Temptress In The Trap Novels & Stories

The triplets had provided the address. They had told her not to turn a blind eye. And now? Now, she stepped into something that she could never turn a blind eye to. She breathed deeply and entered. The Trap is Set – Axel Takes the Bait Axel sat back against the headboard, his grin unseemly, his upper body open as if he didn't care. Tressa sat across from him, crossed legs, warm, inviting smile on her lips. She had played her best to perfection.

“Because anyone can kill. But not everyone can ruin. That’s what I want. Ruin. They’ll never see it coming.” He leaned back, eyes glinting. “How about this. You play the traumatized reunion for a while. Then we set the real trap. You’ll invite them out—maybe say you want to reconnect, enjoy some alone time in nature. Some outdoor place. Warm and cozy picnic vibes. Then you shift, tear them apart, and we blame it on wild animals.” My eyes roamed his face like he was a damn legend. “You’re terrifying. I’m happy you’re my mate.”

I asked quickly, my breathing quickening. “I….Yes, I believe so. I’m…” He said uneasily, "I'm not sure." “Damm it! Play it and see! There’s the VCR over there,” I said impatiently. He looked hesitant. “Thomas! You have to trust me! I am your wife! I would not betray you. We are in this together!” I half-shouted and half cajoled. Without another word, Thomas plugged in a tape and turned the VCR up. The images immediately came on the screen. It was all there in the tapes.

He wanted to move inside her but found her grip holding him back. "Don't move. Didn't you say to listen to me? I'm not done playing yet. Aren't you the one with good self-control, Mr. Patterson?" Quinn teased. Quinn was like an enchanting temptress tonight. Her reflection in the mirror was extremely captivating. Her figure, her face, her neck—everything about her drove him wild. "Not done yet?" She was teasing him, and Xavier knew it. But as long as she wanted to, he wouldn't stop her. He'd make sure to get his revenge later.

"So, Fin, tell me more about you." I stuck to my bogus story. I was a crooked agent who wanted to make some money. Robert was throwing back the drinks and openly flirting with the waitresses. I noticed how Ripley remained silent throughout it all. "Look at the ass on that woman. Her voice isn't half bad either." I turned to glance at the singer on the small stage, "Suppose." I turned away again. "Not to your likes?" I shook my head, "Nah. I'm not looking for any hookups."

Melissa, relishing in the moment, locks eyes with Miranda and assures her, "Trust me, Miranda. You won't be disappointed after seeing this." With a calculated flick of her wrist, Melissa clicks on the remote, causing the large television screen to come to life. The room is filled with the flickering glow as the video tape starts playing. Miranda's astonishment grows with every passing moment as she watches the trap that Melissa has meticulously set for Terry, her own son. The realization hits Miranda like a wave, mixing both astonishment and a sense of triumph.

“Okay, Don. Let me get someone to start the investigation.” “Okay, Carson. I’ll craft the plan” “Don, don’t let your anger keep you away from Nala, okay?” he says. I nod and leave for Nala’s school. I have a fucking traitor in my pack. Once I find the person, I am not going to show mercy. I drive way above the speed limit. When I arrive at the school building, I don’t see her anywhere, but I see her friends. “Excuse me,” I say, and they bow their heads. I am really as cruel as people say.

She tilted her head to angel him, lingering for an answer. “Now it’s your turn to play your part, partner. Tell your husband to invite Costello’s and offer them the marriage proposal of Aslan and Margarita,” there was a declaration of triumph in his style, he knew he had done his part perfectly, but also knew the involvement of elders would make it look genuine, and it will never give Margarita a window to escape the trap he wants for her- The trap of marriage and love for her. “As you wish,” “But have you ever thought...” Ramona placed her drink and rested her hand on his chest. His hazel eyes looked down at her hand and stared back momentarily.

“You want a bite?” Just last night, did stood here in this kitchen, and he poured his guts out to her. He’d stupidly thought getting his attraction to head out in the open with clear the air. Man, had he’d ever been wrong. Telling her how he’d felt made him want her more. Feeling the heat of her response only made this harder. Only made him harder. And she seemed completely unaffected. Probably because she thought he was such a nice guy. Before logic could prevail, he grabbed her wrist. When her eyes met his, he said, “Stop trying to tempt me, Mattie. And don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m a nice guy.”

She growled, upset. For a little while, I was surprised and waited for her to decide otherwise. Perhaps it was simply a rebellious act. This is not a trap I can fall into. “Okay, let me move,” Russell said, which surprised me. She pinned me down forcefully, her weight pressing down on me as Russell shoved me onto the bed. She pressed her hands against my chest and moved rhythmically. She had sweat on her forehead, and her face and neck were flushed. She looked so sexy that my eyes missed it while she was dry-humping. Her almost bare bosom is revealing a peek of her pinky nip.