THE TASTE OF SIN (Short stories)

Nicole I opened my mouth to answer, to tell him something, anything. But no words came out of my throat, not a single coherent syllable. Only a broken, choked, and shameful moan escaped. Devian didn’t need any more answer than that. His hand, already buried deep beneath my underwear, didn’t stop for a second. On the contrary, he increased the rhythm of his movements. His fingers filled me as he pumped my canal from the inside out with a dirty, expert rhythm. The wet sound of his fingers entering and leaving my vagina echoed in the tense silence of the room. I felt his fingers rubbing my internal walls, gliding with sinful ease thanks to the abundant wetness my own body was producing for him. I had never felt so aroused before. "You’re so wet for me..." he growled against my ear, biting my lobe with provocative possessiveness. He sped up the movement of his fingers inside me, finding my exact spot, making my knees tremble and my fingers clutch the edge of the vanity until my knuc

SerenaEmerson gave me no time to reply, his other hand closed around my throat with firm, possessive pressure. He pushed me backward until my back slammed against the wooden wall of the confessional, leaving me immobilized under his grip and his dark gaze."You wanted my attention, Serena. Now you have it," he growled close to my ear, while his thumb stroked the sensitive skin of my neck, controlling my racing pulse.With a sharp movement, he spun me around, slamming my chest against the wood. His hands went down to my waist and hiked up my skirt without any gentleness, bunching the fabric at my lower back.His hot hand went straight to my crotch. He didn’t ask for permission, he sank two fingers into my vagina in one go. I let out a broken moan when I felt the texture of his fingers sliding deep into my canal, pumping in and out with a wet sound that betrayed just how desperate I was for him."You’re dripping..." he murmured, with a mixture of feigned disgust and ravenous desire. "M

Mia My silence was his answer. I couldn't say the word, but my body had already chosen for me. My legs went slack, falling open on the carpet, a silent surrender to the predator pinning me down. Roman smiled, a grimace devoid of warmth but loaded with satisfaction. "Good girl," he whispered. He didn't put the gun away. He continued the barrel's downward path, sliding it over my flat stomach, tracing an icy line that made my muscles contract. He reached the edge of my underwear. With a skillful movement, he used the tip of the barrel to hook the fabric and push it aside, leaving my intimacy totally exposed to his gaze and the cold air of the room. "Look at you," he said, his voice raspy. "You’re trembling with fear, but down here you’re inviting me in." He brought the cold barrel of the gun directly to my entrance. The contact of the frozen metal against the swollen, hot folds of my vagina tore a sharp moan from me. Roman pressed lightly, rubbing the steel against my clitoris, te

GabrielleGunnar devoured my mouth with an urgency that stole my breath, tasting me as if I were water in the middle of a desert. His lips were demanding, his rough beard grazed my sensitive skin, and the strength of his hand on my neck kept me anchored to him.I moaned, opening my mouth to let him in, and his tongue invaded my space, dominant and wet, mimicking what he was about to do to me. There was no refined technique, only a brutal and honest need. He pushed me back until my back hit the fur rug in front of the fire.Gunnar’s weight on top of me was crushing and glorious. He rose, kneeling between my legs, and looked at me like a predator looks at prey that has stopped fighting. Without a word, he grabbed the hem of my shirt and ripped the fabric."Gunnar..." I gasped, exposed to his ravenous gaze."Beautiful," he said with a raspy voice, his large, rough hands covering my breasts, kneading my flesh with a possessiveness that made me arch my back. "So small. So soft."There was

BelleMy bare feet pounded against the wood of the hallway as I ran, but it was useless. Deep down, I think my legs didn't want to get me away from him, but rather take me to a place where I wouldn't have an escape.I reached my room, my heart hammering in my throat, and tried to close the door. A large, strong hand, knuckles white from the pressure, stopped the wood before the latch could click."Too slow, Belle," Carson purred from the other side.He pushed the door open effortlessly. I backed away until my thighs bumped against the edge of my bed. The room was in semi-darkness, lit only by the lightning flashing outside, outlining his immense and threatening silhouette.He didn't give me time to think. He lunged at me, not with violence, but with absolute authority. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me as if I weighed nothing, slamming me down onto the tall solid wood dresser facing the bed.I was at chest level with him. My legs hung open, exposed."I told you if I caught you.