This Tempting Madness Novels & Stories

My last thread of resistance snapped. Now we moved in unison, beast and man both, driven by an unrelenting need. The full moon had already twisted my mind into chaos. And now she was here—this woman who smelled like wild tulips and heat and everything forbidden. A temptress. A witch. She looked at me with wide, enchanted eyes that made my blood burn and my body tremble. With a desperate growl, I tore open the dress she wore—already straining at the seams from her curves—and what I saw beneath stole my breath.

He slapped her tits, watching them bounce while she winced, watching something dark flash in his eyes. "You won't be able to get enough, even if you hate me." Madison immediately started to rethink her life's choices, wondering if she had made a mistake. She wanted to run away from the devil in front of her, but when his magical lps claimed her hard nipples again, she melted into his seduction.

Slowly sitting up, she composed herself, adjusting her disheveled hair, a vain attempt to regain a semblance of control. Opening the text message, Maddy found solace in the distraction it provided. Her loosened false eyelashes obscured her view, prompting her to tear them off and place them temporarily on the coffee table. The message, however, brought an unexpected twist to her emotional state. A sender named "Annoying Genius" had crafted a peculiar poem that, in its eccentricity, managed to evoke a faint smile from Maddy.

He's really the temptation that I can't resist. To be continued...

My head falls back against the lavatory's mirror. After a moment, his mouth moves to my other breast, giving it the same treatment. He teases and sucks, flicking with his tongue and biting softly with his teeth. I writhe against the mirror, trying desperately to hold back any sound. But I'm terrified that he's going to make me come like this, and I'm not sure I can hold back anything then. All too soon, though, he lifts his head. "We don't have long," he says in a rough whisper. "Not if we don't want people to get suspicious."

And through it all, one thing had been driving me close to a kind of madness I didn’t like admitting to. Not fear. Not even rage. Longing. The kind that sat behind your ribs and made your chest ache, the kind that made you reach for your phone too often, stare at missed calls too long, replay words you’d said to a woman until you started hearing them in your sleep. Cassandra. Cassy. And now Richard, Richard of all people, had just handed me a direct line to her. The gesture was so unexpected it almost looked like mercy. Or resignation. Or both.

He whispers with a sultry voice, unbothered by her response as he bridges the gap between them. Mildred's emotions churn inside her like a storm threatening to break loose. She longed for him inside her, to fulfill all the promises he whispered. Mildred feels her defenses weakening. His words, despite their emptiness, held a seductive power over her. Her heart races, pounding against her chest as she struggles to resist his advances. A part of her aches to give in, to surrender to the tantalizing allure of his touch. But another part, the rational part, reminds her of the consequences of allowing herself to be played by Nelson's charms.

I was getting turned on by the way she was dancing seductively. It seemed that she wanted to make me want her. Rhythmic twists of her shoulders and supple swing of her hips were a deliberate invitation. " I missed you, Sujoy. Would you like to come with me? " She asked seductively in my ear. I was tempted to take the offer. The drinks were having their effect on me and the decision was taken out of my hands when she pressed her body into mine once again. I couldn't say no and went with her.

Not because a restriction was placed on me, but because I'd grown too busy. While my mind reeled like a cyclone, I felt the world around me darken, as if the sun had veered off course and an eclipse replaced it. Jolting awake, my eyes locked onto Emily leaning into me, her features twisted in a mixture of concern and excitement. There was something in her eyes, or perhaps I'd seen wrong. “What's, what's wrong?” “Let's make a promise,” she said, her voice low and laced with mischief. “What's that?” I asked, surprise and curiosity visible on my face at the same time.