The Heart Of Seduction Novels & Stories

And I knew well what the cost would be not to play along when needed. I leaned in, resting lightly against him, fingers tracing idle patterns along his skin. I’d been taught this long before power ever came into my hands. Seduction wasn’t about bodies. It was about ego. “You don’t hesitate,” he said. “Not with your plans. Not with people. So, I am curious about why you would be willing to have me of all people as your partner.”

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His jaw was very prominent from his anger, his eyes were full of depth and passion, and his lips gosh she wanted to kiss those lips and get lost in them. "Are you listening?" he snapped at me. How can I listen when he was sinfully so close to me that I am tempted to crawl up into his body and give him a kiss. Dispersing the thoughts out of my head, I seductively crawled my hand on top of his and peered at him through my lashes. "Yes yes I heard you. But you should probably know by now that I am a bold and fearless woman who works until she gets what she wants."

It was like the gods or whoever the higher powers might be, had smiled upon him and handed him an incredible gift. He had locked the door and the room had no window so he was stuck in the room with Sierra. As he stared at her he felt a hot, sinking need to be inside of her, to dominate her body and soul, before he killed her. He found some rope and tied her hands and feet to the bed posts, he took every precaution necessary when it came to Sierra, especially after their last encounter!

She felt naked before him. Fuck. What the actual fuck was she doing? Well, the truth was that she had no clue either. She was clearly blinded by love, or was it lust? Nevertheless, she had plummeted far too deep in whatever had blinded and clouded her judgement. She had to snap out of it quickly and end this before it goes to far. “ No. . .” She managed to voice out half-heartedly in sort of an unwilling whisper. A word of disapproval her head prompted her to say, not her heart, for her heart was long smitten by this young man and all it does now is beat for him.

The layer of sweat on them gave them an extra shine that, by God, had me gasping for breath. I involuntarily brought a hand to my mouth while biting one of my lips. That man was dying slowly, it was a sin created by the devil so that many would go to hell, and why not? After doing a couple more push-ups, he got up using a towel around his neck and turned to show me his slender and wonderful back, at that moment I began to walk in his direction again as if an invisible force drew me to him, as if a magnet drew me closer to him.

I kept my weight balanced, not fully pressing down yet. My skirt rode up slightly on my thighs, but I ignored the exposure, focusing on the lesson. “Seduction is about making them feel desired. Instantly drawn.” I rested my hands on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. It was faster than before. I rocked forward gently, a subtle grind of my hips against his, it was just enough to create friction through our clothes. The contact sent a spark through me, that familiar ache blooming low in my belly. “Eye contact the whole time,” I whispered, locking eyes with him.

He moves like someone calculating leverage. His fingers slide beneath my shirt, his nails grazing my chest. “You’re stressed,” he whispers. “Let me fix it.” It is the same strategy he uses the first night we are together. He acts as if he is about to withdraw, as if he does not care whether I respond. Then, the moment my guard drops, even slightly, he pounces with that intoxicating, controlled seduction that always leaves me wanting more than I should. Before I can reply, his mouth meets mine, hungry, controlling, the kind of kiss that says he is setting the pace, not me.

A discovery. "You are so beautiful," he murmurs, and there is in his voice a discovery, a delighted astonishment that doesn't ring false. "Of a beauty that takes my breath away." Something cracks in me, an ice dam. This is not what I expected. It's not the shameful, mechanical transaction I had prepared in my mind. It is… a seduction. A true seduction, slow, intoxicating, diabolically effective. An attention that completely disarms me. A slowness that gives birth in me to a crazy, guilty impatience. I am no longer Béatrice the substitute, nor even Aurélie the impostor. I am a woman in the dark, an unknown body revealing itself centimeter by centimeter under an expert mouth and hands.

Watching sienna do that, brings his limp cock alive. He pulls back and tucks his cock into his brief. His talent in seduction toys with her emotions, along with her body. After all this time hating him, knowing he’s bad, she finds herself wanting that darkness to consume her. If she’s going to die, whether from a weak heart or the man before her, she wants to experience everything life has to offer. He’s etched his way into her mind, into her heart. So, she lets herself enjoy the fall. Down into the darkness, where he’s the one holding onto her.