The Heart Of Seduction Novels & Stories

I fluttered my eyes seductively. His grin widened, his eyes smoldering with a predatory glint. “Trust me, darling, I speak from experience,” He purred, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my waist. I fought the urge to recoil from his touch, the urge to scream and run far away from this sinister game I found myself entangled in. But I could not afford to let my fear show–I had to keep up the act, no matter how repulsive it felt. As Victor leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear, I suppressed a shudder and forced myself to play along, my mind racing as I searched for a way to turn the situation to my advantage.

If I succeeded in seducing him and making him lose his stand, that would be a vivid confirmation that he had a heart. I chuckled calmly as I started thinking of ways to pull it off. Firstly, I thought of what I was going to wear and the perfect day to do that. I felt butterflies swirling around my stomach and I tried so hard to catch my breath. I needed to remind myself that I was only doing it to prove that he had a heart and nothing more… Just as I walked, I observed a sudden change in the atmosphere. It felt as though the environment had become a lot more stuffy and air tight.

Her eyes bore straight into me. "No, I mean yes! Look, that man in there is bent on winning me over as his lover again. Sure he isn't doing it in a crazy or weird way," but he is using seduction, "but I don't want to! And being in the same house as him is going to make me fall into temptation. He has been good at that for so long.”

Declan Heisenberg, whom she had seduced, was now admitting his feelings for her. Is it true? How did the man who was at the heart of her vengeance end up in her hands as well? "You had piqued my interest when we were both in college, and I hate to admit it, but you were casting the spell on me the moment you prepared your marriage proposal to me."

Everyone seemed excited, everyone except me. Then I saw him. Damian stood near the center of the room in a black tuxedo, he looked exactly like the man from the masquerade, only now there was no mask hiding him. Our eyes met for one brief second, I forgot every rule we had created. His gaze moved slowly over me, then he walked toward me. “You look beautiful.” My heart fluttered. “Thank you.” He held out his arm. “Ready?” I slipped my hand through his.“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Nishma trembled badly by his effects, by His 'ART OF SEDUCTION'. "My desire was to hold you close to my heart, To feel the warmth of your naked body tangled to mine. If you hadn't left that morning then I would be gentle as Chase but wild as Demon with you. I would definitely worshipped every inch of your skin while holding your waist tightly, parting your legs throwing over my shoulder, making you surrender under my touches. I'd kiss you senselessly and pinched your waist, snaking my hand around your calf thrusting my slippery tongue inside your mouth, licking every corner of your mouth, tasting your saliva, dropping mine saliva into your mouth until you moan for me and I groaned into your

His gaze was focused on something behind me and it wasn’t until he said the next sentence that I realized what had happened. “The heart of seduction.“ he whispered and picked up the book on the table. “Why do you have this?”

she advised like a guru, tilting her chin up proudly after saying it. I threw her a look. “I just sold him my body last night, Victoria. How do you mean ‘take him by his heart’ when I acted like one of his nasty— nasty girls just to be f-ed by him?” I pointed out. She rolled her eyes at me. “That was just the start. First rule of seduction—lure your man into his fantasy, his favorite things. Like giving catnip to a cat. Get them high. And once they get used to it, that’s when you make them your prey.”

When I turned to see what had gotten his attention, it was Henry walking towards us with a smiling fucking Felicity Stonewallers in his arms. 35 title words and counting, which one is your second favorite. Mine is Seduction

And utterly terrified. I’m frightened of seeing him, in my room, a danger to me once again. Yet my rational mind knows that’s not what has truly dug itself under my skin. Instead, I’m frightened that he is going to allow me to seduce him, and I’m going to have to stab him with the needle by my bed, filled with a substance strong enough to bring a Summoner down.