Temptation Novels & Stories

Dad said it would be for the betterment of the future—future my ass. “Thank you amigo!” I gulped down the content of the glass that Levi prepared. I didn’t ask him what it was, yet whatever it was in there was really strong. Been a Saturday, The Den was filled to the brim with people. Mostly business owners, I guess it was the only place one could go and not be bothered. A half-naked lady was dancing on the pole. She was so sensual that all the men seated in here wanted her, but I had eyes on her. The drinks weren’t effective it seemed, I needed something much more stronger.

The air smelled faintly of chalk and old varnish, a scent I’d come to associate with the sound of his voice. He was already at the podium when I arrived, sleeves rolled, tie loosened just enough to look careless. He never looked careless. “Today,” he said, “we examine the nature of temptation as described in the Epistle of James. ‘Each one is tempted when, by his own desire, he is dragged away and enticed.’ Notice desire itself is not the sin. The surrender to it is.” He let the words settle. Then his eyes lifted, searching the room. For a heartbeat, they found mine.

Instead, I sat on the cold floor, fighting my own body, my own treacherous thoughts. Because the truth was a blade I could no longer deny: Part of me wanted him to come back. And that terrified me more than anything else. Dante POV There is an economy to temptation. Too much, and you exhaust the appetite; too little, and it never awakens. The true master finds the measure between famine and feast and paces the offerings like a composer scoring a crescendo. I have the metronome; she is the instrument.

You handled today beautifully. She stared at the screen. Then typed back. You’re watching closely. Of course, came the reply. Visibility is a habit. Clara exhaled. What do you want? she typed. A pause. Then: Balance. Clara laughed softly, the sound bitter. You mistake restraint for weakness, she replied. Another pause. Then: I mistake proximity for danger. Clara set the phone down. She didn’t reply again. ⸻ The next morning, the consequences sharpened.

He playfully spanked my left but and squished it with so much eagerness. "I want to see you dancing, babe. Come on!" He whined like a kid and put both of his hands behind his neck before licking his lower lip. "Come on." After a minute of convincing, his eyes finally lit with happiness when I stood up from his lap. I took my tie out of my hair and messed it up a little to seduce him. His lips parted when I took my shirt off in front of him, leaving me with my brassier. I swayed my hips from side to side, my hands roaming around my shoulder unto my breast, slightly fondling it.

Sensing the hunger simmering beneath Natasha's composed exterior, and unable to ignore the magnetic pull between them, Benson quietly took control. In a single reckless decision, the carefully constructed walls of professionalism came crashing down. The lavish office transformed into a sanctuary of forbidden temptation, where every unspoken fantasy edged closer to reality and every stolen moment blurred the line between restraint and surrender.

“Next round we’re both taking her at the same time. One in her pussy. One in her ass.” The words send a shock of pure filthy anticipation through me. Double penetration. My stepbrother and his best friend both inside me at once. The taboo of it is almost too much. My mind spins with fear and overwhelming lust. I push back against them, craving more, my body already trembling at the thought of being completely filled by both of them.

What am I going to do? Come on, sleep! Be a good girl. SLEEP. He is a hot enemy. We are here to ruin him not be ruined by him. The temptation knows no bound. There is a strange sensation down the throat. It feels so overwhelming that I fear I might wail and wake the whole mansion up. My insides throb in need. No... Will Ibhaan be accused of sexual assault if he rips me apart? Will it be wrong because I am compelling him? I wonder. I so want him. Not him! His thing down there! Yes, that long, hard, delicious thing down there. Ummmm…

“I’m saying temptation only works if there are consequences. Otherwise, it’s indulgence, and indulgence doesn’t make stories. Sin does.” “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to discuss something that has to do with my sins to you…” The girl that had been staring at him, smiled and shook her head, agreeing with him, even if she had no idea of what he was talking about. I opened my mouth to mutter a response, but nothing came out. I turned back to the book in front of me, refusing to think about Dorian’s hands on my lap the other day he’d been at the office.

After I look away, feeling an intense heat up my thighs, thinking how delicious it would be Hunter’s month on mine. Hunter is synonymous of TEMPTATION… Irresistible, delicious, forbidden and addicting, everything I’ve been running from right now in my life.