Sacred Sins; A Dark Erotica Tale
"Cum now, princess." Zeke ordered as he flicked open the lock on the cock cage around Eli's cock and his body convulsed as the long-denied orgasm tore through him.
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“I need you to—fuck—I need you to hurt me.”
There. The silence came. Not shameful. Not violent. Just truth.
Zeke ripped the shirt from Eli’s back. calculated. His belt snapped once. Eli flinched, eyes wild.
“You don't get color,” Zeke said flatly. “You say red, I won't stop. And until I'm sure you're tamed, I don’t care if you beg. You wanted to feel something? You’re going to feel everything.”
The first crack of the belt made Eli jolt. The second had him gasping.
By the fifth, he was moaning.
By the seventh, he whispered Zeke’s name like a prayer.
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Two lovers. Then three. Eventually four. A relationship built on dominance, obsession, and unrestrained desire.
No contracts. No safe words. No rules—just raw, brutal fucking. A war of ownership. A battle for control. A dangerous game that turns a dominant into a trembling switch under the right hands.
What happens when a dominant with a submissive lover becomes the fixation of another dominant—one with darkness in his veins and sadism in his smile?
What happens when the confident, untouchable dom unravels, his hidden masochism dragged to the surface by the only man ruthless enough to tame him?
What happens when a discarded, shame-soaked nymph, branded an abomination by her family, falls into the hands of three lovers who have no intention of letting her go—who will worship, ruin her, and show her that her hunger isn't sin... it's survival?
A twisted journey of control, obsession, and raw desire—unfolding across three sinful tales:
Loved in the Dark. Fucked into Obedience. Seduction and Sin.
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Chapter: Fucked into Obedience: Chapter 23Zeke’s eyes shifted from Eli to Damien, and for a moment, the full force of his presence turned onto the younger man.It was like a physical weight pressing down—a quiet, consuming intensity that made Damien’s breath stutter. Zeke didn’t even touch him, yet his gaze stripped him bare, like he could read every secret thought, every hidden craving, every inch of submission Damien tried to keep tucked away.It lasted seconds… but it was enough.Damien’s cheeks flushed, his legs subtly shifting under the table as he glanced down, breaking the gaze. Zeke chuckled softly, the sound low and pleased—he’d gotten his reaction, and he was satisfied.“Relax, sweetheart,” Zeke said smoothly, gesturing to the couch. “Sit down.”Eli remained rooted in place, tense, jaw clenched.Zeke poured two glasses of juice, sliding one across to Damien with a teasing smile. “Hydrate,” he added, eyes glinting with something unreadable.Damien accepted it with a small laugh, eager for the distraction. “Thank
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Chapter: Fucked into Obedience: Chapter 22The door clicked softly behind Zeke, the lingering scent of musk and control still hanging in the air like smoke.For a beat, the office was silent—thick, charged, suffocating.Eli pulled Damien against him—watched the slight part of Damien's lips, the glassy sheen to his eyes, the pulse fluttering wildly at his throat.Damien moaned as Eli parted his legs with his thigh and pressed it to his semi erect shaft that Zeke had left hangingEverything inside Eli burned.Burned with the humiliation of submission, the searing memory of Zeke’s grip on his body—the control stripped from him in front of Damien… and the shameful, undeniable part of him that wanted it.But more than that… the possessiveness curled in Eli's chest like a beast unchained.Without a word, Eli kissed Damien possessively — the one person or situation he can control.Damien's breath hitched, pupils dilating as Eli pulled back from the kiss, hands gripping the edge of the desk Damien sat on, effectively caging h
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Chapter: Fucked into Obedience: Chapter 21The apartment was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city beyond the windows. The dinner dishes were forgotten in the sink, the television muted in the background. Eli sat on the couch, legs stretched out, Damien curled beside him, head resting on Eli’s chest.It should have been peaceful.But the silence was heavy, thick with the words they hadn't spoken all week.Damien’s fingers traced lazy patterns along Eli’s ribs, his eyes distant, lost in thought.“You’re thinking about him,” Eli said, voice low, unreadable.Damien’s hand stilled, his body tensing for a breath before he nodded. “Aren’t you?”Eli didn’t answer right away. His jaw flexed, his gaze fixed on the darkened television screen like it held answers. “He… gets under my skin.”Damien shifted, lifting his head, watching Eli with quiet intensity. “It’s more than that.”Eli’s lips pressed together, his eyes flicking to Damien’s. “I hate how my body responds to him,” he admitted, his voice rough, begrudging. “It’s li
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Chapter: Fucked into Obedience: Chapter 20The conference room buzzed with quiet chatter and the rustle of papers as employees filed in, taking their seats around the long mahogany table. Eli sat beside Damien, trying to appear composed, but his insides churned with unrest. His leg bounced relentlessly beneath the table, a nervous habit he couldn’t seem to rein in.Beside him, Damien gave him a curious glance, one hand lightly brushing his wrist in silent question, but Eli barely registered it. His eyes stayed fixed on the door.The announcement had come early that morning—a company-wide email sent by Zeke’s assistant, cryptic and commanding. Mandatory presence. Important updates. Executive meeting.And now… here they were. Waiting.The door opened.The room seemed to inhale collectively as Zeke strode in—confident, composed, devastatingly magnetic. He was dressed in a charcoal suit tailored to his broad, powerful frame, dark eyes scanning the room like a predator assessing his territory.Eli’s breath caught.Zeke’s gaz
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Chapter: Fucked into Obedience: Chapter 19“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Zeke growled as he ran his lips along Eli's nipple, his teeth locking around it and causing Eli to whimper.The shadows curled at the edges of Zeke's dream like smoke—thick, suffocating, intoxicating.Eli was there.Bent. Breathless. His flushed body arched beneath Zeke's hands, that rebellious mouth silenced by need, those sharp eyes wide and glassy with submission barely earned. The sight of Eli's hands tied behind his back and a ball gag locked around his mouth brought Zeke to such ecstasy he's never had. His hand rubbed Eli's ass staking claim on him. He spreads Eli's legs, exposing his ass hole. Zeke pressed his thumb to the tantalizing entrance staring right at him as he poked his index finger at the entrance. He dropped kisses on Eli's ass while he pushed his finger further until Eli arched his back. He pulled out his finger causing a whine from Eli. Zeke brought his palm harshly onto Eli's bottom repeatedly, Eli's moans became louder and desperate eve
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Chapter: Loved in the Dark: Chapter 18The moment they reached the car park, Eli’s hand was like a vice around Damien’s wrist, pulling him towards the black Jeep. The usual teasing spark in Eli’s eyes was gone — replaced by something tight, restrained, almost… haunted.Damien barely managed to buckle in before Eli slammed the door shut and exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for hours. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw locked so tight Damien thought it might crack.“Eli…” Damien’s voice was gentle, worried now. “What happened?”Instead of answering, Eli leaned his seat back, giving Damien space — and that, more than anything, made Damien’s heart twist. Eli never avoided his touch. Never made space between them. Unless…Damien was already unbuckling his seatbelt, scrambling into Eli’s lap, straddling him in the driver’s seat. The confined space of the Jeep made it clumsy, but he didn’t care. His arms wrapped around Eli’s neck, pressing their foreheads together, grounding him.“Talk to me.”F
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Tainted Desires; Demons. Darkness. Damnation
He was born in blood, forged in betrayal, and crowned in darkness. She was broken, discarded, and ready to disappear. But when Kane Salvatore, the demon of Beltforte Dominia, drags Castelle Quinn back from the edge, their collision sparks a war. In his arms, she finds her prayers answered—brutal salvation. At her side, he finds freedom from his curse—the peace his demons never let him taste. For Castelle her heart craves darkness, and the demon—Kane— tastes like salvation.
Together, they will burn the world that tried to destroy them — and rise from the ashes, king and queen of ruin.
The only woman he has ever craved to own and possess. The Queen of his heart that satisfies his every need.
"Beautiful," he murmurs. The sight of her—bent over, wrists tied, ass raised, trembling—was a masterpiece.
He nudges her legs further apart, admiring the way she opens for him. She's on full display—raw, submissive, exquisite. He pinched her inner thighs, watching her squirm, feeding on her whimpers.
Then, he strikes.
A sharp slap directly to her swollen clit making her scream. The sound alone could make him cum.
He chuckles darkly. It unsettles her—and that’s exactly the point.
He grabbed the flogger, trailing its strands over her back, down to her legs. With a swift motion, I bring it down hard. The crack fills the room. Her body jolts, red lines blossoming instantly on her skin.
Again on her ass. Again on her clit.
She shatters.
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Chapter: Hallucination. Dreams. Realities and confessionsKane exhaled deeply, the weight in his chest still crushing despite the light in Lyra and Mason’s eyes. He stood fully, adjusting the cuff of his shirt as he pressed a button on the intercom.“Send Kareen in,” he said curtly.Moments later, Kareen entered, her usual elegance dulled by the worry still etched into her features since Castelle’s injury. Her gaze darted to the kids, then to Kane.“These two,” Kane said, motioning to Lyra and Mason, “are under our roof now. Find them a place. Something they can do that gives them purpose. A routine. A home.”Kareen’s brows lifted slightly. She hadn’t expected softness from him—but she nodded. “Of course.”Lyra and Mason both turned to Kane.“Thank you,” Lyra breathed. “Thank you so much.”“We won’t let you down,” Mason added, bowing his head.Kane waved it off. “Go. Rest. Eat something that wasn’t made in fear.”As Kareen led them away, Kane turned back to Lucien and Matteo.“Matteo,” he ordered, voice steel. “They’re yours now.
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Chapter: Sleepless KingThe lights in Kane’s private office were dim, casting long shadows against the dark wood and concrete walls. The scent of dried blood lingered faintly on his skin—a remnant of vengeance delivered. His shirt was discarded on the floor beside his desk, forgotten.Kane sat at the edge of the leather couch, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees, his head buried in his palms. His fingers dug into his scalp as if pain could replace the torment of waiting.His bare torso rose and fell with shallow, tired breaths. The tattoos inked across his chest and ribs pulsed subtly with movement—sprawling black vines and ancient demonic glyphs twisting over the firm muscle, like marks of power and curse.Lucien and Matteo stepped into the office quietly but froze at the sight before them.“Shit,” Matteo murmured.Lucien’s face tightened. “He hasn’t slept.”The overhead light flickered, catching the pronounced bags under Kane’s bloodshot eyes. His usually sharp expression was clouded, dulle
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Chapter: The Devil's Temper; A King’s FuryThe hospital wing was quiet.Too quiet.Kane moved with slow, lethal steps toward Castelle’s room, his black shirt stained with her dried blood, jaw clenched, eyes shadowed with rage and exhaustion.He reached for the door.Kareen stepped in front of it.“No.”Kane’s entire frame stiffened. “Move.”“She needs to rest, Kane. She's in a coma—emotions won't help her now.”“I said, move.”Kareen held her ground, even as her hands trembled slightly. “She doesn’t need chaos when she wakes up. Not yet. Not from you.”A deadly silence settled between them.Kane’s lips twitched in fury, his shoulders heaving. He looked like a storm wrapped in flesh, barely held back.Vincent stepped forward, hand on Kane’s arm. “Son. Take a Walk please.”Kane’s nostrils flared, but he obeyed. With one long breath, he straightened and took a step back, his eyes locked on Castelle’s unconscious form through the glass.Then his voice dropped—low, dangerous, like the strike of a blade.“You never ke
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Chapter: The Devil Claims His Own.Kane sat in the backseat of the armored SUV, Castelle curled weakly in his arms, her body trembling, blood staining the sleeves of his shirt. He held her tighter, brushing matted hair from her face as if she were porcelain on the verge of shattering completely.“Lucien,” his voice was hoarse but sharp. “Get the other two—Lyra and Mason. Bring them back. No one gets left behind.”“Yes, Boss.”“Matteo,” Kane added, not looking away from Castelle’s bruised face. “Call the syndicate doctor. Tell him I’m bringing *my woman*. She’ll need blood—make every fucking preparation now.”The estate gates flew open upon their arrival. As the SUV screeched to a halt, Kane barked, “Hospital wing. Now.”The driver didn’t need to be told twice.Inside the hospital wing of Kane’s estate, bright lights were already flickering to life. Kareen stood beside Vincent, who had just finished scrubbing in. Her hands trembled, her lips set in a trembling line.As soon as the doors opened, Kane carried Cast
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Chapter: The Devil’s Rage BrewsMeanwhile, Kane’s eyes were pure fire. “Gear up,” he told Matteo, Lucien, and four elite guards. “No one walks out unless my woman does.”At the compound, chaos stirred.The captives were tied again, weaker now. A new man strolled in, eyes hungry. He walked past Mason and Lyra—until he paused at Lyra.“Well, well,” he sneered, licking his lips.Castelle’s voice rang out. “You so much as touch her, I swear Kane Salvatore will rip you open from the inside.”The man chuckled, turning toward her. “You again, masochist?” He leaned down and grabbed her by the jaw. “I think you enjoy the pain.”“I enjoy watching animals like you burn,” she spat.He grabbed her throat, tightening until her voice cut off. “Still got a mouth, huh?”He backhanded her hard.Her head snapped sideways, cracking against the wall. Blood trickled from her temple.“CASTELLE!” Lyra screamed.She slumped.But her eyes never left him.And far, far away, the Devil was already on his way.---The convoy of m
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Chapter: A Drunk TideCastelle stormed into the lounge, ignoring the raised brows from a few lounging members of the crew. Her emotions boiled over, all the confusion, the rejection, the grief—Delilah’s madness, Kane’s cruelty. It was too much.She poured herself a glass of bourbon.Then another.Then more."Leave her be," Lucien muttered when someone moved to stop her. "She looks like she needs it."An hour passed, the bottle nearly empty.As her head lolled back against the couch, a shadow fell over her.A tall man with a trimmed beard and a crooked nose leaned in close.“Boss is waiting for you outside, Miss,” he said smoothly. “Car’s ready.”Her eyes lit up, a lazy smile playing on her lips.“Kane?” she slurred.The man nodded, helping her up.She stumbled through the hallway, waving at whoever stared, and disappeared into the night.---Castelle awoke to silence and cold.Her limbs screamed in protest. Her mouth was dry. Her head pounded. And… she couldn’t move.Her arms were tied t
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