Novel & Cerita Tempted Ink

This was his plan—to use her allure against Michael, the cousin who had shattered his life. He moved closer, the floorboards creaking under his shoes, every sound amplified in the tense silence. As if on cue, an ink bottle toppled from the desk, spilling black liquid in a sudden splash. Nickey rushed to help, and a hidden memo slid out from beneath the papers, its edges damp and curling from the ink. Hands trembling, he picked it up and scanned its contents: Michael was entangled in a bribery ring at Eagles Company, a coded threat aimed directly at him hidden within the words. His mind raced. This was the spark he needed to ignite his plan and deepen his seduction, turning desire into a weap

He swallowed hard and tried to distract himself. He picked up his marker and dropped it back , he was so restless. Nothing was working. I inserted the pen into my pussy and bit my lips. Damn…he couldn't take it anymore. I poked the pen into my hole faster and rubbed my clits with my fingers. He walked closer towards me for a perfect view. “So when the market value is high…”. He cut mid sentence while explaining. “Everyone out, class is over. Something urgent came up”, I covered myself properly and licked the slickness on my pen.

Ink gurgled uneasily around the base of the new structure, like it resented being pushed out of that space. Just to see— Just to confirm, this wasn’t a wild coincidence—I focused on the slick black line of ink that had been creeping closer to our boots, lapping at the altar’s edge like a curious tongue I thought: Back. Just a little. Not eradication. Just… space. The ink quivered. Then, with visible reluctance, it slid back a foot or two, leaving a rim of damp, exposed paper in its wake. A collective breath hissed in from the others.

Her fingers brushed over her slick folds, circling her clit. A soft moan escaped her, imagining his fingers, thick and confident, pushing inside her the way she’d just written, his mouth on her neck, and voice whispering dirty praises to her. Her hips rolled instinctively as she rubbed faster, chasing that edge… But it wouldn’t come, never did. No matter how hard she tried, the release stayed just out of reach. Frustrated, she pulled her hand away, closed the document, and switched tabs to her fan page — @KaiLennoxForever, the biggest unofficial hub for the reclusive singer-producer with millions of followers.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.” “Then kiss me,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. Our lips met—soft at first, tentative, like testing forbidden waters. Then hunger took over. His mouth claimed mine, tongue sliding in deep and possessive. I moaned into him, my full breasts pressing against his bare chest. God, he tasted like rain and sin. My hands roamed his back, feeling the hard muscles flex under my fingers. His hand slid down my side, gripping my hip, pulling me closer until my thigh draped over his.

Her eyes aren't just on me, she’s scanning the entire table, her gaze flickering toward Roman and Silas with a hunger that’s as transparent as the glass in her hand. I don't offer her a smile. I don't even look up. We’ve gotten used to this—the "bar bunnies," as the rest of the club likes to call them. Since we went public with our ownership of Iron & Ink, the dynamic in the room has shifted. It’s no longer just a place for the MC to move product or talk business, it’s become a beacon for every woman in the city looking for a walk on the wild side. They see the ink, the leather, and the dangerous edge we carry, and they want a piece of it. We’ve slept with a few of them over the years, casua

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!

Pathetic. I entered the condo and quickly unbuttoned my shirt. Then without wasting another second, I walked straight toward the liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Tonight, I needed something strong to knock me out, or atleast, drown my thoughts. I poured myself a glass filled with ice cubes and drank everything in a gulp. The burning sensation slid down my throat instantly, but it did nothing to calm the chaos in my head. Anna was still there inside my head. I poured another glass. And another, and another. And before I knew it, the bottle was empty.

The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled.

I just can’t get the way she felt, the way she tasted out of my mind. So I came back here needing something to ease whatever this is I’m feeling. I’m not sure how much I’ve had to drink. I feel numb and confused, worse than before, and now I wish I’ve never met her. The door to my office opens, and I raise a brow to the female vampire that enters while sipping on my cognac. She closes the door behind her and saunters towards me seductively. Nikita. She’s attractive enough, but that’s all. There’s nothing exciting or unique about her other than she can do this thing with her tongue. That’s really the only reason I’ve requested her services. She seems happy to see me. For some reason she’s con