Seduction Game Novels & Stories

she leaned forward towards him and tilt her head, her breath fanning his neck. "Hey...I'm selene....and I wanna make you cum''

“Is this still about seduction, or are we crossing into serious territory?” “Why can’t it be both?” I reached out to adjust the straps on her shoulders, my fingers brushing against her skin, and she shivered. “Seduction is just a way of being honest while adding a spark. I’m being honest about what I want—you, confident, dangerous, brilliant. And I want you to feel that about yourself.” “That’s a risky game,” she whispered. “I know.” I stepped back before I lost control. “But you enjoy taking risks. Let’s make sure you’re dressed for them.”

I walked toward them, each step a deliberate sway of my hips. “Last time, I was…indisposed,” I said, stopping just before Knox. I reached out and traced a finger down the center of his tense chest. He shuddered under my touch. “This time, I want to play a game. My game. And I want you all to play along.” Dante’s eyes were practically black. “What kind of game?” I looked at each of them, a slow, wicked grin spreading across my face. “A game of trust. And sensation. And frustration.” I stepped back, pointing to three spots on the floor in front of my bed. “Kneel. All of you.”

A tall glass quickly sloshed to be filled with lemonade and landed with a thud in front of him. He looked up, glaring at Sarah before snatching the glass and taking a sip out of it. This has been a routine for Sarah. She would always be prepared with a big jug of lemonade on most Sunday mornings because all of them would be having a terrible hangover and had developed a recent habit of cocooning somewhere in her house. “Seduction is not only limited to women. A man can entice a woman too” his sharp gaze drilled into her eyes, mumbling teasing words. Cold air swept through her body as she stiffened her back with eyes flustering on the tabletop.

With only one movement, Dennis removed his penis from his underwear, and he was already absurdly erect, waiting. My vaginal lips contracted and moistened even more with that vision, even more at the angle I was. The man was a spectacle. In every sense of that word. He could have prevented me from advancing to his lap, like that pet we acted so much when we were alone, and that would have driven me crazy. It was all a game. A seduction without rules, but with respect. Something mutual. Which we never need to establish in advance. He simply understood my needs. And I was always ready to please him. Honestly, I didn't even know how that idiot was losing me so easily.

"Then, why do you resist looking at me?" Elvin didn't say anything. The darkness and her sultry voice were doing things to him that he found himself hard beneath the sheet. "Let's play a game," Eve said. Elvin didn't say a thing. "I'm going to send my hands between your legs," Eve said, "and if I find you hard, you're going to ride me." Nice one. On a normal day, before she traces her fingers down to his thigh, he would already be hard. But this game, he had very well lost it, and this beautiful night, he saw himself riding her.

A fake marriage to a woman he never touched. I was the revenge I thought I was taking. I seduced him to hurt her, but he was never hers to begin with. I was just… convenient. A shiny distraction. A way to feel something in a life he’d locked down tight. My chest heaves. Tears burn hot tracks down my face. I seduced him to hurt her. I played the game. I won. Except I didn’t. I fell. Hard. Stupid. Real. And he was never even playing the same board.

God, please… don’t let me embarrass myself. He raised his glass, watching me over the rim as he took a slow sip. The faint clink as he set it back down made me flinch. Then, leaning forward, his gaze locked onto mine with unsettling intensity. “I want us to make a deal,” he said, voice low but firm. My head snapped up, confusion flashing across my face. A deal? With me? “Sir, I… I don’t understand.” My voice came out smaller than I intended. The corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing smile. “Tell me,” he asked, his tone deceptively casual, “what kind of man do you want to marry?”

For someone who had almost lost her life—and knew he was responsible for her near-death experience—here she was, playing a dangerous game of seduction. "Are you sure you want to play this game?" She tilted her head. "What game?" In one swift motion, Pierce's arm snaked around her waist, yanking her down. She let out a small gasp as she tumbled against his chest, her body flush against his. Their breathing grew ragged, the air between them charged. The warmth of their bodies mingling. Pierce's voice was rough when he finally spoke. "This game."