The Tempter Novelas e Histórias

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

before he left. He is a walking temptation. He either lures people to sin, unleashing the demon within themselves or make them see what awaits in their future as sinners, to be haunted by their own dirty secrets wishing they could die already.He wanted to see for himself why people descend to hell, to understand why these people deserve a ticket to the infinite torture and in just a few months in this world, he knows damn well enough. “That’s not a nice way to treat ladies, you know,” a random man spoke and when Lucas turned his head, this man has a mic on his right hand and a placard hanging by his neck that says “THE END IS NEAR, EMBRACE GOD NOW.”

"It seems that this 'blind arena' is too important to you that Hunter had to call." He grimly looked straight in my eyes, "Do you want to go there?" I fell silent after hearing his question. 'Do I want to go there? D*mn, yes, of course! That place is killing me with curiosity! But something inside me stops me from agreeing, it's like, I'm not welcome there..' "Is the Tartarus the name of your empire? I heard from Anne that you have an empire, not just a mere company business." I sighed before walking towards the door and opened it, there was a guard outside. "Two minutes, we're talking, please, wait."

His eyes popped open wide, and he pissed himself again, she ignored the stench this time and leaned down to look into his eyes. “My sister is off limits.” She growled. She knew if she ever had a weakness, Emma was it. She pulled back, drew the gun out of his mouth, and searched for composure. “Who was he?” “He, he works at the hotel, gardener I think.” He stumbled over the words, and blood trickled from the corners of his mouth. “Please, let me make this right. Please.” He begged. She turned and walked away. “You will.” She said. She turned for one last look at him.

It slipped even more when he opened his mouth and left wet kisses on my neck, swirling his tongue in a circle on each spot he kissed. “Tell me you dont want this, Laura.” He said intro my neck as he continued his assault. “Say it again and maybe I’ll believe you this time.” “I—” I hissed in both pain and pleasure when he bit softly on my pulse point, and then moaned in pleasure when he licked on the spot, kissing it and soothing the pain. God, he was such an asshole. How could she resist him when he fought so dirty? “Invite me into your room, Laura.” He whispered, the words soft and full of temptation. He sounded a lot like the devil in that moment, she wanted to open her eyes just to see if

Without knowing, he leaned closer. "You have no idea what you doing, do you?" he cupped her face and rasped. It was meant to be a warning. The woman was audaciously tempting his inner beast with her angelic smile. Her innocence was beckoning and teasing him, driving him crazy. She didn't know how dangerous it was. Someone needed to tell her that. Her smile turned shy when his face came impossibly close. The color soaking her cheeks was only teasing him more. She is a sorcerer and a temptress.

A single day of peace. The temptation was a physical force. I felt it, a dizzying rush—the memory of all the times I’d been powerless, afraid, brought to my knees. The promise of being the Devourer, even for a day, was a dark star igniting in my soul. To be the fear, not the afraid. To be the answer, not the question. And for her… to give that tormented, hungry soul a single day of rest in our garden? The compassion was a pain all its own.

My cock was raging hard as I watched her walk out of the office. I should have pushed her away the moment she got on my lap—I should have stopped her but instead I sat there letting her grind her pussy on me—letting her whisper those sinful things in my ear. She was a temptress I'd give her that. And fuck when she had told me she had nothing underneath the skirt she was wearing, it took everything in me not to bend her over my table and fuck her.

She moaned from time to time as she grabbed her body through the bathrobe. The desire in my body grew stronger because of her moaning. I wanted nothing but to go to her and push her down underneath me. She was very seductive and charming. She bewitched me. Moreover, she even grabbed a cucumber and started eating it while still being on the video call. I could no longer take it. I unzipped my pants and surrendered to my desires as I fixed my gaze on the woman on the phone. “Be good, Lilith. Take everything off. Show it to me.”

The chapel was silent. Too silent. Even the candles seemed afraid to move. Father John sat alone in the front pew long after evening prayers had ended, his elbows resting on his knees while his fingers pressed tightly together. His eyes stayed fixed on the crucifix ahead, but his mind was somewhere else entirely. Not on God. Not on prayer. On her. Christiana. The thought of her had become dangerous. Addictive. Every time he tried to push her out of his mind, she returned stronger, softer, deeper. Like temptation wearing innocence.