Unlawful Temptation Novels & Stories

Her hazel eyes are filled with lust and I take a step back to lower my briefs. I tried. Sort of. Tried not to put us in this situation where we’ll be forced to lie to everyone in our lives and keep a secret from someone who means the world to me, but I’ve gone too far. Gone too far past flirting and kissing and rubbing my cock against her with our clothes on. Now I’ve seen her naked and touched her cunt and I can’t turn away from her. Now that I’ve seen her and touched her and licked her. I was trying to be a good man, but I’m not a saint.

My cock was raging hard as I watched her walk out of the office. I should have pushed her away the moment she got on my lap—I should have stopped her but instead I sat there letting her grind her pussy on me—letting her whisper those sinful things in my ear. She was a temptress I'd give her that. And fuck when she had told me she had nothing underneath the skirt she was wearing, it took everything in me not to bend her over my table and fuck her.

These flaws were reserved for weaker people for those who let the erratic tides of human emotion control their behavior. I was the one who created order and administered the highest unwavering form of justice. The bloody alley and the traitors last gasps were already miles away from my mind a finely tuned instrument. Projections were being hurried through risks were being calculated and tactics were being adjusted. The operation in the East Sector was only a small hiccup a loose thread that had to be cut. The effectiveness with which my men completed their assignment was admirable. self-control. devotion. From the glistening towers of my lawful corporations to the dim hallways of The Crimson

The scent of temptation, of pure, unadulterated sin. “Oh, I think you do,” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. “You’re a vessel, Rose. A beautiful, untouched vessel. And you’re brimming with unspent devotion. It’s a sin, you know. To waste such… potential. To deny the very essence of your being. Your pussy is twitching, isn’t it, little whore?”

He lowered himself to be face to face with her as she took in a sharp breath. "You are mine." He said using his alpha tone. Emma didn't know why but his voice commanded her to submit to him. But she was sane. "I-it's f-forbidden." She mumbled while peeking at him through her thick black lashes, afraid. "A sinful temptation." He rasped with dark intense emotion dancing in his forest hues.

🇦​🇧​🇩​🇺​🇱​🇱​🇦​🇭​ 🇦​🇱​🇻​🇮​ Past- August 4th, 2032 'Desire is so sinful and delicious. Some desires are seen as acceptable, and some are not. So society will brainwash us. And will make sure that we do not pursue these desires. But the temptation is forbidden fruit, and sometimes you need to take a bite, even if you cannot go back to the light. The shadows are my home now. And thanks to the beast inside of me, I love it. I always wonder if I can ever be normal again. But I don't really care.'

"So.. he knows nothing?" "Nothing useful," Florence answers. "One thing I've come to know is that The Order has one strict, strong rule and that is they never harm the innocent. And they go through extra lengths to ensure that those who give even a single scratch to the innocent get the death they deserve. And whoever gives them this contract or wants to hire them must write everything on plain paper. No drives, no disks, no electronic devices. Nothing anyone can use to track them. " She finishes softly, her fingers unconsciously playing with the hem of her sleeve.

And somehow, in the span of minutes, he’d slipped right through them. And it scared him. Because Ethan knew, somewhere deep in the part of him that never lied, that Tim Dorian had become the very thing he wasn’t supposed to want. His forbidden temptation. And God help him, he was falling. Falling hard, deeper than he dared to understand.

“You’re not going to come tonight, Emily. And I forbid you from bringing yourself off all week. You can touch yourself, but don’t climax. Save yourself.” “I can’t. This feels too good. I need to come right now, Daddy. Please, Daddy. I’ll do anything. Don’t make me wait.” A deep shame burned on her skin as her desires erupted from her mouth. How could she say such things? She’d never been so honest with a man before. It was like the tongue squirming its way up her asshole had short circuited her brain. “No, Emily. You will not. I forbid you. If you orgasm, we are done here. I have no patience for little girls who can’t follow the rules.”

Some hypocrite playing pretend? Calm down, Cilia. Nobody knows what you did with him. Not a soul. Secret sin. Immorality. That's the label they'd slap on it if they ever found out. But God help me… this sin feels so damn good. Tastes sweeter than anything I've ever had. I close my eyes for a second, trying to drag up every sermon, every warning my parents drilled into me since I was old enough to understand right from wrong. Flee temptation. Steer clear of bad boys. Stay far away from ungodly men.