SIN FOR ME, VIRGIN NUN
WARNING: This story features hardcore taboo, graphic content, age-gap erotica, irresistible steam and mature subject matter suitable for readers 18 years and older. Reader discretion is advised.
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“What happens when a girl in black-and-white sacred garment gets tainted with forbidden colors of sin? When the pure angel falls, not into darkness—but into desire?
Sister Celeste Williams, an innocent orphan of st. Augustine cathedral. Devoted to her faith, she’s the epitome of purity, discipline, and unwavering devotion. A life of prayer and service is all she has ever known, her heart untouched by temptation or worldly desires—until him.
Christian Adam, the irresistibly Sex God mafia Don was everything she swore to resist—powerful, ruthless and dangerously tempting. With his piercing gaze that burns through her resolve and a touch that makes her question her vows, he became her greatest sin… and her deepest craving.
He fell first, but she fell harder—straight into a love so sinful it feels like salvation.
Now, torn between her faith and a forbidden desire; Celeste must face the ultimate decision: forever devote and remain a saint… or surrender to the devil in tailored-suit who owns her soul.
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Chapter: THE END OF IT ALLChapter 178Celeste's POV:Time softened things in ways I hadn’t believed it could.We left Amalfi quietly, without much fanfare and with no looking back. The island had given us beauty and terror in equal measure, and when Christian suggested we go back home, I didn’t argue. I was too tired for ghosts. Too heavy with life to keep running from shadows. And it was like something followed us anywhere we went anyway.By the time we settled back into the house, my body had changed completely. My belly was round and undeniable now, a constant presence that pulled at my spine and reminded me, every time I shifted, that something new was growing inside me. I moved slower. I slept more. Some days my back ached so badly I had to grip the bannister just to make it up the stairs. Other days, I felt strangely light, almost buoyant, like my body knew it was doing exactly what it was meant to do.Christian watched me constantly. Not in the suffocating way he used to watch threats, but in a quieter,
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Chapter: AftermathChapter 177Celeste's POV:Weeks had passed since Seraphina came home, yet time still felt distorted, stretched thin and fragile, as though the world might tear again if I moved too fast.I hadn’t left her side. Not once.I slept when she slept, ate only when Christian practically begged me to, and showered only when one of the nurses Christian hired insisted on holding her for me. Even then, I rushed, heart pounding the entire time, afraid that if I looked away for even a moment, something terrible would happen again. I couldn't fathom walking out of the bathroom and seeing another employee of mine laid on the floor, blood spilt around their body.Fear had settled into my bones. The house was quieter than it had ever been, despite the constant movement of guards outside. Footsteps echoed softly through hallways that once felt warm and alive. Cameras blinked red from every corner. Metal gates stood closed where open archways used to welcome the sea breeze.Christian had tripled securi
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Chapter: Safe and SoundChapter 176Christian's POV:The moment Seraphina was back in Celeste’s arms, something inside me unlocked. I didn’t collapse, I didn’t cry, I didn’t rage, I just went cold. That was always the most dangerous version of me.I turned away from Celeste only after I was sure Seraphina was breathing steadily, her tiny fingers curled into the fabric of Celeste’s coat, her cries reduced to soft hiccups. Matteo stood close, watchful, with blood on his sleeve where Astrid’s bullet had grazed him. His jaw was set, waiting.“Astrid, you're going to regret ever daring to harm my daughter,” I said calmly, my voice carrying across the dock. “An arrest would be the least of your problems.”She looked up at me from where she knelt, mascara streaked, eyes glassy and unhinged. “You don’t get to—”“I do,” I interrupted. “Under Amalfi law. The only thing keeping you alive, by the way, is my patience, which you exhausted days ago.”Men moved in immediately. Weapons trained. Shackles ready.Astrid laughed
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Chapter: ReunionChapter 175Celeste's POV:“I carried her. I gave birth to her. I will not let another woman decide whether she lives or dies.”Tears slipped down my cheeks, but I didn’t wipe them away. “If Astrid wants me, then she gets me. But she does not harm my child.”Christian’s jaw trembled. I knew that look; he was losing the battle. Finally, he pulled me into his arms again, burying his face in my hair.“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.”“For what?” I asked.“For bringing you into a life where monsters don’t stay buried.”I held him tighter. “Then take me to the monster.”He lifted his head, eyes dark with resolve and fear. “We do this my way,” he said. “You don’t say a word unless I tell you to. You don’t move unless I tell you to.”“I don’t care how we do it,” I said. “Just take me to my daughter.”He nodded once, sharply, like a man sealing his own fate.“Get dressed,” he said. “We’re going to the docks.”__________________________________The smell of salt hit me first. Sharp, w
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Chapter: AliveChapter 174Celeste's POV:I knew something was wrong the moment Christian ended the call.He didn’t speak right away. He didn’t move either. He just stood there, phone still pressed to his ear even after the line had gone dead, his shoulders rigid, his face carved into something grim and unrecognisable.“Christian?” My voice sounded small and fragile, like it didn’t belong to me. “Did Matteo find something?”He lowered the phone slowly and turned to face me. I had never seen that look on him before. Not even during Damian. Not even when he’d thought he lost me.This was worse.“It’s Astrid,” he said.The room tilted. For a split second, I couldn’t breathe. Then rage, hot, blinding and feral, flooded my veins so violently it felt like my bones were burning from the inside out.Astrid.Of course it was her.The name alone dragged me backward through memories I had spent months trying to bury. I saw myself in white convent halls, whispers trailing behind me like smoke. I saw my hands sh
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Chapter: MousetrapChapter 173Astrid's POV:I had always known this would end on the sea.Not because I was romantic enough to believe in fate, but because water erased things. Tracks. Blood. People. It swallowed evidence whole and kept secrets better than any man alive. Amalfi had started to feel too small, too watched, its beauty turning sharp at the edges like glass under my skin. Every hour Christian tightened his grip on the island, and every hour I felt the walls closing in.John came back just before dawn.I was sitting on the edge of the bed, Seraphina finally asleep in the crook of my arm after hours of crying herself hoarse. My head throbbed, my nerves stretched so thin they felt like exposed wire. I looked up the moment the door opened, reading his face the way I always did, searching for failure before he spoke.He shut the door softly behind him. “I found two.”“Two?” I echoed, my voice flat.“A father and a son,” he said. “The father owns a fishing boat. Old. It's a locals-only kind of th
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