Tragic Temptress Novels & Stories

AIDEN I was dealing with a temptress. As a matter of fact, I was dealing with the biggest temptress of all. She had me completely naked now, but was still wearing her panties as she got on top of me. I cussed under my breath, struggling to keep my hands by my sides. She was smiling knowingly at me. The fucking temptress, she knew I was struggling… Then, she lowered herself so her nipples which had turned to extremely hard pebbles, rubbed against my chest.

His hand around my waist as we walked a few steps forwards from the vehicle, lowering my head avoiding the many flashing lights from the cameras and walking up the steps into the Versailles. “Lewis, you made it” a young woman called as she walked towards us holding a glass of red wine in her hand. Her smile showing her pearly whites and her slim figure in a black floor length gown, “Sophia nice to see you again” Lewis greeted kissing the back of her hand. “You must be his wife” she said looking at me and Lewis scoffed, “she’s nobody” Lewis snickered and looked at Sophia with his soft smile.

“Still I let you undo me.” She moved between his knees as he sat in the high-backed chair carved with papal insignia. Her hands went to the sash at his waist, untying it with the same quiet reverence she might use to fold altar linens. “You manipulate me,” he continued, the confession spilling out like prayer. “You come to me in the dead of night, dressed in the habit of obedience, and you make me remember I am still a man. You make me want what I vowed never to take. It is sinful—monstrous, even—and yet…” His fingers caught her wrist, not to stop her, but to hold her there. “I crave it. I crave the ruin you bring.”

And there she is. Carmen, in an oversized black dress. Short and dangerous. Then Tempest looking hella sophisticated in a gray pantsuit, ruffled blouse, body bodying. I sit down, press my fingers to my temple, and mutter to myself: “Get it together, man. Get it together.”

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.

The tailored fit outlined the long lines of his toned thighs, the curve of his ass and even the heavy shape of his groin when he shifted his weight. A thin silver chain hung low against his chest, glinting whenever he moved, drawing Jace’s unwilling gaze down to where the fabric gaped. It was obscene, the way he looked... like a stripper, every detail was tailored to seduce, to make anyone watching imagine how easily the clothes could come off. He was seduction and temptation embodied. Jace could not stop staring. For a moment, fear loosened its grip. But why was Elias bringing someone like this here?

“How dare you! You worthless little gold-digger! You think you can just waltz in here cause trouble and insult my family?” I sneered letting out a sour laugh. “Trust me if I were a gold-digger I would have looked for a billionaire to dig who was less complicated, less prone to comas and less emotionally irritable. And what exactly is the trouble? Me eating a hamburger? Or is it that I just exist in your perfectly controlled little world?” I was becoming enraged due to hunger and fatigue. I was furious with this woman. “You’re a cunning little opportunist!” she spit out stepping forward and raising her voice. “You think I dont see what you're doing? Playing the victim, charming him with your

His thumb found her clit, and he began to rub it in a way that made her body betray her, sending sparks of pleasure through her even with the pain. Her eyes searched for a way out, for some escape from this horror, but the room was a prison of velvet and darkness. She felt like a wild animal caught in a trap, unable to move, unable to fight. Yet she wouldn't let him see her despair. She kept her gaze on him, refusing to let it drop.

"How the fuck could I not want to touch you? When you sound like this?" I grinned darkly. "Even the devil knew I was lying." I rasped, driving into her with a single, forceful movement. She gasped, broken and sharp, making my blood burn. I yanked her hair, forcing her to look at me through the reflection in the glass. "You think I can resist this?" I punctuated my words with sharp thrusts, watching her unravel. "Clayton calls you a temptress," I rasped, gripping her tighter. "And trust me, sweetheart, he wasn't wrong."