The Art Of Seduction

Atlas

I watch my wife get ready for her stage appearance. She's the love of my life, my world.

I chuckle and shake my head. "I have it on good authority that he's obsessed with you and will continue to DM you perverted shit."

"Is that so?" She laughs. "Maybe I should start giving him private shows."

I nod. "I think he'd like that." I wrap my hand around her waist and pull her closer. "Moment of honesty... I've always hated the way everyone looks at you on stage." I lower my lips to hers, smearing her lipstick with a kiss. "I never interfered because I have the utmost respect for you, my love, but I always wanted everyone to know that you're mine."

She lifts her hand to my face and cups my cheek. "I'm relatively certain that my wedding ring is visible even to those sitting in the back rows."

I smirk as I pull her dress up until I've got it bunched around her hips. "It's not enough, darling." I lift her on top of her dressing table and spread her legs. "As every man stares at you, I want to make sure that your thoughts are only on me."

She grins at me when I trail a finger up her thigh. "No fucking panties again," I growl.

Lydia giggles and buries a hand through my hair. "Atlas," she says, her voice husky. "When you're in the room, other men just fade away. You've always been the only one for me.

"Atlas," she groans. "I need you closer tonight."

I smile as I kiss her stomach, and then her hipbone, slowly making my way up, until I reach her breasts. "Yeah? Tell me what you want, Lydiq."

"I want you to fuck me, Atlas. I need you to take me hard and rough. Make it impossible for me to think of anything else."

I smile as I take her nipple into my mouth and suck down on it. Her words are like fucking music to my ears.

I move up higher and press my cock against her. Lydia lifts her hips in an attempt to get me to slide in, and I chuckle. "You want my cock that badly, baby?"

She nods, her hands threading through my hair. I push in slowly, enjoying the way her lips fall open, the way ecstasy overtakes her gaze. "Atlas," she moans, before wrapping a hand over her lips.

"Nah," I whisper. "I'm not having any of that. I'll make you scream my name tonight, baby."

She shakes her head, and I chuckle. Even now, she's taking into account other people's feelings. No. Fuck that.

I pull almost out and smirk at her as I thrust into her, hard, the way she likes it. She moans against her hand as her bed hits the wall, and I can't get enough. I watch her closely as I do it all over again, loving the way she tries to stay in control of her pleasure and fails.

"You know what?" I murmur, pulling out of her. She whimpers, and I laugh as I turn her over. "Get on that bed, on your hands and knees for me, gorgeous." She does as I ask, and I lean in, enjoying the way her pussy is on display for me. "I've always wanted you this way," I groan, right before I place my hands on her ass, kneading softly. I lower my lips and taste her, my tongue lapping at her, teasing her clit. The way she moans is fucking magical. I smirk as I push two fingers into her while I continue to torture her clit, enjoying the way her moans get louder when I find her g-spot. I'm making it my mission to erase every single bad memory she's got. When she walks into this room, I want her to remember the way I made her pant my name, and nothing else.

Lydia's moans come quicker, louder, and I increase my pace, sucking down on her clit when I've got her at the edge. That does it for her, and she comes all over my tongue, my name on her lips.

I pull away and rise to my feet before I lift her into my arms. I push her against the wall, and she wraps her legs around me. "I need you, Lydia," I tell her as I guide my cock into her pussy.

I thrust into her hard, the sounds we're making disturbing the silence in her quiet room. "Oh God, Atlas," she moans as she tightens her legs around my waist.

I hold on to her hips tightly as I fuck her hard, fast, making her take all of me.

"It's too deep," she pants.

"No," I tell her. "You can take it, baby. Look at how well you're taking my cock."

"Oh God," she whispers, her head falling back.

I smirk and lean in, kissing her exposed neck, earning myself another moan from her. I suck down on her neck, leaving a small mark.

"When you moan like that, I can't hold it, baby. You drive me fucking insane."

sire in her eyes, the way her lips are slightly parted, her pupils dilated. "You're the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen, and I will never get enough of you."

"Atlas," she groans, and I fuck her harder, taking her roughly, without mercy, without any regard for the noise we're making. The angle I'm taking her at has me rubbing against her g-spot, and the way she's moaning for me tells me I've got her close.

"I love you," I whisper. "I fucking love you with all I am, Lydia."

She looks into my eyes with so much love in her expression that I can barely take it. "I love you more, Atlas."

"Fuck," I groan, unable to take it for even a moment longer. I come deep inside her, my forehead dropping against her. "I'm not done with you," I warn her. "There's no fucking way I'll let you fall asleep when we get home tonight."

Hailey

Don't fuck your enemies, because they're enemies. That's incorrect. Don't fuck your enemies because they may turn out to be the best fuck you've ever had. Only if I had listened.

I stare at the handsome man in front of me, someone I've spent so long hating. And all I can think about is his body against mine.

He shakes his head. "No, it wouldn't, and you know it. Let me take you to my bed and I'll show you exactly how much of a mistake it wouldn't be."

I open my mouth but no words come out. All I can focus on are his strong fingers flexing on my hips. How good they felt two nights ago when he touched me. How much I wanted him to carry on before he stopped.

My core contracts, flooding my pussy with heat and making me suck in a stuttered breath.

Dante narrows his eyes at me. "Okay, pretty girl. I'll make you a deal."

"What deal?" I breathe out the words.

"Look at the clock on the wall behind me, and if I can't make you come in two minutes, then you can go to your bed and I'll go to mine. But if I do make you come, then you spend the night with me. What do you say?" I glare at my annoying roommate, all I can wonder is how we got here

I lick my lips, staring at him. I'm already wet. But under two minutes? There's no way he could pull that off. I've never had anyone make me come that easily. Not even guys I was really into. And I don't even like Dante, so I can hold out, right?

Besides, every cell in my body is vibrating with sexual energy. I want his hands on me. I want his fingers inside me. Just this once. Just to relieve this constant aching need in my pussy. Just once.

"Okay, but when you don't get the job done in two minutes, you don't get to leave me hanging," I say with a tilt of my head.

He smirks, full of confidence and arrogance. "I'll make you come no matter how long it takes. I promise."

"Okay," I whisper.

What the hell are you doing, Hailey?

"Eyes on the clock, baby," he orders. "I trust you'll be honest about the time."

"Of course," I insist, my eyes now trained on the clock behind him, watching the second-hand tick around.

"Then start timing me," he growls.

It takes him exactly two seconds to get his hand inside my panties. I place my hands on the counter on either side of me to keep myself steady as he slides his fingers through my folds.

"So wet already," he says with a wicked grin.

"You have one minute and fifty seconds," I tell him as the clock goes on ticking.

"Plenty of time," he growls as he starts to rub the pads of his middle and pointer fingers over and around my swollen clit with the perfect amount of pressure.

Pleasure skitters around my body.

He presses his lips against my ear. "Oh, you like that, don't you, darling?"

"Yes," I breathe, my knuckles turning white as my grip on the counter gets firmer. He's still not going to do this in under two minutes though.

But then he starts kissing my neck. Trailing his lips and teeth over my sensitive skin as he dips his hand further into my panties, pulling them down as he works his entire hand between my thighs and forces me to spread my legs wider apart.

One minute, thirty-two seconds left.

"You like this more though, right?" he whispers as he slides a finger inside me.

Fuck yes, I do!

He eases it in and out of me, and I bite my lip to stop from screaming his name and begging him for more. I'm not giving him any pointers.

One minute, nine seconds.

Though, he doesn't need any help. A few seconds later, he adds a second finger and my pussy coats him with slick heat as she practically purrs his name.

"Fuck, Hailey, you're so tight," he growls. "How long has it been?"

"A long time," I whimper.

"Yeah?" he growls as he drives deeper until he hits my G-spot and starts to massage it with his skilled fingers.

Holy mother of fucking-. Fifty-two seconds.

"Yes," I moan as I wrap my arms around his neck and cling to him while he finger fucks me like he has the cheat codes to my pussy. Like he just unlocked the expert level and completely bypassed all the others.

His lips dust over the shell of my ear. "Your cunt loves my fingers. Wait until she feels my cock."

"Dante," I groan as the familiar wave of an impending orgasm starts rolling through my core. My thighs are trembling.

"Keep your eyes on the clock," he pants as I bury my face against him.

"Yeah, clock," I gasp as my head goes on spinning and my body starts to vibrate with its impending release. I look over his shoulder.

Thirty-one seconds. He's not going to do it.

He drives his fingers harder and deeper while he starts grinding the heel of his palm against my sensitive clit.

Twenty-two seconds.

"So wet. You hear that?" he growls.

And I do. I hear the sound of my arousal dripping over his fingers as he works them in and out of me.

Damn, he's going to do it. Fifteen seconds.

"You're going to come like my good little slut so I can bury my cock inside you, too, aren't you?"

"Dante," I cry out his name as my orgasm crashes into my body. He wraps one strong arm around my waist, holding me tight while he continues gently massaging my pussy as my body bucks and shudders.

My eyes roll in my head as I struggle to focus on his face. He's staring at me. His eyes blaze with fire. But then he lets me go and walks to the other side of the room. The loss of heat makes me shiver in the cool room as I come down from the most intense orgasm I think I've ever had in my life. He opens a cupboard and pulls out something before walking back to me. It's only when he's standing right in front of me again that I see what he's holding.

A condom.

"Take off your pants," he orders in his signature low-nature growl before he tears into the packet with his teeth.

"I thought we were going upstairs?" I whisper, surprised by how much the thought of him taking me to bed and continuing what he's just started makes my entire body buzz with excitement that I haven't experienced in years.

He's looking down, rolling the condom onto his cock. I mean, I knew it was big because I'd seen it beneath his clothes. I've felt it pressed against me. However, up close and quite literally in the flesh, I'm not sure how he's going to fit inside me. He looks up at me again to answer my question, his dark eyes locking on mine. "Oh, we are, baby, but I need to fuck you right now, so take off the goddamn pants."

I swallow a thick knot of anxiety that feels lodged in my throat, but I start to slide my sweatpants and panties down my thighs. What if somebody comes in here?

"Nobody will come in without knocking," he says because he seems to be able to read my freaking mind.

Before I can take my clothes all the way off, he crouches and does it for me, tossing my sweats and panties onto the floor behind him.

He wraps me in his giant, tattooed arms and lifts me onto the counter.

"This will work just fine," he groans as he positions himself between my thighs.

He mumbles something in Italian as he presses his huge cock against my opening. My thighs are trembling. My pussy is quivering. Because of our height difference, we are eye to eye for a change. He seems different like this. Looking straight at him rather than up.

"How long has it been, Hailey? Really?"

"T-two years," I mumble, feeling like an idiot. Why does he even need to know that? Does that make me less attractive to him somehow? Or more?

"I'll take this first one easy, okay?" he whispers, and the softness in his voice makes me almost burst into tears.

He doesn't wait for an answer before he edges the tip of his length inside me, stretching me wide. It burns, but it feels so damn good too.

I wrap my arms and legs around him, burying my face against his neck as he eases in deeper.

"You're so fucking tight," he hisses through clenched teeth. Then he takes hold of my legs and unwraps them from around his waist. "I need you to let me in, baby," he groans, full of frustration and impatience. He hooks his forearms under my knees, pulling my hips toward him and spreading my thighs wide open. I suppose all that Pilates paid off after all.

My heart starts beating wildly as he looks at me. So exposed and open and vulnerable. "Your cunt looks so good being stretched by my cock," he groans, and I reward him with a moan as my pussy squeezes around him.

"Just keep holding on to me," he growls as he slides a little deeper, and wet heat floods my pussy.

I cling to his neck, dragging my lips over his skin as his muscles vibrate with the effort of holding himself back. I can feel the raw power in every muscle of his body, and the fact that he's trying to be gentle makes my heart ache. This is torture. The slow-burning stretch of being filled by him is turning my brain to liquid, not to mention every other organ in my body.

It hurts, but it's not enough. I need all of him. Suddenly, I'm overcome by a desperate need to be filled by him. A burning desire to have him deep inside me, until there is no space left between us. My pussy throbs with a deep, carnal longing for his cock.

Dusting my lips over the skin of his neck, I smile as it elicits a deep growl in his throat. "I want more," I whisper.

"More?"

"For the love of God, Dante. Just fuck me," I plead, surprised at my own words because I have never, ever, begged to be fucked before. And certainly not by a man as dangerous and hateful as this one.

He curses in Italian as he drives inside me. I press my mouth against his skin, muffling my cries of pleasure tinged with pain as he fills me. I try to squeeze my thighs, but he holds me open as he slides out before driving back inside. Warmth floods my hot channel. Each time he pulls out and thrusts back in, my pussy rewards him with more slick heat.

"Oh fuck," I whimper in his ear as he groans in mine.

"You feel so fucking good. This cunt... I knew it would..." He thrusts harder, and I almost pass out as the crown of his cock rubs against something inside me that makes me scream in pleasure whilst also wanting to declare my undying devotion to him. How can a devil like him fuck like a god?

As the last tremors of my second orgasm pulse through me, Dante whispers in Italian as he grinds out his release. When he pulls out of me a few seconds later, the wet sound that echoes around the small room makes my cheeks burn with heat. He was wearing a condom, so that was all me.

He pulls the condom off and tosses it into the trashcan. I lean against the counter with my legs wobbling like Jell-O and wondering what happens now. This is an unfamiliar territory for me.

But then he grabs hold of my hand and pulls me with him as he starts walking out of the door.

"Where are we going?" I whisper.

"Bed, Hailey," he says with a wink. "I am nowhere near done with you."

Caroline

What is it about danger that's so appealing? I should have known to stay away from him, I knew he was dangerous. Hell, he told me himself. But it only drew me closer to him. He was a bright flame that called out to my desperate heart, and I didn't stop moving closer until it was too late.

When I got burnt.

Maybe it was my submissive heart, or maybe it was the romantic one trying to find a way to thrive.

His palms skimmed my legs, pushing my dress up until he found bare thigh. My skin danced with anticipation. His hands fit me so right, were the perfect roughness and the warmest heat. I suddenly didn't know what I would do if I could never feel them again.

He tugged the backs of my knees, pulling me closer until I straddled him.

Chest to chest. Heartbeat to heartbeat. My pink dress to his black dress shirt and tie. We were so different, I realized then. Big and small. Hard and soft. Demanding and docile.

We breathed each other's air for a moment

before he leaned in and ran his lips down the length of my throat. "You smell so good," he rasped. His scruff tickled my neck as he trailed downward past my collarbone and then pressed his face into my breasts. "And fuck, these tits."

I sighed, my hands running down his chest. "My friend said you only want me for my boobs."

"Not true." I felt him smile against my skin. "This too." I yelped at the sharp smack on my ass. He tugged my dress off my shoulders, baring my white strapless bra. My breasts tingled as he palmed and squeezed them through the fabric.

"My boobs and ass, then?" My words ended with a moan as he folded a cup down and ran his tongue across a nipple before sucking. My head lolled, a breathless haze overcoming me.

He cupped me between the legs. "This is also the nicest puss-"

"Knox," I cut him off, every inch of my skin warming.

He chuckled.

I loved the sound of his laugh, the way the warm timbre ghosted down my spine.

I shivered. I should hate it, but I can't.

He ran a thumb across the goosebumps on my arm. "Cold?"

I shook my head, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. "Nervous."

He unclipped the back of my bra, his eyes darkening as I straddled him topless with my dress around my waist. "Why?"

My hands slid downward, his abs tightening under my touch, to even lower. I traced his belt buckle with a finger. "I want to do something," I whispered. The insinuation that I wanted to please him, to taste him, was heavy and thick in the air.

His gaze immediately flicked to my face. Nerves danced in my veins as I began to undo his belt. He tensed. I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his dress shirt and my lips to his neck. God, he smelled so good it made me dizzy. I nuzzled him, trying to soak it all up.

His hand cupped the back of my head, sliding downward to my nape. "Why would that make you nervous?"

I swallowed. "Because I haven't done it before."

I tried to slide backwards to my knees in front of the couch, but he suddenly grabbed me by a fistful of hair. His gaze swam with turmoil and disbelief.

"You're lying." His voice was sharp.

I laughed weakly, though in truth his words pierced my chest. "I'm sure you'll find out soon enough that I'm not." I was so nervous it vibrated beneath my skin. My hands were clammy, and I fought not to wipe them on my dress. Like an idiot, I wondered how many blowjobs this man had gotten and from how many experienced women.

I tried to pull away again, but his grip only tightened. He watched me with a tension that radiated from his gaze. I swallowed as awareness settled between us. Keeping his stare, I slipped the ring off and let it fall from my fingers. His fist loosened, and I slid to the floor.

He stretched out like he was getting comfortable like a woman on her knees at his feet was a daily routine. God, this man. He never made anything easy.

I unbuttoned his pants, and the sound of the zipper sent a seductive echo through the room. He rested his elbow on the armrest and watched me.

I hesitated. I knew I couldn't do this with perfection, and I wished I'd had more practice so I could. He certainly knew what he was doing in the oral department, and I was scared I'd be a disappointment.

"You gonna stare at my crotch all day or take it out?"

He looked like a king sitting there, demanding and impatient. However, I believed he was close to unravelling because of a tightness in his shoulders and the tension passing through his eyes.

My hands trembled as I pulled his briefs down and wrapped my fingers around his erection. How was I going to get this thing in my mouth? Even though a part of me was apprehensive, an unexpected tenacity demanded I try. He was so smooth and warm.

Hard and thick. He felt so good inside me, and I wanted to thank him for it. I leaned in and rubbed his erection across my cheek.

His thighs spread further, a hand running across his mouth while the other clamped into a fist on the armrest.

My mouth watered as I rubbed my face, my lips, all over him. I drew my tongue out and licked him like an experiment. I did it again, all the way from the base to the top. His stomach tightened, a quiet groan escaping him. His reaction was so hot that a hum of satisfaction travelled up my throat as I gave him little licks everywhere, not missing a spot.

"Quit playing with it," he said harshly.

Jeez, he was moody about his blowjobs.

I shot him a narrowed gaze. "Suck," he demanded.

"Someone's bossy," In an unhealthy way, his bossy tone sent a warm wave between my legs. I obeyed, running my tongue around the head before sucking it into my mouth.

His head fell back with a "Fuck, that's it."

My breasts rubbed against his thighs, and sparks of pleasure fluttered through me. I sucked him again, taking more in my mouth and gliding up and down.

"Just like that," he hissed, his hand grabbing a fistful of my hair. He moved my head, controlling the rhythm. Up and down, and deeper into my mouth every time. "Look at me," he ordered roughly. My gaze flicked to him. "Fuck," he muttered.

When he pushed himself deep enough it hit the back of my throat, I gagged and my eyes watered. With a groan, he pulled me away from him. His breaths came out heavy as he rested his head against the couch and watched me with a half-lidded gaze.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Gonna come," was all he said.

My brows pulled together. "That was quick."

I meant it as I wasn't ready to be done, but as soon as I said it I realized it sounded like he was a two-pump chump.

He let out a laugh. "I'm going to fuck you hard for that."

Oh shit.

His gaze burned hot and lazy. "Take it all off and come here."

I stood and slipped my dress and thong down my legs. As soon as I straddled him, his mouth latched onto my breast. Fever consumed me, a shot pouring straight into my bloodstream. He touched me, rough and urgent, and it only fed the fire.

My hands buried in his hair as he sucked and

nipped on my breasts, on my throat and neck. He squeezed and smacked my ass, grinding me against his erection.

"Stand up," he rasped. He barely got the words out before he jerked me upward and then pulled me down on his face. I groaned, bracing a thigh on the back of the couch and a hand on his shoulder. He sucked and licked while I rolled my hips against his mouth. My skin burned. Pressure built and built.

"So close," I moaned.

I gripped a fistful of his hair right before the release shot through me, buckling my legs and stealing my breath. I slid to his lap, gasping for air. Before I realized his intentions, he grabbed my hips and slammed inside of me.

I choked as pain spread through me. "Knox, I'm so sore."

His hands gentled on me. "Fuck, baby, I'm sorry." He leaned forward and captured my top lip between his, kissing me with a sweet pull.

Unease poured into my bloodstream; warm as whiskey neat, yet as cold as ice. He was deep inside of me, so deep it stung, but all I could focus on was how my mouth tingled where he'd kissed me. I licked my lips, and his gaze darkened as he followed the motion. I could taste a hint of myself, but not enough of him.

The air stilled. Indecision shook in my hands. My heartbeats danced, warmed, and pulsed like they were finally alive.

I couldn't stop myself.

A tremor ran through me as I leaned forward, close enough that our breaths intermixed. And then closer until my mouth brushed his. So soft, so him, so mine. When he parted his lips,

I pressed mine to his and slid my tongue inside. A groan came from deep in his chest, his hands tightening on my hips.

I pulled back, trying to catch my breath. But before I caught it, I leaned in and kissed him again. Lazy and wet, I licked inside his mouth. His hand cupped the back of my head, and he sucked on my tongue. I moaned, my fingers running down his tie. The next kiss was rough, with a scrape of his teeth before easing into a wet slide. My blood drummed in my ears, rushed through my veins, and incinerated like fuel and flame.

I was so full of him, and with his mouth on mine, I felt overwhelmed. Complete. Consumed. And I never wanted to come up for air.

He tried to slow the kiss, but I didn't want to stop. Couldn't.

I pressed my mouth to his, gave his top lip a gentle lick, and stole his breath straight from his lungs. He tasted so good. Like me, and warm vanilla whiskey.

He nipped my bottom lip, telling me enough.

I rolled my hips, slow and lazy at first. The soreness was like standing near a fire that was a bit too hot but you'd die without its warmth. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed my face into his neck.

A shiver rolled through me, pressure and heat sparking as I ground my clit against his pelvis. His hands ran down my back, gripping my ass and pulling me harder against him. I was only rubbing myself against him, not fucking him yet, but he didn't seem to mind.

The sensation of him deep and still inside of me drove me to the edge. An mmm sound escaped me as I rose an inch and then slid back down.

"Fuck, those noises." He captured the next one in his mouth. His palms ran to my ribs, spanning my waist. A shudder rolled under his skin as I began to slowly move up and down.

Rough hands held me tightly.

Teeth nipped my jaw.

Lips ran up my neck before pressing to my ear.

"You gonna threaten to leave me again?" he asks referring to our fight.

I shook my head.

"Because you're mine?"

"Yes," I breathed.

He groaned from his throat before grabbing the back of my neck and kissing me hard. Wet and messy. Wild and rough. And then slow, wet glides and licks, like he was trying to taste every inch of my mouth. Warmth spilled into my chest and spread outward.

He let me get used to fucking him before his hands started moving me up and down.

Sweet, hot pressure began to build. I moaned in his mouth. He kissed me and kissed me until I couldn't breathe anything but him.

When his head lowered and he sucked a nipple into his mouth, the pressure boiled over. A shudder shook me as pleasure burst and finally dissipated. My breath came out heavy and erratic, my forehead resting on his.

His body tensed, and his hands tightened on my waist as he rocked me.

"Ask me to come inside you."

"Please come inside me," I sighed against his lips.

"Fuckkk!" He groans as he presses his face against my throat, lets out another masculine groan that sends goosebumps down my body, and bites my neck hard enough it would leave a mark.

I sat there with my arms around his shoulders, my breath fanning his throat. His presence soaked through my skin with each inhale. His touch and taste and smell sank so deep