The Temptation Novels & Stories

The devil does not come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you've ever wished for. - Tucker Max. |L O R E N Z O| Everyone enjoys different things, different genre, different music, I enjoy watching people bleed when their face show the terror I made them feel. It gives me power. It assures me that I am the one with power and not the other way. I have never craved anything in my life like I live for power.

I observe as he tightly closes his eyelids as the liquid passes down his throat; the sensuous action of his tongue licking his pink sugar lips after giving me a sense of déjà vu. Oh, come on, dear self! You never devoured your two-year-old boyfriend as much as you are devouring this stranger. Avoid temptation. Avod this sin. This is dangerous! I agree with my intellect this time without a doubt. Its description of him as sin perfectly depicts him. He is just like a righteous sin, and I cannot allow myself to be drawn into it. He is a temptation that I need to avoid. "Haven't you had enough to drink for today? I mean, how many bottles have you drowned so far?" I ask as he sips on his favourit

Clem said as she finally took his whole length in. She began to fellate him, bopping her head up and down as he thrust his hard shaft down her throat. She started crying, praying that someone should walk right in and save her from this son of the devil. After a short while, he ordered her to stand up and take off her trousers. She began to beg him but he gave no heed to her plea. He threatened to shoot her again and then, out of fear, she took off her trousers. He began to fondle her buttocks and uttered obscenities. With a gun in one hand, he bent her over the sink and spread her legs apart. He spat on his hand and used it to lubricate her lady part.

Tuning into the perfect music, Eve had her bath ready at the right temperature, not too cold, not too hot. She needed wine and she got it. She had to run some errands with Seth this morning but she first had to relieve herself. She longed for it, she yearned for it. Tying her hair in a bun, she ran her fingers inside the water, taking in the comfort she got from the water temperature. Her vibrator plugged into the wall beside her bathtub, she entered it.

Instead, I sat on the cold floor, fighting my own body, my own treacherous thoughts. Because the truth was a blade I could no longer deny: Part of me wanted him to come back. And that terrified me more than anything else. Dante POV There is an economy to temptation. Too much, and you exhaust the appetite; too little, and it never awakens. The true master finds the measure between famine and feast and paces the offerings like a composer scoring a crescendo. I have the metronome; she is the instrument.

I said evenly. He studied me, long and hard. “Not by power. Not by money. But something has your jaw clenched every time you step into this church.” I forced a smile. Polite. Hollow. “I am fine.” His eyes narrowed. “Are you sure?” “Yes, Father.” “Good.” He leaned back, sighing. “Because temptation grows in silence. Speak it out, and it loses power. Hide it, and it festers.” I met his gaze. Held it. My face didn’t move. My chest burned.

The room suddenly felt too hot as their scents filled my nostrils, making my cock twitch uncontrollably. They looked at each other—their eyes saying things they clearly didn’t want to say aloud and their expressions were a mixture of fear, curiosity, temptation and something darker. “If… if we agree… what happens now?” Vivian asked me with a hesitant voice. I stepped between them, close enough for their perfume to surround me. “Now? Now you become mine.”I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Camila's cheek Camila trembled while Vivian’s lips parted like she was inviting my touch.

I asked. "The system works for those who believe in it," he warned me. "The Temple of Temptation is like a small city within this city. Here, we have our own government, our own form of high society, and our own traditions to which we cling for stability. Your so-called Way of Temptation is threatening to destroy everything."

Almost too perfectly. I leaned against the edge of my desk, fingers drumming thoughtfully, a smirk just twitching at the corner of my mouth. The room smelled of leather, cold coffee, and ambition. This was what winning felt like—tainted by the bitter aftertaste of necessity, but sweet in its control.

I pleaded to the man, but all that came out was a muffled noise. "Shh, it's okay, I got you. Don't be disobedient or else you won't like what I'll do to you." The man said in a smoky voice. I tried to get out of his hold using my hands but he was too strong. "You looked so fucking cute in the halls earlier. Like a lost puppy. You really caught my attention angel." The hand that was in my shirt was taken back and he clasped both of my hands tightly, I'm pretty sure it would leave a bruise by how much force the man was exerting.