Unlawful Temptation Novels & Stories

I whispered, “you were hard the entire time I was talking, weren’t you? I could hear it in your voice. You were imagining bending me over your desk and fucking the sin out of me.” He took a step back, hitting the edge of his desk. “Angela, stop,” he growled, but his eyes dropped to my breasts for a split second. “This is temptation. The devil is using you to test me. You need to go home. Pray. Ask for forgiveness.” I smiled sweetly and took another step forward. “I don’t want forgiveness, Father. I want you to ruin me. I want you to lift my dress, shove your holy cock inside my tight little pussy, and fuck me until I scream ‘Oh God!’ for real reasons.”

I’d seen him at mass with his robes sucking onto his broad shoulders, and I hated how my gaze lingered. “It’s… desires, Father. Bad ones.” I paused, cheeks burning. “Homosexual desires. I can’t stop thinking about men. Touching them. Being touched. It’s constant, and I pray, but it doesn’t go away. I feel …disgusting.” A weird wave of silence stretched for a beat. Then that voice again, smoother this time, almost warm. “Many struggle with temptation, Noah. The flesh is weak, but the spirit can be stronger. Tell me more; let it out.”

“Stop lying to yourself.” The words cut deep. She was right. Every inch of him wanted her—wanted this. And yet, somewhere deep in his mind, the warning screamed: patient… rules… career… He swallowed hard, pressing his forehead to hers. Her breath was hot against his cheek, her pulse hammering under his touch. The temptation was unbearable, and every second the space between restraint and indulgence shrank. She tilted her head, lips brushing his ear. “One touch, Doctor. Just one. Isn’t that allowed?”

“Let me explain what happens if he wins. The drugs I control run free in the streets. The guns that move in and out of the city are made available to all the gangs. And that brothel, let’s just say the freedom of choice those people have there, will be taken away. We’ve had peace in Maine for over four years now, that peace will be gone the second your father steps into power. No one will be safe.” “And you think you’re better than him?” Olivia asked and again placed a hand over her mouth. “I’m under no illusion, Olivia. I know what I am. I’m just saying I’m the lesser evil.” “What’s the choice I have?” “Well, you were right. I can’t just let you go.” She held up her hand to silence Olivia.

I shouldn’t want this man, but my body is betraying me every step of the way, begging for this stranger to touch me, to put me out of my misery. The more I try to tell myself I’m only reacting this way because I miss my fiance’s touch, the more I’m starting to realize that maybe my body is reacting this way because the thought of being held captive and taken by a stranger, ignites a foreign emotion in me I didn’t know existed. I didn’t think I had a kink besides the usual step up from vanilla sex because Liam isn’t into that kind of stuff, but it seems this man has unlocked a hidden desire I didn’t know I possessed.

Alexander Temptation. People define temptation as many things—a fleeting desire, a moment of weakness, an indulgence that comes with consequences. But I had never understood that word. If you know something is bad for you, why indulge in it? Why get tempted to take something or do something that is bad for you? So, I saw temptation as a test. Fail it, and there would be consequences. I had never been tempted to do something before. Never been tempted to hold a woman, to make her moan, to give her the best orgasm of her life, to fuck her until she couldn’t walk anymore. Desires were never my thing. But...

His hands were shaking not, and his knuckles were white where they gripped each other. "Tell me," I whisper again. "Tell me you don't want to break your vows for me. You might deny it with your words, but the eyes don't lie, Father." He opened his eyes and they were dark, pupils blown wide with desire he could no longer hide. "I can't." "Can't what?" "I can't tell you that." His voice cracked. "I've tried. Every night, I've tried to pray you out of my head. Every morning, I've begged God to take this temptation from me."

"I've felt temptation. When I'm working through integrations, when I see how easily I could speed the process by using Ravensbrook's more aggressive techniques—yes, there's temptation. When I'm frustrated or tired or doubting myself, there's a voice that whispers about what I could do with this knowledge if I chose to use it." Ironwood's expression is triumphant. "You admit to predatory impulses—" "I admit to temptation," I cut her off. "Which is different from action. Every person in this chamber has been tempted to abuse their power at some point. The difference between a responsible leader and a tyrant isn't the absence of temptation—it's what you do with it." "And what do you do with it?

My arms and legs were toned over all I loved my new body. My relationship with Matt became somewhat uncomfortable. I noticed that he will stare at me at times and the look in his eyes were filled with emotions I struggled to decipher. I learned how to control my own emotions as well my face is usually void of any emotion unless I want you to see it. I held a lot of guilt inside me because not only did I become the Seductive Temptress I also became a killer, a deadly one. I can still remember the first guy I killed although I no longer have nightmares about it I still felt some guilt and remorse. Not because he was a good guy no but because that situation changed my whole life I felt guilty b

" Lisa's voice came. ”So basically, I was watching a movie on my Tv screen about this human playing some game. This game we are about to play is called seven minutes in heaven. I mean most of you might not like the game or know anything about this game right?” She asked as she rotated her eyes In a bitchy expression.