The Temptation Novels & Stories

"It is temptation. She is young. Too young. She could be my daughter, Diego. She is reckless, uninhibited, and entirely disruptive. I cannot allow myself to be drawn into this." Diego pushed his glass across the table. "Then don't. But you're here, alone, fighting. Look around the bar, Mateo. There are several very willing women here who could make you forget a rebellious nurse in about ten minutes. Go take one home. Flush the temptation out of your system." Mateo looked across the bar. He saw the easy solution Diego offered—a simple, clean, transactional relief. He closed his eyes for a moment, He saw only a small, fierce face, eyes blazing with defiance, and

But as sleep claims me, his face swims in the darkness—green eyes, scarred hands, voice like sin. Restless dreams follow. A figure in black, approaching through mist. Hands reaching, not to bless, but to claim. I wake gasping, sheets damp with sweat, the ache deeper now. Obsession? No, just curiosity. Temptation? Perhaps. But power... whose? His, or the one stirring in me? The bell tolls midnight. I kneel by my bed, whispering Hail Marys. Full of grace. But grace feels far away tonight, replaced by something darker, intimate, charging the air like thunder waiting to break.

"Such thoughts are the devil's whisper. You must resist. Pray with me." But Page's hand slipped through the opening, brushing his knee. "Resist? Or give in? Your voice... it's deep, commanding. Makes me ache. Father Abram, have you ever touched a woman? Felt her pussy clench around your fingers?" He froze, her fingers trailing up his thigh. "Stop. This is sacrilege." Yet he didn't pull away, the heat of her skin searing through fabric. "Sacrilege? Or salvation?" She stood, opening the door between them. The booth felt smaller, charged. Page shrugged off her coat, revealing a tight black dress that clung to her full breasts and hips. "Look at me, Father. See what temptation looks like."

“This… this was just a test, okay? Jesus was tempted too. I'm only human, so that means I'll be tested and tempted by the devil as well.” He stands upright, facing me now. “Then get ready for more temptations, Sister. You can even try to push me away. Because I'll test you till you forget what the scripture says. Tempt you till you can’t get over the feeling of having my cock in between your thighs. Tempt you till you’re begging for cock… till you’re asking for more sin. Get ready, Sister Elizabeth, because you can't push me away with those scriptures and nun bullshit of yours, especially not with that enticing body of yours.”

“I don't chase women I want, they go after me, they plead for my body and soul. I know your type and I will get you” Teyana smirked , she seductively replied him in a whisper, the voice he wanted to hear in the other room. “ Am sorry Cee, you won’t get me. Neither will I crave for your body and soul like them, rather you’ll yearn to get not just between my legs but to officially be my man”

“I can’t stop imagining things. Sinful things.” “God grants us strength to resist temptation. Pray for clarity.” “Oh, I have,” I purred. “But the images only get clearer. More detailed. For instance… right now, I’m imagining what you look like on the other side of this screen. I’m picturing your hands, Father. Those strong, consecrated hands. I’m wondering how they’d feel not holding a rosary, but tangled in my hair. Or gripping my hips.” A sharp intake of breath from his side. A long silence. I heard the soft sound of him shifting again, uncomfortably. “You must not give voice to these temptations. They are tools of the devil to lead you astray.”

“Besides, temptation is never a patient thing, Nora. You should know that by now.” Heat pooled in my cheeks before I could stop it. I wanted to protest, to say he was wrong, that I wasn’t tempted, but the words died on my tongue, betrayed me. Because I was. I was tempted, and it wasn’t just Lucien. The memory of Caelum against me still burned on my skin; Elias’s touch from training class had my pulse racing. It wasn’t fair, how all of this had become so twisted. “You speak of temptation as if it’s something to be proud of,” I said at last, trying to force myself to look away from him and failing.

Now they were filled with her. Lena. Soft-spoken. Eyes like weathered poetry. That faint cinnamon smell that clung to her clothes and made his chest ache with something that felt dangerously like nostalgia. She wasn’t supposed to get to him. She wasn’t supposed to make him feel anything at all. He swallowed the scotch in a long, slow gulp, letting the burn remind him he was still in control—still the same man who had built an empire from ashes and ruthless ambition. But the truth felt more fragile than ever.

“Get out of my goddamn head.” But even as I try to push any thoughts of Ace from my mind, I’m sucked right back in when I remember the way his ocean eyes watched me without shame and were filled with a passion I hadn’t seen before. Everything about him is intense and invading, but it only fuels the attraction I feel for him. Maybe I’m the starved man desperate for a bite of the forbidden apple. Without thinking, my hand drops to my aching core. If I don’t relieve the tension building, I fear I might burst apart at the seams. All because of the goddamn man who kidnapped me and is now stalking me.

, his voice was seducing her, hypnotizing her and every cell in her body craved him. "This....is.....no....I can't", her voice faltered, she fought to resist but her body betrayed her. "Come to me. I can give you what no other can, what you need and more", he stepped away from the window and held out his hands, beckoning her to follow him. A feeling of despair and disappointment washed over her and without thinking, she cried out in a voice that she hardly recognized as her own. "Please! Don't go!" He smiled again, that sensual smile that devastated her and laid her insides to waste.