Temptation After Dark Novels & Stories

“She’s got a pretty face when she’s embarrassed. I wouldn’t mind seeing more of it.” Jax’s hand slid down to squeeze my ass possessively. “What do you say, baby? Let them watch again tonight. Maybe touch you a little if you’re comfortable. I want to see how far my good girl can go.” The room felt like it was spinning. Guilt, shame, and a dark, twisted excitement warred inside me. I knew this was crossing a dangerous line. But the way all four of them were looking at me — like I was the prize they’d won along with the championship — made my knees weak.

She’s not wrong. "Yeah, well. Send over the digital intake forms when they arrive. I'll see you at nine." I hang up and head for the shower. As the hot water hits the ink on my shoulders, my mind drifts back to last night. The soft silk. The vanilla and rose. The way she felt against me—like a live wire looking for a place to ground. I’ve been a sex therapist for half a decade, specializing in high-conflict intimacy and trauma-informed desire, but nothing in my textbooks prepared me for the way that woman looked at me in the dark of a biker bar.

His shorts tented obviously now, his cock thickening at my proximity. He ran a hand through his damp hair, his eyes dropping to my thin tank top, where my nipples poked through the fabric. 'I found them online. After you visited last time, I couldn't stop thinking about you. It was a mistake, but... fuck, you're so beautiful.' His confession hung in the air, raw and honest. My anger twisted into hunger. I'd fantasized about older men, about crossing lines, but this? This was real. Dangerous. I glanced at the stairs, Katrina could wake any second, but the risk only made my clit pulse harder.

“Tom, you’ll drive me to Temptations by 11pm tonight.” He turned back, surprise all over his face. “What?” I gave him a stern look, my tits still heaving from how worked up I was. Temptations is that strip club where everything goes down raw. It’s worse than Sodom and Gomorrah in there girls dancing naked, hands all over bodies, live sex shows on stage, orgies in the back rooms, people fucking right in front of everyone, cum and moans everywhere. Strictly 21+ and no limits.

Dan’s eyes were hooded and filled with lust. Cassie would kill me if she found out. It felt like I was betraying her. But the pleasure I was getting from this was way better. Slowly, I sank to my knees. “What are you doing?” Dan asked, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. I wasn’t thinking anymore. “I want to please you. You did so much to please me, and we got interrupted before anything happened.” Reaching for his band while staring up at him through my thick lashes, my lips parted as I pressed my mouth against his bulge.

“Who is more than capable of fulfilling your deepest, darkest desires.” When he pulled back, his eyes had turned predatory, flike something had awoken in him, something that he had been struggling to keep dormant. My breath hitched as I tried to process the way my body was reacting against my will. I felt my nipples harden, heat pooling low between my thighs. I pressed my lips together in a thin line as I struggled to keep it all under control, but I was failing woefully. His eyes landed on my boobs, and they sparked with mischief, and that ignited something in me, something that I had been denying for the longest of time. Something that I thought if I just waited, would eventually pass, but

The heat of Adrian’s palm seeped through his silk velvet jacket, grounding him instantly. "He hasn't taken his eyes off you for ten minutes," Adrian murmured near Dax’s ear, his tone laced with dark satisfaction. "He looks like a starving man watching a banquet through a window." Dax took a slow sip of his bourbon, leaning back into Adrian’s touch just enough to signal intimacy to anyone watching. "He’s confused," Dax replied in his low, velvety voice, not looking back. "He’s trying to reconcile the corpse he thinks he made with the man standing in front of him."

She already named him in her mind, ‘Faceless, shameless pervert. “Haha, [Chuckle], are you thinking of murdering me? Baby, you are best at hiding expressions, but not as fast as my eyes which can capture the murderous thoughts in your eyes,” The person said with an amused voice; even though his voice is light, Amelia felt very dangerous vibes from him. The dark person can see her face as she was facing the lights, and his back is facing the light, so he was relatively in the dark, but no thoughts and expressions of Amelia didn’t slip away from his eyes.

And she definitely never expected what followed to be the beginning of an unforgettable night, one that unravels her body, her boundaries, and everything she thought she knew about power and desire. He doesn’t punish her for trespassing. He rewards her. Now, caught in a dance of dominance, temptation, and dark seduction, Leah must decide: was this just one night… or the beginning of her most dangerous addiction? Leah’s P.O.V. The house was too quiet, no footsteps, no distant hum of a lullaby monitor. Just the grand, sprawling silence of a mansion that wasn’t mine paired with the thrum of temptation crawling down my spine. I should’ve stayed in the guest room but his door was open just slight

Because David’s jerk credentials had become harder and harder to remember through supper, every time he smiled at her with desire darkening his gaze; every time he offered her a taste from his plate like the Pied Piper of seduction; every time he murmured some wry observation and made her laugh; every time he made her heart thunder, or her pulse race or the hot sweet spot between her thighs throb. David might be a jerk sometimes, but he was also a super-hot and super-charismatic jerk—and now he was giving her his undivided attention, he was also super addictive. He took a sip of his drink and met her gaze. "Think you're ready to dance?" Bonnie's eyes widened. He held out his arm. "Come on. L