Unlawful Temptations Book Novels & Stories

LAURA I was going to go crazy. I was very positive that I was going to go crazy. Alex had made it his life’s mission to push me over the edge and right into the ever welcome hands of insanity by seducing me mercilessly. Because that was what this was. Seduction. There was no other word for it. I wasn’t even sure if I was just making it up in my head or if it was real, but everything he did recently was with an extra level of sensuality. The way he walked, talked and even ate.

She spread her thighs without hesitation watching me with dark, heavy eyes. “Touch me. Please.” I did. One finger traced her slit, gathering wetness, circling her clit until her hips jerked. She was soaked, swollen and trembling. “More,” she begged. I slid one finger inside her tight and she clenched around me, moaning my name. Not Uncle Xavier just Xavier.

His hand spanked my ass. “How dare you touch yourself when I have explicitly asked you not to? How dare you disobey me time and time again?” He growled. I let out a whimper. His cock head was hitting my prostate without mercy. My eyes rolled back into my head from all of the different emotions and sensations I was feeling. Michael was so good. Mayhap it wasn't a bad thing that I had touched myself against his orders if this was the punishment he dished out for the disobedience.

“I’m saying temptation only works if there are consequences. Otherwise, it’s indulgence, and indulgence doesn’t make stories. Sin does.” “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to discuss something that has to do with my sins to you…” The girl that had been staring at him, smiled and shook her head, agreeing with him, even if she had no idea of what he was talking about. I opened my mouth to mutter a response, but nothing came out. I turned back to the book in front of me, refusing to think about Dorian’s hands on my lap the other day he’d been at the office.

It's such a beautiful corner to stay in, such a paradise. We continued roaming again 'till we entered a room full of giant shelves and books. There was a table at the corner where a man was sitting with his book up in Infront of his face. I assumed the room was a library office; a huge one. As we approached closer to the man who was still busy reading his book, I swallowed deeply. Fenris didn't even warn me that he was already going to introduce me to someone. My trembling feet wanted to stop like there was a magnet through the door, forcing me to run away.

My body trembled as every second ticked away. He popped the last button but he still had my bra to contend with. He wasn't rushing a single thing. His deliberately slow seduction was a torture to my mind and body. Take the friggin' bra off! Please... My eyes begged him to continue but the smirk on his face suggested he wasn't going to make it easy on me. Fuck! My body trembled as his hand reached behind. You need two hands...there's no possible way one hand could- He unclasped my bra with a single hand leaving me breathless. He was like a fucking sex god. Who unclaspes a four hook bra with one hand? No one! Only a sex god could accomplish such an impossible feet.

“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.”

“I don't chase women I want, they go after me, they plead for my body and soul. I know your type and I will get you” Teyana smirked , she seductively replied him in a whisper, the voice he wanted to hear in the other room. “ Am sorry Cee, you won’t get me. Neither will I crave for your body and soul like them, rather you’ll yearn to get not just between my legs but to officially be my man”

More, and more. End of Book 1

What the hell was wrong with that daring woman? Did she not see the things she was doing to me? I kicked the fallen chair a second time and shoved my hands in my pockets, resisting the strong blasted urge to run after her and begged her for her forgiveness. I was filled with so much damn remorse for behaving with her as I had, I shook my head. I did not know why. But I was fucking remorseful. It is because she has 'bewitched' you. The voice at the back of my head mocked. *