Temptation Island 1 Novels & Stories

Can he ignore the attraction he felt for her, feelings that resurfaced after ten years? What will Alyssa do when she is stalked by the man who has been invading her dreams since the day she met him? What will she do when she is whisked away to a deserted island by the unpredictable Nicholas Donnelly? Can she tame her heart or surrender to the sinful temptations? Read this third book of the Temptation Series to find out!

Selene leaned over him, her lips close to his, eyes dark with mischief and something deeper desire that was forbidden, dangerous, intoxicating. “Do you understand now?” she murmured. “How easily temptation can bind you when you think you’re in control?” He swallowed hard, voice trembling: “I, I do.” A small, victorious smile curved her lips. “Good. Then the lesson continues” And in that moment, Elias realized: temptation wasn’t just a challenge. It was a force he couldn’t resist, not with Selene, not ever. The First Night of Forbidden Proximity The study was silent except for the quiet scratching of quill on parchment and the occasional rustle of turning pages. But for Elias, every sound was

But when Isla Laurent walks into his home a young, beautiful babysitter with wide, innocent eyes and a body made to be sinned against he knows he’s doomed. She’s temptation wrapped in silk, a dangerous addiction he can’t quit. Isla should be off-limits. Too young, too sweet, too his. He should resist the way she looks at him, the way she bends for him, the way she aches for him when no one’s watching. But behind closed doors, when his wife is asleep upstairs, he takes what he wants. Hard. Deep. Without remorse. Their affair is reckless. Twisted. A secret that could destroy everything. But Isla doesn’t care. And neither does he.

How could I resist the pull, the yearning deep within the yearn? And so, we kissed. I didn't remember who had exactly started it because my mind went automatically hazy. Longing for that simple touch which was going to set my heart ablaze, there was no other option than to submit to the temptation. She gave me a kiss which was both sweet and tender. Like a pair of butterflies flattering their wings in perfect harmony. The tingling sensation which ran through me like a jolt of electricity was hard to describe or comprehend. That kiss was beautiful with a slight touch of tongues, yet cruel in various details. We were both lost in forbidden love, in the love we could not show, nor should we sha

But keep my expression neutral so no one realizes—well, almost no one. “Stubborn,” Chanel huffs in annoyance. “Know if you fall over because you pushed too hard, I won’t help you.” “No one asked for it.” I counter, earning myself a growl. “The temple is in the center of the island,” I say now, addressing all those around us. “If we keep north, we should find it.” “Then what are we waiting for?” Tyson asks, excitement filling his voice. “Let’s get a move on.” “Before that,” I say, not wanting to just rush forward. “I should remind you that this island is covered in traps waiting to take us out. That means that you need to be cautious with every step, every breath, and move, got it?”

Clem said as she finally took his whole length in. She began to fellate him, bopping her head up and down as he thrust his hard shaft down her throat. She started crying, praying that someone should walk right in and save her from this son of the devil. After a short while, he ordered her to stand up and take off her trousers. She began to beg him but he gave no heed to her plea. He threatened to shoot her again and then, out of fear, she took off her trousers. He began to fondle her buttocks and uttered obscenities. With a gun in one hand, he bent her over the sink and spread her legs apart. He spat on his hand and used it to lubricate her lady part.

I added. I was telling her the truth. I knew if we went, here again, I would be hooked on her. I wouldn’t be able to stay away, and I would find myself having a full-blown affair with her. That is not the kind of man I am, but I find myself wanting too with her. “I am fine with that, but we need rules,” She whispered. “Rules? What sort of rules?” I asked. “This can only ever be sexual, nothing more,” She said, “And we keep it between us. As far as everyone knows, we spent one night together, nothing more or nothing less. The more people that know, the more complicated it will become,” She added.

The headlines came faster than the sunrise. By the time I woke the next morning, New York was already buzzing with my humiliation. “Ex-Wife Returns: Ethan Langston and Aria Brooks Reignite Romance at Gala!” “The Love Triangle of the Year: Billionaire Rivalry Takes Center Stage.” “Julian Huxley Humiliated as Wife Declares Allegiance to Her First Love.” Each headline was paired with glossy photographs — me on Ethan’s arm, his hand on my waist, his smile sharp enough to slice through marble. Me looking caught, cornered, silent. Julian in the background, his fury written all over his face.

“I’m sorry, okay? I was just upset that night. I wasn’t thinking about your feelings.” “That’s who I am now. If you can’t handle it, there’s no point in asking for your ring back.” “No, give it back to me.” Thelma’s tone softened, but stayed firm. “We’ve been together for years. This is just another obstacle we’ll overcome.” Celeste watched her stepsister lean in toward Cedric, kiss him gently on the lips, then rest her hand on his shoulder. “I need to go. I just brought your dinner. I’ll call you later, okay?” Thelma said with a smile as she turned to leave, meeting Celeste’s eyes on her way out.

he murmured, his thumb tracing my jaw with deceptive gentleness, "but somehow you managed to poison me. I'm still wondering how." His hand slowly began to slide down from my jaw to my neck, lingering there, his fingers pressing just enough to feel my frantic pulse. Then he went lower, over my chest, brushing the swell of my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. My nipples hardened traitorously under his touch and I bit back a whimper. He went further down to my stomach, where he circled his fingers lazily and possessively, like he was marking territory he despised but craved anyway.