A Sinful Confession Novels & Stories

I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, my hips rolling off the hard bench. "It feels so good, Father Edmund," I gasped out, panting as I kept my eyes locked on his shadow through the screen. "I’m fingering myself right in front of you. Come on, tell me I'm going to hell. Tell me I'm a sinner while you listen to me fuck myself like a dirty little whore I am." The booth rattled violently, making me jump. A loud bang echoed through the small space as he slammed his door shut, leaving the confession booth.

He smirked before opening the baby oil, pouring a slick amount onto my stomach and pussy. Just as the oil made contact with my skin, I felt a shiver run through my spine and a knotted guilt formed in my chest as I recalled how bad what I was about to do seemed. The oil was warm, but the guilt burned hotter. “Besides, I have a boyfriend at home.” I mused within myself as my conscience began to judge me.

The silence, so absolute and so profound, was a confession in itself. My voice broke, the sound a raw, pained sob. “Why, Marcus? Why would you use me like this? A pawn for your selfish gain? All this time, all these years, I trusted you! I had taking you as a relation! And you knew. You knew all along what happened to my family, and you still stood there, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, pretending to be my savior!”

"Is that worse than the seven years you already spent giving up everything for everyone else?" The words left my mouth before I could think about them, and I watched them land. Lara flinched like I had slapped her, and I immediately wished I could take them back. Not because they weren't true, but because the look on her face told me she already knew they were, and hearing them from someone else made it real in a way she wasn't prepared for. "I'm sorry," I said. "That was out of line." "Yes, it was." "I shouldn't have..."

This was a career-ending sermon. Confessions were just as bad. As a priest, I obviously could not judge them, but it was quite something. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I lusted after my neighbor’s wife with desire in my heart,” the man confessed. I nodded sagely, trying to focus. “And how many times—” “But she looks just like that dangerous-hot looking Norwegian ex I had. Her ass is round and perfect and…” I coughed to get him back in order.

I expect him to reach out and cuff me like a prisoner with all my limbs barred to the bed, but he simply sits there, a dreadful and guilty look over his face. "Willow..." he clears his throat, trying to take my hand but I pull away, awaiting an answer that doesn't involve my weakness: his touch. He sighs, shaking his head and resting his forehead dowm into his palms, "I wasn't thinking, Willow... I was having a really bad day, thinking of how much I had abandoned you for my work and wished I was back here, in this room, with you and you only. Then, Tyra, that maid..." he pauses, shifting his glance to the bed. "She delivered my breakfast and offered me a blow job... I knew I shouldn't have,

the priest replied. The man, Conrad, sighed. His lips were heavy, laden with the imminent confession of a sin that he was ashamed of, a sin that he was guilty of. This sin tormented him, made him feel less of himself, filthy, dirty, and without salvation. But the word if God stood sure. That was his only saving grace. If he confessed his sins and forsook them, he would be forgiven. “I confess my sins every time I get the chance,” he began. “Still, every day, I go out and I am faced with these sins once again. I am tired.”

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

I’m angry at being interrupted by Sinful, and yet confused and afraid of what he is doing in my small apartment. "Sinful, what are you doing here?" I question, voice shuddering as I tuck my arms around myself securely, glaring at the smug immortals. "Since Hale wants to involve our wonderful sister, I'm forcing him to come with us to convince her into this plan,” he explains. As if on cue, Hale appears right beside Sinful, frowning at the sight of where he just transported himself. I huff out a sigh, grateful Lev is asleep in the other room.