Unlawful Temptations Book Novels & Stories

I knew it. The day passed with small moments. I bent over to pick things up in front of him. He watched. I brushed against him in the hallway. He breathed heavier. In the afternoon I went back to the studio door and listened. He sang a new song. This one sounded like it was about temptation. I knew this was dangerous. Mom would be home in two days. But my body craved Frank. His voice. His touch. His attention. That night I lay in bed again. The fantasy returned stronger. I imagined dropping to my knees in front of him. Taking his cock deep into my throat. Working him until he came. The thought made me wet all over again.

The library was dark and quiet. It was locked but luckily as the Liberian, I had a spare key. Noah who had insisted on following me stood behind me as we tooted into the darkness. And just in that moment… lewd thoughts began to come to mind. It was just me and Noah in this dark quiet library, what would it feel like to have him touch me here, how would it feel to touch his strong chest… his lips. My heart pounding in my chest at the thoughts.

I didn’t know what came over me; maybe my horniness clouded my judgment, but at the time I just wanted his thick cock buried deep inside me, stretching me wide, fucking me until I forgot my own name. But after I climaxed, the guilt slithered in. I realized what I did was wrong; in two weeks, Sergio would be my stepfather, my mother’s husband, which made whatever we had together absolutely forbidden. So I had to put a stop to it which was nearly impossible, because Sergio was temptation walking in the form of a man. Every time I saw him, dirty, unholy thoughts invaded me. He was too damn sexy for a man in his thirties, and far too sinful to belong to my mother. “Jennifer, are you even listeni

More and more of my juices pulled out, coating his face as he worked my clit in relentless circles. I had to admit the truth to myself, entangling myself with not just one but two of my stepbrothers was unquestionably forbidden. The weight of the situation was heavy on my conscience, and I knew I was walking on a precarious path. It was a forbidden desire that I couldn’t easily untangle, no matter how much I told myself it was wrong.

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.

But as sleep claims me, his face swims in the darkness—green eyes, scarred hands, voice like sin. Restless dreams follow. A figure in black, approaching through mist. Hands reaching, not to bless, but to claim. I wake gasping, sheets damp with sweat, the ache deeper now. Obsession? No, just curiosity. Temptation? Perhaps. But power... whose? His, or the one stirring in me? The bell tolls midnight. I kneel by my bed, whispering Hail Marys. Full of grace. But grace feels far away tonight, replaced by something darker, intimate, charging the air like thunder waiting to break.

The dual sensations overwhelmed me: her warm mouth claiming my chest, his relentless tongue fucking my pussy, lips sucking my folds until they swelled under his attention. “That's it,” Elowen murmured against my skin, her voice a sultry command that vibrated through me. “Cum for your Alpha.” The words shattered the last thread of control. A deep groan tore from my throat as the orgasm slammed into me, raw and unstoppable. My body seized, pussy spasming wildly against Thorne's face, juices flooding his mouth as he drank me down with greedy swallows.

The look in his eyes is somewhat playful and innocent— not evil. Who knows what kind of devil is hidden under this innocent façade? The saying ‘Never judge a book by its cover’ rings in Seraphina's head but something rings louder. As she keeps looking at the man's face , it's as if something is clawing in her head. That same feeling she felt this morning. That incompleteness. It gave her a headache. She massages her head, trying to stay focused. Kieran notices her distress, "what's wrong?" "It's nothing."

Someone to fuck my holes until I couldn't think straight. I leaned back in my chair, slid my hand down my shirt, unbuttoned it and grabbed my breast . Oh fuck,they were full aching for a real hold, then I moved my hands down to my skirt,my hands founduy already dripping cunt as started rubbing myself . "Oh, fuck," I muttered. The heat inside me was boiling over. I was completely losing control, my breath coming in hot, fast gasps as my fingers worked furiously against my skin. Just then, the door swung wide open.

"Victor is an aesthetic hedonist. He buys beautiful things and breaks them when he grows bored. If you approach him as a delicate flower, he will take you, conquer you, and discard you again." Adrian's thumb stroked over Julian’s bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, exposing white teeth. Julian felt a shudder run through his core, a sharp spike of arousal that caught him off guard. "You must be the poison he willingly swallows," Adrian continued softly, his thumb tracing the curve of Julian's jaw line down to his throat. "You must be arrogant, elusive, and utterly unattainable until he is crawling on his knees. He must believe you are superior to him in every way—wealthier, sharper, cooler,