Tragic Temptress Novels & Stories

he asks, his voice cracking, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. I ignore his question and give the temptress a nod. She struts over to me, her hips swaying like a hypnotist's watch, and then plops herself down on my lap. Her plump lips, deep brown eyes, curvy legs, and full chest just scream sex appeal, making the boy's face turn beet red.

I carried on as if nothing had happened. I even went to see her. She was every bit the temptress: seductive eyes that promised sin, a lithe figure that seemed to dance even when she stood still, and curves designed to ensnare men. Wearing black silk stockings, she could sway to the beat in a bar and leave every man in the room spellbound. Those with even the slightest lapse in self-control might lose themselves completely. So, this was what my cold, prim, and proper husband secretly craved?

"Uh, yeah....he was just here." "He just went into the Temptress's lair." "Wait...What?!?!" Was that some type of bordello? What was Chester thinking? His ma would kill him if she found out. "That's where our tattooed temptress performs. She and her beauties mainly dance. Her show just started, and her mate won't let you in now. If you try, he will just burn you. Not worth it, in my opinion."

Her eyes rolled as if she was a fucking dragon or something, with hot air in her breath to leave me dead in an instant. "Let me go!" She barked at me, which kind of took me by sur-prise. The calm and quiet Adele had been replaced by this monster. The girl that I'd spent the night with and thought of it as nothing but pleasure had disappeared and right now it felt like fucking hell. "No, not until you answer me. Not until you tell me what's upset you?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a special guest at 1996 Bar—a little temptress, and she's here to perform a pole dance to spice things up!" Stanley wasn't paying attention to the stage, nor did he have any interest in the little temptress. But the wealthy young men around him reacted, their voices full of surprise. "Damn, where did this little temptress come from? Her body is perfect!" One of the men shouted, "Mr. Hawk, you have to see this!" Stanley lazily lifted his eyes, glancing toward the stage. That was when he saw her—the little temptress. She wore a black spaghetti-strap, body-hugging dress, the straps resting delicately on her smooth, fair shoulders. The dress clung to her cu

My curse. Neon Nights is twenty minutes away by ride. I dress for the floor: black lace thong, matching bra that pushes everything up and out, fishnet stockings, sky-high stilettos that make my calves ache by the second song. Glitter body oil cheap but shiny. Red lipstick. Smokey eyes. The uniform of a girl who sells fantasy for cash.

Her eyes were sultry and appeal was seductive, her makeup was doing all the justice with her role. I glared at Julie. "I swear, Sir... I have no hand in this... I was completely unaware." She was quick to get herself out of the trouble. My heart burnt when her sexy hips moved on the music and grabbed the attention of all lusty men. Her moves was smooth like a mermaid underwater. Her charm captivated Spider and she approached him, tried to please him. His filthy hands wrapped around her waist and he tried to kiss her. She very smartly and playfully rejected him like she is teasing him.

She was weaponizing it. And God help any man who thought he stood a chance. I groaned, my entire body tightening with longing. She was going to be the death of me. She was perfection. The very definition of a temptress, a walking sin wrapped in the most breathtaking form imaginable. And she was mine. My fucking wife. Fuck. I should be in the Guinness World Records for Luckiest Man Alive. Then, her eyes found mine. Her smile faltered—just slightly—but she didn’t look away. Instead, she brought her champagne glass to her lips and took a slow, torturous sip, her red lipstick staining the glass.

Frank, whose fear had gone away, was excited. A few hours later, Iris woke up feeling high, she glanced at the pale figure beside her and smirked. Pushing the body off her bed she scoffed. “Thank the moon goddess you could still have me before you died” she said and stood up. Once she was fully dressed, she told her maid to take out his heart and throw the rest of his body away. She went to the dungeon, her heels clicking against the marble floor,her face full of smiles as the guards bowed.