Temptation Island 2 Novels & Stories

I couldn’t exactly tell, but it had left me feeling powerful and like I was capable of conquering the world. The first woman to make me feel all sorts of things in hundreds of years, and I’d left her on that goddamn island without at least making a plea for her to consider joining me. If not now, then at least soon enough, so I could have something to look forward to. So this constant itch that had sat underneath my skin, making my hands twitch with the need to touch, my fangs neigh tingling with the memory of her blood, could finally end. I stared blankly out the window, my mind hundreds of miles away on the island, when a sharp ringing jerked me out of my thoughts.

His eyes were dark and hungry and he looked at me like he was about to devour me. I wanted that too. But now, he asked me to touch myself. I swallowed hard and slowly let my knees fall apart. Landon didn’t move from the chair across the room, his eyes locked onto mine as if nothing else existed. “Touch it, baby.” His voice was quieter but the command was still sharp. Hearing him tell me what to do turned me on even more. “Show me how you want me to touch you.” I slid my hand down, past my stomach. I paused for a moment and looked at him. Embarrassment burned up my neck but the heat between my legs was worse. Hotter. Needier.

And for the first time, I truly understood what it meant to feel like a woman. Those beads—ring after ring of them—slid back and forth inside me, rolling, churning. Each movement jabbed at my sensitive nerves. Wave after wave carried my emotions from the depths of despair to the heights of ecstasy, like riding a roller coaster. Just as I was losing myself in that exquisite pleasure, I caught a glimpse of a small red light on the ceiling. That red light—it looked exactly like a hidden camera, the kind used in hotel spy videos. My heart lurched. Cold sweat broke out all over my body. The pleasure drained from me like a receding tide.

Lora was shocked and wanted to know what really happened. "Let's go to the library tomorrow," Lora suggested. Barry nodded, wanting to help Lora sincerely. A girl as good as her didn't deserve to be hated. They had to sleep to make the night pass quickly. The next morning, Tina wore the stolen dress to school. She walked confidently, feeling like the prettiest girl in school. No one noticed that the dress was stolen. Her matching shoes shone like glass. She crossed paths with Harvey and tried to charm him with her beauty and perfect body. However, Harvey wasn't interested. No matter how pretty Tina was, if his heart didn't choose her, he would still choose Lora.

Chapter 10: Temptation and Resolve The club was quieter now, the vibrant energy of the night settling into a dull hum as patrons trickled out. Isla stood behind the bar, wiping down the surfaces with mechanical precision, though her mind was far from the task at hand. The evening’s events played over and over in her head, the tension in Dante’s voice still ringing in her ears. He was getting closer, and she had to be careful. One wrong move, and everything she and Alex had worked for could be ruined.

ended. "Where is the Cradle?" Rhea asked, her voice as cold as the ice beneath her feet. Silas pointed toward the highest peak, shrouded in a permanent, swirling mist of black smoke. "Follow the hunger, Rhea Mooncrest. It will lead you to the only throne that fits." She didn't say goodbye. She turned and stepped onto the ice, her heart finally going still. She was no longer Rhea the Omega, Rhea the sister, or Rhea the mate. She was the Ruin, and the night was just beginning to fall.

I promised to myself before I closed my eyes and let the sleep take over my chaotic mind and exhausted body. --- "I can't believe it." Iris whisper yelled with her lips formed in an 'O' shape. I shook my head at their silly conversation and focus back to the papers of recent collections of arm traffickers, we bought. "I feel like doing something stupid." Iris relaxed on the couch, crossing her legs as she stares at the ceiling in deeo thought. Troublemaker. I brought my focus back to the papers and try not to get distracted by her words again but then I heard Rowan say or more like flirt.

Carla's POV 3 hours later we had arrived at our destination. I still wasn't sure were we are but I'm sure we're in France. In an island int South of France actually and then I knew immediately as we pulled up. We're in the Golden Isles. A gorgeous island in the south of the French Riviera I had once told Liam I would like to live there, it was years ago before we even got together. I can't believe he remembered. "Liam, what's happening?" I asked as we got out of the car and are met with staff in the front of a huge gorgeous villa.