Thanatos Seduction Novels & Stories

He never got to see it coming. I'm going to have so much fun fucking him up. Too much? This is just the beginning ****

Welcome to Seduction: The Taste of Lust He was ruthless they said, a womanizer with a daring personality of hijacking everyone's life, one mistake, and my world was in his hands. Without realizing I gave him everything, my past, my future and my present was all in his favor as he silently made his move toward me, I was naive to believe him, foolish to get played by words, and fucking stupid to believe his actions, "trust me" he said then why am I regretting this.

It felt thicker than before, pulsing with deliberate throbs that made my breath hitch sharply. “Focus on your code, Zoey,” his velvet tone echoed straight into my skull. “But don’t you dare finish that function until I say.” I whimpered, my legs squeezing together under the desk as invisible ridges moved along my inner walls, mimicking the exact texture of his shaft. The sensation built slowly, layering pressure until my vision swam. Just as my muscles began to flutter with impending release, everything halted and frustration tore a soft sob from my throat.

Over and over. Thud. Thud. Thud. Each hit seemed to echo through the mansion, through me. “Yes! God, yes! Don’t stop!” Her voice rose higher, desperate now. And I could see it in my head without even trying, her on her back, bent over, riding him, him over her, taking whatever he wanted. And my body… betrayed me. Heat built between my thighs, shameful and unstoppable. My nipples ached under my thin sleep shirt. My breathing picked up.

The night air was thick with the scent of roses and freshly polished marble as Isabella Voss stepped into the grand hall of the Moretti estate. Crystal chandeliers reflected golden light across the polished floors, and the city’s skyline glittered beyond the tall, arched windows. Every detail of the evening—the music, the décor, the masked guests—was meticulously orchestrated to maintain the illusion of perfection. Tonight, however, perfection was a façade, a fragile mask for a deadly game.

A brutal claim in the sterile confines of a car, after surviving a man’s execution? My gaze met his, searching for something in the dark depths of his eyes, perhaps understanding, perhaps pity, perhaps even… tenderness. But all I found was possession, a fierce, unwavering ownership that both terrified and, in some dark, twisted corner of my soul, thrilled me. He ordered me to take Thorne's life, and now he had taken me, not with brute force, but with a calculated seduction that chipped away at my defenses with every whispered threat and bruising kiss. The intimacy felt less like a shared moment and more like a brand, marking me as his, irrevocably.

And I admit I like it. "Okay okay," I said giving up. I immediately knelt in front of him but I made him stand up then I lowered what was supposed to be lowered. I pushed him so he lay naked on the bed. Zack is such a Greek God. I immediately crawled up to him and he smiled and bit his lip. His seducing me ::>_<:: I smiled as I sat on his which made him moan. I tease him by feeling my wetness through his hardness.