Lahat ng Kabanata ng SINNERS' SANCTUARY: A Collection Of Forbidden Love: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

STORY TITLE (1): Breaking My Vows for HimThe phone rang on the nightstand. I turned to look, and my stomach dropped.Mom’s name lit up the screen.I didn’t have time to panic. Kyle was between my legs, his mouth making me forget how to breathe. His tongue moved in slow, perfect circles, and my body responded instantly.Everything I was supposed to be: pure, devoted, days away from taking my vows, vanished the second he touched me. We were holed up in some cheap motel out of town. Kyle had brought me here about an hour ago, and since then he had been working me open, trying too hard to stretch my tight, wet hole.I fumbled for the phone… and answered.“Mirabel? Sweetheart? Are you okay?” Mom’s voice crackled through. She sounded worried. “You haven’t called. Sister Agnes says you’ve been distant. What’s going on?”I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Kyle’s hands held me still. His stubble scraped my thighs, and a soft moan escaped before I could stop it.I slapped my hand over my

I woke up sore. Every inch of me ached: my thighs, my back, and especially between my legs.I blinked against the sunlight peeking through the blinds. My body was sticky, sweaty, and still full of him. But we weren’t at the motel anymore.I sat up slowly, wincing as a sharp sting pulsed between my legs. The sheets were a mess. My phone sat beside me, it was silent. But Mom’s name was still burned into my brain.“How did we even get here?” I croaked. My throat hurt, probably from screaming his name all night.I glanced down. My breasts were bruised, nipples sore, lips swollen from all his kisses. I gently touched my pμ$sy, it was still raw and still wet.Flashes of last night hit me hard: Kyle slamming his thick c0ck into me, whispering filthy things, kissing me like he owned me.Then I turned my head.He was next to me. Naked and sleeping peacefully. One arm was behind his head, and the other was across his stomach. His body was unreal: lean, muscular, covered in just the right amount

Kyle’s motorcycle came to a stop just outside the convent’s side path; the one we took to avoid being seen.My legs barely worked.Everything hurt. My thighs, my pμ$sy… I could still feel him inside me from earlier. He had wrecked me, over and over again.“You getting off?” Kyle asked, cocky as ever. “Or wanna sneak behind the trees for one more round?”I smacked his back, trying not to smile. “Kyle, seriously. We’re at the convent.”“So?” He looked me up and down, his eyes looked hungry.I slid off the bike, wincing. Every step was a reminder of what we did. What he did to me.I adjusted my habit, but I could still feel the bruises under it. My skin felt hot where he had touched me.“Jesus,” he muttered, his eyes locked on me. “You look even hotter all messed up like that.”I blushed, biting my lip. Then he grabbed my wrist and yanked me close, kissing me hard.“Kyle–” I whispered, pushing at his chest. “Stop. My lips are still swollen. They’ll notice.”He smirked. “Let them. Let the

“Get behind me, Satan! I’m marrying Jesus!”Kyle just laughed again, deeper this time.And part of me knew right then: I wasn’t ready for vows. I was ready for him.I ran to the bathroom, locked the door, and yanked my habit up.My panties was soaked. My fingers shook as I touched myself, brushing over my cl!t. I gasped.“Oh God…”All I could think about was Kyle: his voice, his hands, that smirk.And in that very dripping wet moment, I knew it: I already belonged to him.---Now.I climbed the stairs behind the chapel, my legs were shaky.The rooftop was quiet. And the evening air was filled with dust and that faint smell of wildflowers. I sank to the floor, hugged my knees, and tried to breathe. My cheek still burned from the slap.Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I looked at the screen. It was a message from Kyle: "Almost there, angel."Seconds later, I heard boots on the stairs.I looked up, and there he was.“Kyle…”He rushed over, dropped to his knees, and cupped my face. His eyes scan

New York: The Beach Party“What is it, Charlotte?” Kyle frowned, sipping from his paper cup.The blonde girl who was wearing that bikini that barely covered her big breasts and ass, bit her lip and stared at Kyle like he was dessert.My stomach twisted.“Fvck, I had a whole night planned, but I guess that’s ruined now.” She pouted, still ignoring me like I wasn’t even there.Then she leaned closer, tugging her bikini strap down just enough to tease him. “Guess I’m glad I wore this. I'd ask you to dance, but we both know we would end up doing something else. Just like old times.”My chest clenched. "Old times?"I whipped my head toward Kyle. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look fazed. Just cool, calm… infuriatingly unreadable."Did they sleep together? Are they still sleeping together?"Jealousy burned so hot I could barely breathe. I glared at Charlotte, but she still looked right through me. This bitch wanted to fvck my boyfriend in front of me... like it was nothing.The bonfire cracke