My Temptation Novels & Stories

I said, forcing myself to sit up. “Agreed, we rest tonight and tomorrow we trek through night and day to get us through the thickest parts of the forest. I’ve heard some crazy things about this place. Temptation forest is exactly that, a complete temptation. Built to trick you into straying from your path to indulge in your deepest fears and desires.” My stomach twisted in knots as I stared at the trees. They stood still, not a single branch moving, no birds singing, no wildlife at all actually. And something about that was extremely unsettling.

A pleasurable gasp escaped my throat, as I felt his hot tongue on my already hard nipples. I dug my nails into his hair, arching my back to let him have more access. He sucked them tenderly, his tongue moving quickly across them. I couldn't take it anymore. My body was trembling and my knees shaking. Just when my legs couldn't carry my weight and I was about to collapse, Alex caught me and gently carried to the bed. He lay me down and slowly began to unclad me, ripping my delicate sundress bit by bit. My body betrayed me as every part trembled slightly with his touch.

When she asked if he had any questions, he leaned forward as far as the chains allowed. “Do you ever get tempted, Sister? Living behind walls, surrounded by rules… does the devil ever whisper to you about what you’re missing?” Claire’s fingers tightened on her rosary. “Temptation is part of the human condition. We resist through prayer.” Marcus’s smile deepened. “And if the temptation feels… divine? What then?” She left that day unsettled, her pulse racing in a way that had nothing to do with fear. The second visit was worse. Or better. She wasn’t sure anymore.

"Captain, I need a warrant. Fast. Victoria Holt. Theo Holt. Sarah, last name pending. Extortion, blackmail, wire fraud, and conspiracy to defame. We're crashing a gala tonight." The pieces were moving. All converging on one glittering ballroom. Where smiles would hide knives. And one family's truth would either save them or destroy them forever.

(His POV) Temptation doesn’t always announce itself as betrayal. Sometimes it shows up as understanding. As ease. As a conversation that doesn’t require scheduling across time zones or negotiating emotional bandwidth. It arrives dressed as relief and asks nothing more than your attention. I met Lena on a Thursday. Not deliberately. Not with intention. She sat beside me in a late seminar, borrowed my notes when she arrived late, and thanked me with a smile that felt effortless. “Sorry,” she said. “I got lost.”

"I've tried. Every night, I've tried to pray you out of my head. Every morning, I've begged God to take this temptation from me." "Did He?" "You know He didn't." His hand reached up, cupping my face as he used his thumb to race my jaw lightly. "You're the only prayer I can't stop saying." My heart slammed against my ribs, and I lean into his touch, closing my eyes. "I've wanted you since the first time you confessed," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "Every fantasy you described, I pictured myself there. And every sin you confessed, I wanted to commit."

HOLY SINNER FATHER BRIAN~~ I had always believed myself to be a man of unshaken principles. Years of devotion, prayer and unwavering faith had built a fortress around my soul. One that temptation could not penetrate. Until she came. She stepped into the church like she belonged there, yet everything about her screamed that she didn't. A red dress, indecently tight, hugging every sinful curve. Her lips were painted the color of temptation, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor, her hips swaying, head held high, exuding confidence that made her stand out like a flame in the dark.

No matter what I do, he never gives in to temptation. Since when did he gave in to you? Back when you two were still friends, he treated you with fucking respect. He was a gentleman compared to the men I dealt with. He did not even want to touch my breast when I put them on my chest. Instead of being grateful, he got angry at me while saying that’s not how I should let others handle me. He said that I should respect my body so that others will follow. “I will do that, Mommy.”

I walked close to him and knelt down. He smirked as he pulled my head and pressed his dick to my mouth. “Open wide, B. You and I know you love to suck my dick more than you want to admit.” I opened my mouth and sucked his cockhead, tasting the precum and he groaned. “Fuck, Father. That feels so good. I watched you on that pulpit, preaching about temptation,” He grabbed my chin and made me look at him. “The truth Baron, is that you're my temptation. My ruin.”

If thinking like this means going to hell, then I would gladly accept the offer, if it means to be with him and in his arms, with my legs and hands wrapped around him while he sucked the life out of me and devoured me whole. Such a sinful thought and I'm falling for the temptations that my body is craving for, and I don't want to fight with that 'Falling Temptations'. I want to be engulfed in it. He then moved his hand that was holding my head to roam around my neck, moving down to my bare back before taking a turn towards my shoulder and at that moment, I wished that there was no towel that would stop his hands tracing my body. I wished he would rip that towel off my body even though my san