Unscramble Seduce の小説・ストーリー

I could survive a night with Albert Knowle if it kept Vincent Sario from being in charge. Nodding, I swallow the bad taste in my mouth. "You're going to help me?" "Yes." "Albert knows he repulses me…" I murmur. "How am I supposed to change that?" "Seduction is key," he states. "You need to make him believe he is the object of your insatiable desire." "And if he doesn't want it?" "That's the power of seduction. It isn't a choice of the brain or the heart. It's a manipulation of the body." He steps closer, and I can't pull enough air into my lungs. "Both men and women have visual cues of their arousal."

what are you doing? "I don't understand," I tell him without opening my eyes. "What does this have to do with anything?" "It has everything to do with it. You need to understand your own body if you want to understand how to control someone else's." My eyes pop open. "Control someone else's?" "What do you think seduction is?" he answers. "It's manipulation in its finest form. You say or do things with the express intent of inducing a specific response in someone else." "I'm not trying to manipulate anyone," I insist.

It was a dance of passion and connection, a moment where time seemed to stand still as we delved deeper into the depths of our desires. Marius's actions are so seductive, it's as if he's mastered the art of seduction itself. Every move he makes, every touch, every whisper, it's all designed to ignite the flames of desire within me. And despite my attempts to resist, I find myself succumbing to the intoxicating allure of his presence.

"It's not that impor—" "I want to seduce you." No way.

seduce? I jolted up from my seat with my eyes and mouth wide open. Seduce?! that's right! No matter how cold that person is, he's still a man! With just one smile from her, no one could take their eyes away from her! I clenched my fist and smirked. "Not even you, my duke. I'll make sure you will be enslaved with Victoria's beauty. Mark my word, I'll make you mine."

I remain silent, waiting patiently for him and he breaks the silence with his deep sensual voice. “Hmm…you don’t have any sex appeal. I agree with that. But…there’s something. I still can’t figure out what it is exactly that just won’t let my eyes off you. It’s like a strong magnetic pull that no mortal man can resist. It’s a hidden treasure that loves to play the game of hide and seek….driving me nuts and no matter how much I try, it still won’t reveal itself…” “That’s why…you are a very Seductive drug. An enchantress”.

He moves like someone calculating leverage. His fingers slide beneath my shirt, his nails grazing my chest. “You’re stressed,” he whispers. “Let me fix it.” It is the same strategy he uses the first night we are together. He acts as if he is about to withdraw, as if he does not care whether I respond. Then, the moment my guard drops, even slightly, he pounces with that intoxicating, controlled seduction that always leaves me wanting more than I should. Before I can reply, his mouth meets mine, hungry, controlling, the kind of kiss that says he is setting the pace, not me.

My hand was shaking as I tried to decide. “Do it,” my angel said. “Make me a dirty girl. Make me a slut.” Slut. Yes. I wrote an S, ragged on her stomach, my hand clenched around the pen so tight I could have broken it. I attempted to write an L to follow, but the rise and fall of her breaths sent me insane. It was as though time sped up and slowed in unison, and I was there, in the thrill, with a crazed sense of possession beyond the remit of control. A zen moment. Falling into the abyss. A glorious abyss of possession. Love. Yes. This was my love. My true love for my sweet Rosie.

Breathless. And already craving more.

“ I don't understand, madam…” “ That's the perfect scent to lure the CEO into my sweet seduction…”.