyes that spoke depth and darkness lik an ocean at night. His beautifully scary eyes caught me off guard. He was wearing a white shirt with his first few buttons undone, it was almost see-through as I could clearly see his entire hard-muscled body tattooed. All inked up till his neck. He had well-set raven black hair with each and every strand positioned backward, leaving a couple of them on his temple. Hot. He sat there as if he owned everything. With that aura of his screaming ‘fricking danger’, it was crystal clear he wasn’t one of these lusty old heads. Despite that, he was attractively handsome and seducingly hott

It illuminated the room the same way he illuminated me. George and Las Vegas had a lot in common. Vegas is Sin City for a reason, and George is the walking embodiment of that. They’re both tempting yet obvious, filled with sexual domination that’s attracting and compelling. They make you need them, even if you know they’re the very worst thing for you. Temptation and sin have no bounds. Vegas had no bounds. Neither did George. And the two combined made me want to destroy my own. “You’re drunk,” he whispered in a low tone from just behind me. “You should go to bed.”