Tempted Novels & Stories

she murmured looking around carefully and tried to act brave when she was anything but. And Viso blinked with a rigid face. His nose flared as the lust dominated his vision as He imagined ripping her pink net panties off her body while putting her against the wall and fucking her senseless. His manhood created a tent in his pants, it was bursting to be free to get inside Isabel's warm wetness. But her face was betraying her consensual words. He knew how uncomfortable she gets around people even with a kiss, keeping her comfort in mind He booked the whole place for them. It cost him money and now He wanted the value for that money.

I saw his ogling at my breast, yes this wasn't planned, but for about five minutes his eyes were glued there. I felt incredibly offended and still angry at myself for gushing over his good looks, the man was unnecessarily rude and harsh. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, as my voice weakened, my confidence level was at an all-time low now. "You want to be a nanny?" He said and finished with a laugh, I sensed the sarcasm and the underlined insult. "Is it that the excuse you used to try and execute your pathetic excuse of a lure? You wanted to tempt me in, lure me in, nice, I'll give you a two out of ten, maybe an E for effort.'

he raises his head and flashes me a sweet smile when he sees me. Making him seem like those actors in the movies.. the male lead.. they always look delicious. I subconsciously lick my lips and squeeze my legs together as I feel my golden apple tingling. What kind of temptation is this so early in the morning? What is this Alpha trying to do? He takes slow steps towards me, his smile turns into a smirk... Goodness! I'm just wear a bra and panties. Please God help me overcome this temptation, Or I swear I'm gonna rape this Alpha.

I feel like a hungry animal salivating and hungry for her. She's my wife. Can I do this? Can I own her tonight? I wanna try. I want to own her. I want to feel her naked softness against my body. I want to feel her against mine. I want to taste every inch of her. So damn much! Oh, f-ck! Licking my lips, I completely lifted her camisole. Oh what a seductive body. What a beautiful curves and she's mine. This woman is walking temptation. She's a temptress. My very own temptress.

Paetyn It took me far too long to drag myself off the floor of the grimy alleyway and walk the rest of the way to my car. My body moved on autopilot as I drove home. After the interaction with Ace, I was left feeling frustrated, both physically and sexually. I hated that I let myself feel affected by his words and even more so that I was turned on by them. It’s wrong for me to feel this attracted to him, but it’s almost as if my body has a mind of its own right now. No matter how many times I tell myself this is wrong, and I need to stay away from this dangerous man, I find myself thinking about him and the night we shared.

I snapped. The man chuckled. "What kind of husband would let their wife stray away from him in a party when she looks like that." I swallowed. "Like that?" I echoed. "Like sin and temptation wrapped into one alluring package." He whispered into my ear. "Like a siren drawing every single man here closer." His fingers brush down my exposed spine and I shiver, wondering if I'd gone mad. Christian could come up here any second and catch me in this compromising position with this stranger. But the man's words had weaved a spell, trapping me.

Or rather, a robe meant to seduce a man. My hard nipples barely stayed hidden behind the black lace, patterns trailing down to a hem well above my thighs. The back was hard to fasten. I kept my eyes on him, and he never slowed the steady pump of his hand on his erection. His panting grew louder. “I need help... with the fastening...” I recycled the same dumb excuse. “Then come here, Tempest.” His invitation called me to sin, so I dug up courage I didn’t know I had and went back to my horny general.

But if you ' re lying, if this is a trick, I kill everyone. Starting with your precious Derrick. " "It' s not a trick. Bring me back to the computer. " They moved me again. Sat me in front of the keyboard. "The file is called 'The Real Enemy, '" I said. thousand eleven. " "Enter my birthday. April fifteenth, two Keys clicking. A beep. "File opening, " the computer announced. Then silence. Long. Terrible.

He pointed down the hall, “But this is your room so you can get settled in the meantime.” “Thank you.” He nodded in response and left for a different room just opposite mine. Fuck. Define temptation in one word.

If Carla were here, I'd bend her over and do her right here, with the warm water raining down our bodies. A crazy thought of course. Because . . . well, she's on the do-not-touch list. My right-hand palms my throbbing dick. A wave of guilt washes over me. Can't whack one off to Carla. Can't go there. I have no business wanting her. She's my best friend's little sister. That makes her forbidden. I can't do this. But I feel myself slipping. I'm losing this battle. Moving on its own accord, my hand clasps around my dick again. My eyes drift shut, and I give into the temptation of fucking Carla.