All Chapters of Sacred Sins; A Dark Tale: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Noni's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and raw, unfiltered desire as Eli continued to grind against him, the sleepy man's body moving with an insistent, almost feral rhythm. Eli's hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles, his hard length pressing through the thin fabric of his shorts against Noni's throbbing erection. Noni gripped Eli's waist tighter, trying to still the motion, but it only seemed to egg him on. Eli's subspace haze made him oblivious, his purrs vibrating against Noni's neck as he sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin. "Fuck, Eli, stop," Noni whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking under the strain. He was barely holding on, his cock straining painfully against his jeans, pre-cum already soaking through. He knew he wouldn't last long; the heat building in his core was too intense, too fast.But as Eli's teeth sank in deeper, drawing a sharp gasp from Noni's lips, his thoughts spiraled elsewhere. What the hell is going on? Noni wondered, his heart pounding not just fr

Zeke's grip on Noni was unyielding, his fingers digging into the slick skin of Noni's hips as the shower water poured down around them, turning the tiled bathroom into a steamy, echoing chamber of raw need. Noni's attempt to twist away was half-hearted at best, his body was still buzzing from the first round, ass clenching around Zeke's thickening cock, which hadn't softened for a second. The bastard was a machine, his stamina legendary, and now, with Noni's subspace pulling him deeper into submission, there was no escape. Zeke's eyes gleamed with that sadistic hunger, the one Noni had glimpsed in sparring sessions and late-night missions, but never like this, never directed at him with such primal intent."You think we're done, boy?" Zeke growled, his voice low and gravelly, echoing off the wet walls. He thrust his hips forward sharply, just enough to remind Noni of the intrusion still buried inside him, making Noni gasp and arch his back. "I'm just getting started. You've been teasi

Noni stirred awake in the dim, cool air of the dungeon, his head throbbing and his body a wreck of aches from the night before. His left hand was cuffed loosely to the bedpost, a reminder of Zeke's control, while his right arm felt heavy and pinned under Eli's warm, sleeping form. The sheets stuck to his skin, crusted with dried cum and sweat, and every muscle screamed in protest as he shifted. His ass throbbed with a deep, burning soreness, a testament to Zeke's relentless fucking, and his mind was foggy, caught in the haze of subspace hangover. "Hmmm..." Noni let out a soft, pitiful sound, his voice cracking as he tugged at the cuff. The metal bit into his wrist just enough to frustrate him, and he glanced down to see Eli's face buried in his side, Eli's breath hot against his ribs."Eli," Noni whispered, his voice trembling. He nudged Eli gently with his free hand, fingers tangling in Eli's messy hair. Eli stirred, blinking groggily, his eyes still glazed from his own subspace dive

The morning sun filtered through the penthouse blinds, casting striped shadows across the kitchen where Zeke cornered Noni, his large hand gripping the smaller man's chin firmly, forcing those tear-swollen eyes to meet his piercing gaze. "You gonna tell me now, boy? What the fuck made you run off yesterday, ignoring my calls like some stray pup?" Zeke's voice was a low rumble, laced with that possessive edge that always made Noni's knees buckle. Noni swallowed hard, still marked from the night before, red welts crisscrossing his back, his ass sore and stretched from the plug's relentless invasion, urethral sting a faint echo. He mumbled, "I... I heard you give my work to Aman. Thought you were done with me, replacing me 'cause I'm broken." Zeke's laugh was dark, almost affectionate, as he yanked Noni closer by the collar of his loose shirt. "Fucking idiot. You think I'd toss out my perfect little pain slut that easy? Aman was a temp fix while you wallowed in your drop. You're mine,

The next few days settled into a rhythm of controlled chaos in the estate, each of them slipping into their roles seamlessly in Zeke's empire. Damien and Delilah dove headfirst into the company,the only legal business Zeke had a hand in. Damien barked orders at everyone, while Delilah played the ice queen, her sharp tongue slicing through board meetings that left egos bruised. Back at the estate, Eli buried himself in the books for Zeke's illegal ventures, funneling cash from arms deals and drug runs through shell companies, his fingers flying over spreadsheets in the new home office. He'd mutter curses under his breath when numbers didn't add up, the occasional break spent with Noni, who lingered nearby for comfort, tracing Eli's tattoos with idle fingers or sucking him off under the desk to ease the tension.Noni, ever the thrill-seeker, shadowed Zeke on ops, though he spent some days at home with Eli when things got too hot. He'd return from missions with that wild glint in his ey