This Tempting Madness Novels & Stories

Modern black and gold furniture, original artwork, and a sleek bar dominated the open space. “Drink?” he asked, pouring himself a glass of whiskey without waiting for her answer. “No, thank you.” Sophia clutched her bag tightly. “Mr. Voss, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything to stay. I can clean, work extra shifts, anything—” “Anything?” He turned to face her, leaning against the bar. His eyes burned with dark hunger. “That’s a dangerous word, Miss Bennett.” Sophia felt a shiver run down her spine — part fear, part something she didn’t want to name. Heat bloomed low in her belly as he approached her slowly, like a predator circling prey.

he stammers, his gaze shifting between me and the temptress. I grab the remote, muting the TV, as I watch him fidget. “Oh, her?” I say casually, my lips quirking up in amusement. “I was feeling hungry for a midnight snack, but now I want to see if you can resist temptation.” "What temptation?" he asks, his voice cracking, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.

Her moans were like wicked symphonies I never knew I craved… soft, sinful, forbidden poetry whispered in the dead of night. Fuck. Where was this coming from? Judas Romanovski didn’t use words like this. Didn’t let himself feel like this. But for her? For her, I could write thousands—dark verses and the more I looked at her, the more it dragged me further into an obsession that bordered on madness. She was my temptation, my ruin, wrapped in whispers. A lie. Yes, she was a lie. She had to be. Cause there was no way truth could be so tempting.

Katarina’s POV: Back at Velmorra "You're staring again," I muttered. Vittorio didn’t answer. Because, of course, he was. We stepped through the threshold into madness. And I do mean madness. It wasn’t just an orgy—it was art. Chaos wrapped in silk and sweat. Velvet curtains. Red haze. Bodies writhing to slow music that pulsed like sex. Skin on skin, hips grinding, tongues everywhere. The air smelled like jasmine and sin, and moaned like it had a pulse of its own.

Albert kept his arm around my waist as we walked, and I hated how much I liked that. I’d almost have missed the club if not for the long line of people waiting outside the simple brick building. I glanced at the wall with a simple but elegant sign that said Temptation. I don’t know why I expected something more ostentatious, especially with Aidan involved in the venture. Then again, Isak was an owner, and I can see the simple sign and exterior were his input. “Hey!” “No Cuts!” “Back of the line!” “What the hell? I’ve been standing here for hours!”

Her heart thudded maniacally and her devilish brain screamed only two words - 'How Tempting' .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

and bare anything else if he thought he could get away with it. Temptation attacked in spades as we moved through the malls and walkways in the direction of our communal flat. After all these months, all I really wanted to do was touch him; fondle that perfect arse in those tight, pale jeans; take the soft little cotton tie out of his hair and push my fingers through the whole, thick, black-silk mass. I wanted to stroke his toffee-brown skin; caress him everywhere; kiss his eyes, his mouth, his belly and his superb young cock. I wanted to devour him, consume him, feast on his sexy beauty. Fill myself with his flesh, his come and his love ... Fill myself so choc-a-bloc with him I could surviv

Tugging at her shirt and cupping her buttocks through her shorts. She thought briefly of her stupid, Stupid plan to have bad sex with him. Impatient, clumsy sex. His impatiens thrilled her, and she reveled in his clumsy, grasping hands. They spoke of his passion. Of the urgency of the moment. The need to possess and claim.

James," Antonette said in a raspy voice that made him unconsciously gulp. He knew she was not yet in her right mind. She's wasted. She is not yet sober. But as he stared at Antonette, whose long hair was tangled on her pillow. She called his name in a slurred but seductive voice, her face flushed and panting. James could feel his manhood slowly coming into life. He's fucked. No, no, no. Keep your cool, James. Control yourself, Goddamnit! She's just drunk and is not thinking right now. She's not in her right mind, so don't! Please don't do it! He could hear the rational part of his brain whispering.

You had this expression like you were not quite sure you were supposed to be on Earth. -Lain S. Thomas. |I R I S| You know when you are having the time of your life and the things gets ruined because of some freaking flamingo? Yup, that's exactly what happened with us today, right now. "Do not fucking touch me!" Aleeza screams at the creepy man, pushing into his chest to shive him away. He stumbles on his feet in his drunken state. He is so drunk that I can literally smell alcohol from him even after standing a few feet away from him.