Tempted Ink Novels & Stories

I coughed and screamed for help but there was nothing but sand and more sand. The more I struggled, the deeper I submerged into the sand until there was nothing but darkness. I woke up panting hard. My whole body felt tense and I stayed up the whole night. Barbara Vincente had been a famous pornstar during her days. Now she was doing little low-income modeling jobs just to stay afloat. She seemed much more pleased to see me that morning. I was a bit nervous being around her. Her sensual energy was strong; too strong. "Relax, Noah. Why are you so tense." She said glaring deep at me.

In an attempt to regain control the creature then tried to flip me and once again dig its claws into my skin to get a better grip. ----- [Chapter quote:" Into the wild, I go losing my way, finding my soul"]

My voice cracked. He hummed against me, the vibration making my hips jerk. “Let me take care of you,” he whispered, then sucked my clit between his lips, gentle but insistent. One hand slid up my thigh, two fingers easing inside me only when I was already dripping down his chin. He curled them slowly, stroking that spot inside me while his tongue worked my clit in lazy circles. I came with a soft, broken cry, thighs trembling around his head, one hand braced on the glass behind me. He kept licking me through it, drawing it out until I was whimpering.

The soon-to-be family of five talked more about the baby and the girls were very excited to know that they would be traveling the next day to celebrate the existence of their baby sibling. The End! Thank you all for reading TEMPTRESS! I hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. I hope to see you in my new story but for the meantime, please feel free to check out my other stories on this app. Thank you!

With his six-pack abs on display, Amelia forgot to breathe, let alone look away. “Orange juice?” he raised an eyebrow at her dazed state. Dumb guy! Didn’t he know the effect his semi-nu*ity was having on her? Or maybe it was deliberate! Maybe he wanted her to drool over the tattoo peeking out from under his shirt. She wondered what the rest of the tattoo would look like! The urge to run her tongue over the entire length of it drove her crazy. Was that what he was aiming at? “Emilia!” His voice, laced with amusement, brought her out of her embarrassing thoughts.

Then, he had begun investigating in order to fully understand the family to whom Vice and Victor had become linked through their relationship with her. Now, he had slipped into the rabbit hole, and could not stop eating the damn cake. Oh, but the cake tasted so good, he thought as the Ferrari pulled over at a recording studio, and Vixen oozed her way out of the driver’s seat. There was no wig today, and no half-mask. He didn’t think that shade of white-blonde was natural, by her eyebrows, and she had well and truly stuffed those gorgeous curves into a very lucky pair of jeans, and a t-shirt advertising herself as a brunette under the name “Temptation” standing in front of three guys, one of

So when my best friend told me her tattoo shop was running a discount, I jumped at it. Lena: Girl, 40% off today only. My boss is running it. Come get that ass ink you’ve been talking about. Private room and everything. I was already out the door before I could talk myself out of it. Ink & Sin was tucked into a dimly lit corner of the city, the kind of place that screamed trouble in the best way. Blacked-out windows, blood-red neon sign, and the low thump of heavy music vibrating through the walls. My heart hammered as I pushed open the door. The scent of antiseptic, leather, and something darker, maybe testosterone, hit me instantly.

“Be careful what you’re suggesting.” “I’m not suggesting,” she whispered, leaning closer. “I’m asking. Is this really just about ink on a page? Or do I have something worth bargaining with?” The tension snapped like a wire pulled too tight. His hand shot out, catching her wrist before she could touch the documents. His grip was firm but not cruel, his eyes burning into hers with a mix of warning and want. “Emma.” Her name came out rough, almost guttural this time. “This isn’t—” He broke off, his breath unsteady. His gaze betrayed him, dropping again to the loose neckline of her robe.

Random letters typed themselves across my tits in real time, the smudged ink ribbon dragging black streaks over pale flesh, marking my nipples, my cleavage, my collarbone with gibberish that looked like ecstatic code. He fucked me harder. Faster. The mechanical clacking grew frantic matching the wet slap of his balls against my ass, the obscene squelch of my cunt clenching on nothing. Ink smeared everywhere: across my breasts, dripping down my sides, staining the desk. My body became the page.