The Seduction Game: Book Novels & Stories

She had known he was a mega rich guy but like they all think, it must have been some company in charge of a lot more but what she did not see coming was that he owned the place. So his coming here, was all orchestrated prior to even her own agreement to seduce him. She hits him the chest. "So you planned to seduce me even before I accepted to do so?" Reid shrugs his answer, laughing out loud. "Well, duh, if I had any chance to steal you away from that buffoon, every opportunity came to me like gold, and that particular one, I gripped it to like my life depended on it. In hindsight, I'd do it all over again, maybe even sooner."

Her pleading voice keeps ringing in my ears, and the hot water from her eyes makes her red cheeks wet. Gosh, this is hard. I tried to remove her hands touching me, I forgot that I’m fully naked. But her hands did not let go and she continued to caress other parts of my body. “Wait, Bea. Don’t touch me, let’s do something that makes your heat subside.” I said but she’s being persistent. “I can’t wait anymore.” She whispers to my ears as she clung her hands to my nape. Everything happening right now is driving me crazy! It’s happening again, my body is responding to her seduction scent.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, kitten. Dancing like that… looking at me like that… do you even know what I want to do to you right now?” Her breath hitched as heat pooled between her thighs. She clenched them tightly, trying to suppress the arousal pulsing through her. His large hand moved to her knee, fingers sliding up her inner thigh so lightly it almost tickled. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. “Tell me,” she whispered, emboldened by desire. “Tell me what you want to do.” He chuckled softly, the sound sending chills down her spine. “I want to ruin you tonight, Mia. I want to see you fall apart under my touch. I want to fuck you until you’re trembling so hard you can’t walk out of

I yelped, clutching my chest. She snatched the carton from my hand before I could react. “And what’s this? Birthday present from Professor Sexy?” “I don’t know,” I said, trying to grab it back. “But he said he wants to see it on me.” She froze amidst tearing the carton, eyes wide. “He actually said that?” I nodded. “And you have no idea what’s inside?” She grinned like she already knew the answer. “What?” I asked, suddenly nervous. “In every novel I’ve ever read with this exact setup,” she whispered, leaning in close like we were trading state secrets, “it’s always a pink G-string. They give it so they can see your ass in it. Classic move.”

The rest of dinner is, surprisingly, rather tame. We talk about anything and everything, from books to politics to our favorite flavors of ice cream. Calder is far more well-read and thoughtful in his opinions than I originally anticipated, but I'm too distracted by our bet to spend much energy marveling at his intelligence. There are too many glances to decipher, too many casual touches to give and receive. I've heard the dance of seduction compared to a game of chess, but never before have I recognized the truth of such words. Everything that passes between us is a move in this elaborate game of lust, and I'm afraid that while I'm planning my next turn, Calder will sneak up behind me with

It's bound to irritate her once more. Margaux, on the other hand, had an inspiration when she realized the events were not part of her plan. Didn't she intend to seduce Declan Heisenberg? But why does it appear that things are going the other way? Why does she appear to be the one who was seduced by Declan in the first place? No. No. No. This is impossible. Should Margaux, however, continue to deceive herself? Should Declan continue to think even though she has already lost her virginity? Will she became successful to amidst her revenge?

And that meant Julian’s secrets had sharper edges than Celeste had accounted for. She pushed through the revolving doors of the hotel, nodding once to the concierge before slipping into the elevator. The ascent felt slower than usual. She didn’t check her reflection. Didn’t fix her hair. She wasn’t walking back into dinner as Sloane for appearances anymore. She was walking back in to dissect a man built by shadows—designed, maybe even conditioned—to orchestrate something calculated and unnerving. And she’d smile while doing it. The game hadn’t changed. The stakes had.

The way she rubbed his shaft with her hands and his mouth made his toes curl. Defying her wishes, he pulled Regina’s leg toward him so he could use his fingers to please her. “Owen, don’t,” she ordered with fake conviction, and he ignored her as he sought her warm center with his fingers, making her lose her concentration. “You’re not playing fair,” she whined while trying to squirm away. “What was this game supposed to be?” He asked when he flipped them over and had her arms pinned above her head. “I’m supposed to seduce you.”

The side of his lip twitched. “Okay, come on let’s go” I happily jumped into the car, happy that I’d successfully went back to his good side and obviously on the first stage of the CEO’s seduction. ///////// Hey guys, I’m so much overwhelmed by the love you had shown this not perfect book of mine. Thank you all so much. You should follow me so as to get updated on blog posts, new chapters being updated and so on. Please keep the love coming by liking this book and keep on leaving your amazing reviews guys.

For someone who had almost lost her life—and knew he was responsible for her near-death experience—here she was, playing a dangerous game of seduction. "Are you sure you want to play this game?" She tilted her head. "What game?" In one swift motion, Pierce's arm snaked around her waist, yanking her down. She let out a small gasp as she tumbled against his chest, her body flush against his. Their breathing grew ragged, the air between them charged. The warmth of their bodies mingling. Pierce's voice was rough when he finally spoke. "This game."