All Chapters of THE TASTE OF SIN (Short stories): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

17 Chapters

#1 The Wrong Brother

Nicole"That white dress is a lie, and you know it. It’s too pure for the dirty thoughts you have every time you look at me instead of him."Devian’s voice struck the dense air of the room like a velvet whip. Deep, dark, vibrating at a frequency so low I didn’t hear it with my ears, but felt it directly in my belly.I stood frozen in front of the full-length mirror. My reflection stared back at me, the image of a perfect bride. Makeup intact, hair perfect, and the lace of my dress immaculate. But the doubt in my eyes gave me away.I heard the click of the door lock. It was a dry, definitive sound. The noise from outside—the voices and laughter of the guests—was muffled, leaving us locked in a silence charged with static electricity."What are you doing?" I murmured, hiding my internal panic at his impending closeness. "Leave, Devian," I said, but it didn’t sound like an order. It sounded like a plea.Whatever it was, he ignored it.I watched him approach through the mirror. He moved w

Last Updated : 2025-12-14

#2 The Wrong Brother

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

Last Updated : 2025-12-14

#1 Forgive Me, Father

BEFORE YOU READBless me, Father, for I am about to sin.Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege.This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you.(***)Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews. The air smelled of burnt incense, melted wax, and that heavy silence that only exists in the house of God. But I wasn’t there seeking peace. My body burned with a fever that no prayer could cure. I walked straight toward the dark wooden confessional at the end of the aisle. I knew he was there. He always stayed late, punishing himself with silence, fulfilling his duties with that military rigidity that characterized him. Father Emerson. Just thinking

Last Updated : 2025-12-14

#2 Forgive Me, Father

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

Last Updated : 2025-12-14

#1 Violent Pleasure

BEFORE YOU READ Some debts can’t be paid with money. This story features a possessive anti-hero, kidnapping, and gun play. It blurs the lines between fear and arousal. If you enjoy dangerous men who take exactly what they want, welcome to Roman’s world. (***) Mia "Open the door, you fucking asshole! Let me out!" I screamed, pounding the solid wood until my knuckles burned. The silence on the other side was absolute, dense. Defeated by exhaustion, I stepped away from the entrance, running my fingers through my messy hair in frustration. "Are you done throwing a tantrum?" The voice, deep and gravelly like distant thunder, resonated behind me. I jumped in place, spinning on my heels. I was in a luxury suite, with Persian rugs and mahogany furniture. It was nothing more than a gilded cage. I had been locked up for forty-eight hours, being the "collateral" for a debt my father could never pay. I thought they would take me to an abandoned warehouse, but the man who kidnapped m

Last Updated : 2025-12-14

#2 Violent Pleasure

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

Last Updated : 2025-12-15

#1 Mountain man

BEFORE YOU READNobody is coming to save you.Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink.This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness.(***)GabrielleThe snow didn’t fall, it attacked. It was a furious white wall that had erased the world, shrinking my universe down to four walls of thick logs, the heat of a fireplace, and a piercing scent of cedar—clean and masculine—that acted like a drug, clouding my judgment and forcing me to inhale deeper.I had been trapped there for two days. Two days since my hike turned into a white nightmare and I stumbled, half-frozen, upon Gunnar's cabin.He sat in his worn leather armchair, cleaning a hunting knife with a calmness that contrasted violently with the chaos outside.Gunnar wasn’t a man, he was a mountain. His shoulders were so broad they seemed to block the firelight, and his beard, soft and dark, hid an expression I cou

Last Updated : 2025-12-16

#2 Mountain man

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

Last Updated : 2025-12-16

#1 Wild Refuge

BEFORE YOU READYou have ten seconds to run.Tropes: Forced proximity, size difference, breeding kink, and primal chase play.This story features a fugitive criminal fueled by adrenaline and testosterone invading your safe space. Expect dirty talk, roughness, and intense possessiveness.(***)BelleI never should have opened the door to fear. Or maybe, deep down, I was always waiting for it.Outside, the sky was falling apart. The storm lashed against the windows of my isolated cabin with a fury that made the wooden foundations shake. It was the kind of night where a sensible woman hides under the covers, but I was in the kitchen, with the dim light of the lamp flickering, trying to force a chapter of my book that refused to be written.I was wearing only an old gray cotton t-shirt, so worn that the fabric had become almost transparent in places. It barely reached mid-thigh. I wasn't wearing anything underneath. After all, I was alone for miles in every direction. Or so I thought.Th

Last Updated : 2025-12-23

#2 Wild Refuge

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.

Last Updated : 2025-12-23

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