Tragic Temptress Novels & Stories

A consulting firm she had never heard of, never signed for, never consented to. But there it was. Her name. Her forged signature. Her silence, assumed. A perfect little scandal dressed in Sunday best. He didn’t just cheat. He stole. And when the time came, he would watch her take the fall for it. A pastor’s wife gone rogue. A bitter woman with control issues. A jezebel. A liar. A whore. He had laid the breadcrumbs. He kissed her cheek after sermons. He thanked her from the pulpit. He made sure she always smiled on camera.

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.

Finally, she decided to enter the six-digit code, Alex's birth date, to access his luxurious property. A faint smile formed on her lips as the door opened, and Kia stepped inside. No one was there. It seemed like Alex hadn’t stayed overnight at his penthouse. Ha, he might have stayed at Tessa’s apartment. Kia tried to calm her heart, which felt as if it was being torn apart. Her blind love for Alex had led her into a trap with no way out. She tilted her head upwards, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. A soft laugh filled the air—a reflection of her deep disappointment. Disappointed in herself and in Alex.

It’s like watching a bad accident—I want to look away but my eyes are glued to what’s happening, and no matter how many times I tell myself to look away, I can’t. Once Liam is satisfied, he pulls out and shoos the woman from his office. It’s clear the arrangement is only meant for his pleasure, and once he’s happy, he tosses the woman out without a second glance. I exit out of the video and stare at the file. What am I going to do about it? I know I told Ace I wanted to put this whole thing with Liam behind me, but now that I’ve seen it, it has fuelled the burning hatred I have for this man. On top of hiring someone to kidnap me, he has the audacity to cheat on me and pretend like he’s the v

But I can’t deny the fact that she makes me feel something that I have never felt before for anyone. I am not actually sure how it feels to like some, to have feelings for someone, to love someone. Because I have never felt like that for anyone before. But I feel like I am starting to fall for my purchased wife. And even if I deny it thousands of times, it won’t change the truth. That is why I want to try working out this marriage which is result of my temptation to make her mine, to take revenge on her. I want to protect her from everyone who dares to even look at her with evil intention.

Women don’t have the pleasure of making it to my bed, and yet, as I lay her down softly climbing on top of her, staring down appreciatively at the goddess beneath me, it seems as if she belongs here. My fingers graze her skin and I notice she has a tattoo on the side of her thigh that extends above her waist. It’s a lioness entangled with viny roses. How fitting. I don’t ever think I’ve seen someone this attractive. I’m so entranced by her it’s alarming. Is she some kind of sorceress? My eyes continue to linger momentarily committing this sight to memory. A predator looking down at his prey. “Demetrius, I want you,” she whimpers at the loss of touch telling me exactly what I need to hear.

I've had more drinks than I can count on my fingers, it doesn't take a genius to see this isn't a good idea but it is. I begin to sway my hips to the beat, the cheers getting louder by the second. I can already smell the pre-cum of every straight male in here tonight. There are seven of us on stage but all eyes are on me, I can feel their lustful eyes burning through my flesh, each wishing they be who I choose to play with tonight. I know this because this is exactly what I was made to be, a show stopper. Life put me in the hands of evil and it was there, I was crafted to be what I am now, a temptress. I manipulate men for a living and they pay me to do it, they pay thousands of dollars, som

, 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.

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.