Alle Kapitel von Sacred Sins; A Dark Tale: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

As the first light of morning filtered through the penthouse windows, casting a soft glow over the tangled sheets, Damien stirred awake first, his body pressed against Eli's in the king-sized bed. The room was still heavy with the scent of their previous night's sex—sweat, cum, and the faint musk of arousal clinging to the air. Damien's cock was already hard, throbbing with that familiar morning need, and he couldn't resist the warmth of Eli's ass against him. He shifted closer, grinding his erection slowly against Eli's cheeks, the friction of skin on skin making him groan softly. Eli's ass was still sore from the relentless pounding it had taken, the welts and bruises from Zeke's dominance making every touch sting, but the pressure felt good in a twisted way.Eli moaned as he woke, the sensation pulling him from sleep, his body arching back instinctively. "What the fuck, Damien?" he muttered, his voice hoarse and groggy, but there was no real anger in it—just curiosity and a hint of

The evening in the penthouse had taken a sharp turn after Eli's bold proposition to Noni, his words hanging in the air like a challenge that set off a chain reaction. Zeke's possessive instincts had surged back with a vengeance, the thought of sharing Eli gnawing at him like an open wound. His obsessive nature, always simmering beneath the surface, boiled over into something tangible—he couldn't let Eli out of his sight, not even for a moment. Whether it was to the bathroom or the dining table, Zeke shadowed him, his hand constantly on Eli's waist, a silent claim that screamed ownership. In the days that followed, Zeke brought his work to Eli's office, sitting beside him like a guard dog, kissing him at intervals, and glaring at anyone who got too close. If the people at the company had suspected their relationship before, Zeke's behavior confirmed it—his arm around Eli's waist, lips on his neck, making it impossible to ignore. Even Noni noticed, his eyes widening at the display, whil

The room still smelled of sex — thick, intoxicating, and tender all at once. Eli lay tangled between them, his breath slowing but his eyes… distant.Zeke noticed it first.Later, when Eli drifted into a nap, Zeke sat on the edge of the bed and whispered to Damien, “He’s still thinking about it.”Damien didn’t need clarification. “The fourth?”Zeke nodded. “I don't like this, I thought he’d forget. But it’s lingering. I can see it in his silence.”Damien sighed, raking a hand through his damp curls. “So what do you want to do?”“Get him out of here. Change the air. Get his mind off it,” Zeke said. “Before this becomes something heavier.”Damien hesitated, then nodded. “Alright. Let’s take him out.”—It was Zeke’s idea to keep it simple — no luxury, no overthinking. Just a quaint restaurant tucked between two ivy-draped buildings. The kind of place with warm lights, soft jazz humming low, and food that made you feel something.Eli didn’t protest. But he also didn’t smile.They got a co

Eli and Damien hadn't been touched by Zeke in that way since the incident—no intense sessions, no raw intimacy—just a cold distance that made the air feel thick and stale. Eli was upset, his body craving the connection, while Damien grew irritable, the lack of affection leaving him on edge. They were a mess, the dream's fallout creating a rift that none of them knew how to bridge.Eli, ever the strategist in his own chaotic way, decided it was up to him to fix this. He understood his lovers well enough by now—Damien thrived on verbal reassurance and actions that made him feel wanted, while Zeke's sadistic dominance needed to be provoked, a way to reclaim and own Eli all over again. Eli was willing to let go of the idea of adding a fourth for now; he saw the jealousy in their eyes, the way it had hurt them when he'd moaned that name. For Damien, it meant affirmations and physical proof of his place; for Zeke, it meant submitting fully, letting him play out his torturous games to erase

As the evening unfolded in the upscale restaurant, the air was thick with the hum of conversations and the clink of glasses, a sophisticated backdrop that masked the undercurrents of desire swirling around their table. Eli, ever the bold one, had excused himself from Zeke and Damien with a casual nod, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Delilah. She was seated across the way, deep in conversation with a friend, her posture relaxed but her eyes sharp, as if she were always on the hunt. Delilah's gaze flicked up, meeting Eli's, and she felt that familiar jolt—the one that had kept her up at night since their last encounter. The marks on Eli's skin, visible through the loose openings of his stylish singlet, were faded but still prominent, a testament to the intense life he led with his lovers. She wondered if the larger one, Zeke, had put them there, the thought making her pulse quicken. Eli approached with that confident stride, the slight limp from his recent activities onl