This Tempting Madness Mga Nobela at Kwento

Wanting something, but because of my f*cking fear, I let everything slip away from me! Just like what I did that night. I was a party teen, a wild yet innocent one, but despite that, I was a good child to my parents. My father was a hard working man, all for the thought of giving me and my mother a good life we deserve. They do love each other, but f*ck temptation when my mother looked for comfort with someone else, something that despite my father's love, he failed to give her.

The soon-to-be family of five talked more about the baby and the girls were very excited to know that they would be traveling the next day to celebrate the existence of their baby sibling. The End! Thank you all for reading TEMPTRESS! I hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. I hope to see you in my new story but for the meantime, please feel free to check out my other stories on this app. Thank you!

I wanted it. I wanted more. The tenderness of her lips… the way she moaned softly into my mouth that drove me insane. I could still taste the alcohol on her lips. My body reacted again, and I shifted in my seat. This was insane. A man of my age and status, sitting in a bar, thinking about his son’s wife. I reached for my phone. I thought about calling her… or texting to check if she was alright. That was a terrible idea. I quickly shoved the phone back into my pocket and that was when the pendant slipped out.

But after getting acquainted with Isabella's sweet wet parts and her ferocious fighting, just the thought of touching another person made me feel nauseous. So now, I am nothing more than an entity filled with tension and violence. An existence that cannot be measured or contained and continues to grow bigger with every passing second. My beast has scratched and clawed at the walls of my sanity, demanding a way out. The crazier the better. I wanted nothing more than to give it a taste of euphoric anarchy. But the downside was, if I let it loose, Isabella wouldn't give me any more time. I would be mentally changed and could and would revert to drastic measures to have her again.

I’ll never let anything happen to her, it doesn’t matter what happens. We were taken to the back entrance of the Casino by a bald detrimental-looking man wearing a tight black suit, his eyes traveling around my revealed skin every then and now, especially to my open breast curves, dripping invisible saliva of lust for me. I cannot explain in words how awfully uncomfortable I am because of him. I pretended not to notice his stares at me.

The slap of our bodies filled the room—wet, obscene sounds mixing with the thunder. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and began to ride him harder. Faster. My ass bounced on his thighs, my pussy gripping him like a vice with every downward stroke. “That’s it, son,” I gasped, the word dripping with filth. “Fuck Mommy’s tight pussy. Fill me up like you’ve always wanted.” The taboo talk poured out of me effortlessly, heightening everything. Each time I called myself Mommy, his cock twitched inside me, growing even harder.

CHAPTER 71 – CLAIMED IN MADNESS She arches her back against the bed, the tension coiling through her body until it feels like her spine will snap in two. Her voice breaks free in a desperate whimper, her lips parting as a sharp cry tumbles out. “Oh my God…” she gasps, her pussy tightening hard around him, squeezing with uncontrollable rhythm, letting him know exactly how much he is driving her beyond sanity. The reaction makes Adrian groan deep in his chest, his head falling forward, because nothing feeds his hunger more than feeling her body clench down on him, dragging him closer to the edge of madness. He revels in it, losing himself to the rhythm, allowing the darkness inside him to take

"And now, for your pleasure and entertainment alone, I give you the Angel of Temptation that will have your hormones running helplessly wild. She's our club's main attraction and, undoubtedly, one of the most tantalizing women upon the face of the Earth! Hold your breaths before she takes them away, and try to keep your legs still even though you're bound to fail because when she dances, everything bows to Hannabelle's will!" announced The Red Rose's proprietor with the rough voice of one who had had too many drinks already.

he said softly, “temptation is not the fruit itself. It is the moment before you taste it—the pause, the question, the tremor in your soul. You are all trembling now. And that tremor is the key to freedom.” His words settled into their bones like heat. The men behind them raised the apples slightly, red skins glowing like embers in the candlelight. The laughter was gone. The hall pulsed with silence, desire, and the weight of the unknown. And then, as though choreographed, the women lifted their hands toward the apples.

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.