Temptation Series Ella Frank Novels & Stories

She trembled through it, mascara streaking, lips parted in wrecked gasps. I let her catch her breath, then tilted her chin up. “Tomorrow,” I said, “we go further. No more clothes. No more pretending this is research.” Her dilated, and desperate eyes searched mine. “Promise?” I smiled. Slow. Predatory. “Promise.” The fifth day dawned cold and gray. Ella appeared in the kitchen wearing nothing but one of my old flannel shirts unbuttoned to her navel, sleeves rolled, hem brushing the tops of her thighs. No bra. No panties. The dark shadow between her legs glistened when she moved.

Based on their interactions, it seemed that this was the first time since they saw each other after a long time. “She behaved well, Mr. Calcifer,” an older woman said. She smiled at me. This must be Zara. The nanny. “But every now and then, she wanted to call you.” Her gaze shifted to me. “Welcome, Miss. Is there something you want to drink?” “N-No. No. I am fine. Thank you for offering.” “Have a seat, pumpkin.” I did and Liam sat between me and his dad. His eyes were trained at Jett-Jett who quite so much resembled her mother. She looked like a mini-version of Carmela and the result of my husband’s infidelity.

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

she purred, tracing a finger over my heaving chest, circling a reddened nipple. She shifted slightly, her weight still pinning my upper body while Thorne pulled back, his face glistening with my release, golden eyes dark with hunger. “Now tell me,” Elowen continued, her tone laced with dark promise, “will you love your Alpha to ruin you?”

“Jaxon. Jaxon asked you out.” “Maya—” “Jaxon? Hot sexy therapist- Jaxon with the broad shoulders.” “Please don’t—” “Elena.” She grabs my wrist across the kitchen island, her nails a perfect deep burgundy against my skin. “Girl. The man is gorgeous. Like, offensively attractive. Like he should be on a billboard somewhere making women drive into telephone poles.” I pull my wrist back gently and wrap both hands around my coffee mug. It’s warm. I need something to hold onto.

I'd been so careful when I'd shown up at her house this morning. Very careful as I played the part of the heartbroken friend who'd been betrayed and left with nothing. Poor Isabella. Cheated on by her fiancé. Robbed of her savings. Forced to come home with her tail between her legs. It was a good story. The kind of story that would make someone like naive, kind-hearted Anna want to help immediately. And she had. Just as I'd known she would, welcoming me back with open arms whilst treating me like some charity case.

A woman he found desirable, not frigid and professional alike. Ella got out of the bathtub after relaxing for another half an hour and cleaned herself up then got dressed. Once she had made sure that her clothes were proper and showed no vulnerability nor did it reveal more skin than necessary, she took a deep breath and through the joint bathroom, she opened his side of the door. “Sir?” When there was no response, she called him a little louder. “Mister Summers?”

She finishes her food but still hungry, she looks at the food still on the table and wonders if she should help herself. "Please help yourself, I find a woman with a healthy appetite deliciously attractive", Samael smiles as if reading her mind. Not wanting to waste the opportunity and unable to ignore her complaining stomach, Charlotte quickly helps herself to another serving. Samael watches her eat and a sly smile forms on his lips, his blue eyes glinting with desire. Just then, Ender strolls in wearing nothing but a black pair of pants, his chest bare and his silver hair tousled, unruly strands falling over his eyes.

The nurse opened the door for Imman and begged to be excused as she was asked by her mistress to go home that night. Alone in the cold and semi-dark living room, Imman waited for the young mother to come. He sat on the chair and kept on looking at the lamp which was the only source of light in the big room. Slowly came a figure and went in his direction, it was Ella, who was dressed in a transparent night dress where the shape of her body could easily be seen. It was a white silky type of dress, the kind that a woman wears to seduce the man that she likes. "Hello, Ella? How have you been?" he greeted without looking anywhere but her face. Ella noticed that the lawyer tries not to look at her

He was sure her salary could not enable her purchase such an expensive car. Till now David hadn't been able to identify whoever it was that was behind her. After learning about her staying at Samantha apartment's he had tried spying on her lifebut till now he came back with nothing. Ella on the other hand was having a terrible day, she had no job at all and everyone seemed to ignore her presence, everyone had been preoccupied gossiping about Elise. Feeling pissed off she sent her assistant away to get her ajob before the end of the day else she got fired. Frida knew when things had gone to worse and decided to get away from her before she could take out her anger on her. Ella's phone rang, i