Novel & Cerita 13 Sins

The tip already felt sensitive in the open air. Seraph stood over him in her tight black dress. The material clung to her full breasts and curved hips. She slowly ran her fingers down his chest. Her fingertips started at his collarbone and moved lower. They traced over his nipples. The light touch made them harden instantly. She dragged her nails gently across his ribs. His skin tingled everywhere she touched. She continued down over his stomach. The muscles there tightened under her hand. His cock twitched visibly as her fingers got closer. She could already see how hard he was. The veins along his shaft stood out. A small drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip.

My other hand fisted in the front of her robe, yanking it open just enough to reveal one heavy breast spilling free, the nipple already peaked and begging for my mouth. But then she pulled back slightly, her hand still cupping me through the fabric. She squeezed just enough to make me groan. Her eyes, dark with desires, and filled with guilt, her eyes locked onto mine. “Ethan... wait. We can't. I'm married, you know that. This... this is wrong.”

The things I'd do to fuck that. The sound of slow clapping made both of us freeze. "Well, Well, Well. My brother fucking our innocent little stepsister? Shocker."

He swallowed hard before speaking. “All sin,” he began carefully, “is equal before the Lord. Whether it be fornication, lying, or deceit, each is rebellion against His word. And each will be judged.” He was trembling. It wasn't really visible enough for the congregation to notice, but I saw it. I knew the tremor in his hands, the hesitation in his voice. I’d caused it before, in darker rooms and harsh tones. Before he could continue, a bald man in the second row stood up. “Equal?” the man scoffed. “You mean to say sleeping with another man is the same as lying or stealing?”

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

Guilt was eating me alive when I heard it, as the twins were my treasure, and I didn't want to part with either of them. But even as I was caught in a dilemma, the boy in my belly spoke to me in my mind. He told me that Tina and Zach had been having an affair for the longest time and had used black magic to get me pregnant with their child since Tina despised the thought of labor pains. I didn't believe it, until I had a private investigator tail them and was shown records of them going into a love motel together. Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk.

The doors behind them slammed shut with a deafening boom. Everyone jumped. “What the fuck?” Damien shouted, running back to the doors. He pulled hard, but they wouldn’t budge. The windows sealed themselves with a grinding sound, metal shutters sliding down from nowhere. Panic rippled through the group. Then a deep, ancient voice echoed through the entire mansion, smooth and terrifying, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. “Welcome, little sinners… to The House That Feeds On Sin.” The voice paused, letting the words sink in.

How I feel when I look at him is likely how everyone feels. "He's Lust,” Cian mutters drily. "How much of your personality is actually based off...You know that?" I shift uncomfortably on the couch, preparing myself for his answer. If he truly is the epitome of greed, then I should be terrified, although I’m aware that if he admits he is, it’s not going to change anything. "Enough of it that it becomes annoying,” he sighs, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. “There is a lot we Sin’s can do, however, to separate ourselves from our true nature, though.”

Hopefully, this was a sign that the real Zeke would return soon, but I couldn’t help but be worried. “How many more deadly sins are there?” I turned to face Hunter since he seemed to know more than the rest of us. “There are four more. Greed, Sloth, Pride and Envy.” Hunter answered. “Great.” I muttered as a migraine slowly developed. “Looks like there are only three more.” Rex spoke. When I looked over at Rex, he had his phone out. “What do you mean?” “Samantha just texted me and said that Zeke is at home, trying to steal anything of value.” Rex flipped his phone so I could see the text.