Twisted Seduction Novels & Stories

Hot. "Seduction isn't a trick. It's truth. Your body already knows. Your mind still resists." She felt his fingers massaging her tense muscles lightly. Involuntary pleasure shot up her spine. "Stop..." she pleaded, voice weak. But she didn't pull away. Kuzey remained crouched. Golden eyes descending to the torn neckline of her dress. Seeing the valley between her heaving breasts. "Tell us what you want, princess. Freedom? Protection? Or something deeper?"

Here I am, in Richard's arms, watching him sleep peacefully. It's strange for me to be in this position, since after my disastrous marriage, I closed myself off to romantic relationships. I dedicated myself completely to my ex-husband, and he ended up cheating on me. But with Ricardo it's different, he attracts me in a way that I can't explain. He is extremely handsome and knows exactly how to bring me to ecstasy in bed. It's hard to resist this kind of seduction, but I know I have to be careful not to get too involved.

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

he whispered, low and smooth. "I feel dangerous," she breathed back, the thrill coursing through her. "Good. Keep that feeling." Mid-spin, Alessia caught sight of a masked figure slipping through a staff door — a crescent tattoo peeking from behind his ear. Her heart raced. "Nik. It’s the Serpent. Back room." He nodded once, his demeanor shifting. "Act casual." They glided to the side of the crowd and slipped out the door. The music faded, replaced by the sound of their footsteps in a dim corridor. The walls narrowed, and the shadows deepened. The back rooms smelled of metal and antiseptic — cold and secretive.

She squeezes the letter in her hand with one thing in her mind. To take advantage of the proposal.

My heart twists painfully as she presses herself against him, her breasts flush against his chest. "Remember when I tried to seduce you in that bar?" she purrs, her voice dripping with poisonous lust. "You were such a good boy then, weren't you? So loyal to your precious Aria." She grinds against him slowly, deliberately. "I wonder if she knows how hard you got before you pushed my hand away? How your eyes lingered on my tits before your conscience kicked in?" I clench my fists against the restraints, feeling bile rise in my throat.

“Why would I like him to touch me that way, allow his fingertips, his palms, his lips, his tongue, all of him to taste me? Even when he was being so cold towards me? I am just pathetic”. Slowly she opened her eyes and found him, each part of his body was a different seduction to her. She saw the twins point at her, and then he started walking towards her! Her heart leaped above her chest and down. Quickly she shut her eyes in pretence.

In a fit of rage, the goddess of prosperity rushed towards Seductra with a raised fist, and poured out all the venom she’d been harbouring towards her. “You are the goddess of seduction, and I don’t give a damn if you and all your girls aren’t satisfied with all the men you’ve seduced in your territory, neither do I care if you desire men in Africa. But let me tell you something, nothing and I repeat nothing is going to stop Mr Taribo’s initiation…” She stopped abruptly as Seductra planted a kiss on her lips, while holding her chin tenderly. “Your breathing is too…hard,” she whispered, while turning around swiftly and returning to the seat, she’d earlier appeared in. She soon sat down after

She gulped as her eyes slowly moved up to his face, his eyes fixed on hers. She could see the maddening need swirling in them, but she just had to refuse him until her bruise healed. “I…I don’t want to…” her voice trembled as she looked away from him. “Are you sure, Peach?” His face hovered close to hers, and she could already feel herself getting wet as his hot breath fanned her neck. This was fatal seduction; she could feel her control slipping. His sinful lips latched on the sensitive part of her neck, making her squirm as his hot, coarse tongue rubbed against the tender flesh.

He fucked her through it, past it, until she was sobbing with overstimulation and still pushing back for more. When he finally spilled inside her, hot and claiming, he stayed buried deep, mouth at her ear. “Welcome to the company, Sasha.” She stayed bent over the piano long after he pulled out, thighs shaking, his release sliding down her legs, the taste of surrender thick on her tongue. The stage lights dimmed to a single red spot that painted them both in blood and sin. She was already addicted.