Unlawful Temptations Book Novels & Stories

“Not just the consequence meted out by an aware, awake society built on the sometimes sturdy pillars of law and order, but the true, inescapable, sometimes damning consequences of a Holy Father who sees all and, from that, will bring balance to one’s eternal soul, righting wrongs, if need be, in often mysterious, unavoidable ways. “Do you understand?” Her chair squeaked as she leaned forward, her elbows on the desk bracketing his now infamous file. “To allow you to walk back into the lion’s den of potential temptation, the apparently unavoidable sin of young, innocent flesh, is a test. Should you fail, there will be consequences.” Her fingers laced into boney, pale fists. “Not just from our

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

Until my throat was sore and my A was tattooed into my pussy like a signature. So I wrote him a new essay. Rewrote the whole thing with trembling fingers and sticky thighs and the scent of sin clinging to my sheets. Every sentence was sharper. Every paragraph bolder. But it wasn’t just about Milton this time. It was about me. About temptation. About falling. About getting on your knees for something you want so badly it burns. I printed it. Put it in my folder like a good girl. Then got dressed like a very, very bad one. My skirt today was shorter. Tighter. I didn’t even pretend to wear panties. My sweater clung to my tits like it knew they were asking to be stared at. My glasses were fogged

And yet… It knocked the air from his chest. He stood too quickly. Didn’t know why. She gave him a look that made him remember his manners—and all the reasons he wasn’t supposed to want her this way. He swallowed hard. “There’s something about her,” he thought. Something holy and haunted. Something sharp enough to gut me and soft enough to stay. He nearly texted her that night. Nearly told her that the moment behind her wasn’t just tension—it was temptation, mercy, and madness all rolled into one breath.

Controlling. “The one that ends with you understanding there’s no safe word for this,” he said. “No walking away. No pretending it didn’t happen. Once I touch you—really touch you—you don’t get to go back to being the spoiled little girl who thinks she can tease and run.” Her thighs pressed together instinctively. She was wet—achingly so—and she knew he could probably smell it. “Then touch me,” she said, her voice trembling just enough to betray her. “Or tell me to leave.”

It was a study room. “I’m really sorry. I will just go.” I walked in the direction I came in. I couldn’t comprehend why I keep messing up everything. First it was climbing into his bed when he wasn’t there, then the embarrassing Leo story that my bestfriends took the honor of narrating. “Stay.” He muttered. I stopped in my tracks and looked puzzlingly at him. I avoided eye contact and settled my gaze to the books on the shelf. They were classics from Jane Eyre down to the Lord of the Flies. At the bottom of the shelf stood a huge collection of contemporary romance novels, the largest list I had ever seen someone possess.

“Can you to give me my first orgasm, Kai?" He paused, eyes locking onto hers with visible surprise. “Do you really know what you’re asking?” “Yes,” she whispered, clear-headed and aching. “I’m sure.” Kai’s expression darkened with heat. He knew how much dirty things she could do. "If I do this… you won't be able to walk out of here properly afterward.” Lila met his gaze, the forbidden desire thick in the air. “I don’t want to walk out properly.” She took the towel off completely, legs parting slightly. “Please, Kai…”

The second my back hit the sheets his hands were already moving. Both palms grabbed the neckline of my dress and ripped. The fabric tore straight down the middle with a loud, ugly sound, exposing my bare tits and the scrap of black lace barely covering my cunt. Cool air hit my skin. My nipples tightened into hard, aching points. I had stayed faithful to that cheating piece of shit for years. Now another man was tearing my clothes off like I was something he’d paid for and intended to use, and the thought only made me wetter. I wanted him to wreck me. I wanted him to take every filthy thing I was offering and leave me ruined.

I stand before them, Bible open, hands gripping the wood of the pulpit. And there, it all derails. I should speak of charity, of mercy, as planned. But the words get stuck. Instead, another truth, burning, imposes itself. I look up, meet her gaze. And I speak. — Brothers and sisters… There are temptations so insidious they seem to come from God Himself. A ripple runs through the congregation. — They do not present themselves as evil. No. They take on beauty, softness… They slip into our lives in luminous guise, until, without even realizing it, we are consumed.

“Sophie let me explain everything…he’s real here okay?. These books you see are fantasies that make things happen. Whatever sex you read from this erotic series, you would feel it. You want to feel it too?” Sophie nodded eagerly, already breathing faster. “Yes. God, yes I do.” Lucian looked at me. His eyes were still furious, he must think i’m stupid. Unfortunately, this was the only way out. Trapping another soul would protect me from being caught. I picked up the most forbidden book. “Shadows of Three” : a story about one powerful man claiming two willing women. As soon as I started reading aloud, the magic surged. Lucian’s melted into dark hunger. “Then let’s give her what she wants.”