Fall Into Temptation Novels & Stories

The system hummed unsettled. Because it still didn’t understand one thing: This wasn’t temptation. It was alignment. And alignment, once chosen, was far harder to control.

“I can’t stop imagining things. Sinful things.” “God grants us strength to resist temptation. Pray for clarity.” “Oh, I have,” I purred. “But the images only get clearer. More detailed. For instance… right now, I’m imagining what you look like on the other side of this screen. I’m picturing your hands, Father. Those strong, consecrated hands. I’m wondering how they’d feel not holding a rosary, but tangled in my hair. Or gripping my hips.” A sharp intake of breath from his side. A long silence. I heard the soft sound of him shifting again, uncomfortably. “You must not give voice to these temptations. They are tools of the devil to lead you astray.”

I whispered, “you were hard the entire time I was talking, weren’t you? I could hear it in your voice. You were imagining bending me over your desk and fucking the sin out of me.” He took a step back, hitting the edge of his desk. “Angela, stop,” he growled, but his eyes dropped to my breasts for a split second. “This is temptation. The devil is using you to test me. You need to go home. Pray. Ask for forgiveness.” I smiled sweetly and took another step forward. “I don’t want forgiveness, Father. I want you to ruin me. I want you to lift my dress, shove your holy cock inside my tight little pussy, and fuck me until I scream ‘Oh God!’ for real reasons.”

My heartbeats escalated and my intrusive thoughts kept my eyes hanging on Lucas's body where he stood in his briefs, could i handle the aftermath of this sinful temptation? What were the possibilities? Then my eyes locked in with his, Cold, blue?, daring… I couldn't do this, It wasn't possible, So i let my hands twist the door knob, about to walk away from my biggest temptation, about to let my career sink, This was either going to be my biggest mistake, or my greatest comeback. But then Lucas's voice spoke up again , and this time, the chills, it ran through my spine,

I made the sign of the cross, the familiar gesture a desperate plea for help, and squeezed my eyes shut, willing the image to vanish. Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen. I took another deep breath, forcing myself to calm down, to regain control. I had to do this. Levi was waiting for me. Slowly, cautiously, I opened my eyes, steeling myself for what I knew was coming. A vision of pure, unadulterated temptation greeted me.

Every single gun muzzle shifted at once. All of them were pointed at the back of his head. The air seemed to crystallize into ice. His eyes rolled wildly in their sockets as he searched the faces of his so-called loyal men, hoping to find a trace of hesitation or rebellion. What answered him was only cold silence and rows of black gun barrels. "No… Impossible…" he muttered to himself. His voice was fractured with despair. His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground. No matter how hard he tried, he could not understand how everything he had built with such effort, the forces he cultivated himself, could turn against him all at once.

He has tasted the forbidden fruit, and he knows that he will want to taste it again. He is weak, he knows. Weak and sinful and unworthy of his calling. But even as he berates himself, he can't help but think of Paul's touch, of the pleasure he found in that sinful act. And he knows that no matter how hard he tries to resist, he will always be tempted by the devil in the form of a beautiful man.

He hears it, oh, he hears it, because the chuckle that escapes him is low and rich and cruelly amused. “Stop fighting what you want, baby girl,” he whispers. “Just come to bed with me.” Yes. The devil himself. Who else could tempt a sane woman, a woman desperate to do right, and drag her down into sin with nothing more than words? His voice isn’t merely temptation. It is temptation incarnate. I manage to force words past the chaos trembling on my tongue. “Please… I can’t… I can’t do this. My sister—she’s going to be back in a few minutes and I—”

When did her cheekbones move so high up her face? When did she change this much? I touch my face, feeling my fingertips digging into my cheek. I feel it, yet the touch feels so foreign. I feel foreign. The temptation to crawl back into bed gets stronger. It’s like the comfy mattress is calling out to me like a seductress, whispering to forget everything and just rest. I turn away from the mirror and step into the shower, making the water as hot as I could. I really wish I could answer its call.