A Sinful Confession Novels & Stories

he whispered, and she chuckled. "I know, but he's interesting, and to me...he's a baby... He's just spoilt and insecure" "Wow, you see through him" Sin blinked. "So what's bothering you?" Ksenia asked. Sin rested back on his chair before talking... "So I did something bad to two people, and I'm feeling fuçking guilty, and... "Take the guilt off your chest by confessing. It'll only get worse if you keep it for too long" she cut him off.

His forehead rested against mine, guilt already creeping back into his eyes. “This can never happen again,” he whispered, but his cock was still twitching inside me. I smiled, clenching around him. “We both know that’s a lie, Father.” He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from me with a mix of horror and dark desire. I straightened my dress, gave him one last kiss, and slipped out of the confessional. Our sinful affair had only just begun.

“Blindfolded. Hands cuffed behind your back. Show me how badly this greedy little pussy wants my cock.” Sophia lowered herself slowly, moaning loudly as the fat head breached her entrance and stretched her open. Inch by thick inch, she sank down onto him until he was buried to the hilt inside her tight, velvety heat. “Oh my god… Marcus… you’re so fucking big. I feel so full.”

As the hours passed by, he was appreciating the absorption of words of wisdom into his way of thinking. He found himself reading and re-reading certain phrases. "For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more. Hebrews 8:12." Rye memorized the words until it felt imprinted on his heart and mind. "Then he adds: Their sins and lawless acts I will remember no more. Hebrews 10:17."

I prefer to confess my sins in the open, refusing to enter the confessional because I am unable to look the priest in the eye as I speak. "Forgive me father for I have sinned. My last confession was three days ago and I have killed four men and taken a bride whom I do not love." I hold my head high, refusing to hang it in shame. The priest sucks in a sharp breath, "What compelled you to take the lives of these four men?" He asks sternly with his metal gun irises gazing into mine with no judgement gleaming in them at all. "Two men double-crossed me,"

I was panting and sweating and my feet throbbed as heels were still adoring them. This evening did not revolve around seeking revenge for a casual sexual encounter he had in New York. It revolved around facing the consequences of the falsehoods he believed I had told him. Consequences such as marrying his brother and being related to my father. Tonight was the night when I expressed regret for all those actions committed with my body. And, it was also a night of acceptance. “Suck my cock.”

The other men was shouting something but she couldn’t hear anything. Her hand felt weak that she couldn't even lift it up. She faintly saw how Dye's expression darkened and a creaking sound made all the men stopped. There were cracks everywhere as if the air broke into thousand of pieces while Dye's blood painted his knuckles. “Damn it!” She heard a silent cursed and when she looked at the man's side profile, she realized something. Yes! He was one of the seven deadly sins. Jack the sin of lust. One of the king's in the Cabrine city. But, why did he harmed her? As far as she remembered, the seven of them were the closest friends, so why would he hurt her?

Despite the cold demeanor I was trying to wear, the question hurt me so bad that I had to bite my inner cheek to prevent me from crying. "Fu.cking shut up. Nobody can make me feel the way you do. I'm finding it so fucking hard to cum, and fuck it! It's so frustrating. I want you so bad despite trying to stay away from you, and you are crazy for coming into my room!" He said angrily, leaning in and grabbing my lips in a searing kiss that took every anger from my head. Hearing his little confession made me feel special and super horny. It was like I had this big man wrapped around my sweet fingers, but... But he fucked another woman!

She looked like she’d won a victory, feeding off my humiliation like a predator. “Apologize,” Raffael commanded, his gaze hard and unyielding. “Get down on your knees and apologize. Now.” My stomach twisted, the humiliation burning through me, but I knew what would happen if I defied him. I took a shaky breath, swallowing down my pride, and slowly lowered myself to my knees, staring at the floor. “I… I’m sorry, Clarissa.” Clarissa let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Pathetic,” she scoffed, leaning forward with a sneer. “That’s all you are, Erica. Pathetic. You’re nothing, and you’re never going to be anything more than that.”

I exhaled only when the doors shut. He knows. Or worse, he suspects. ★ That night, I went to the confessional. I locked the doors, shut the screens, and knelt in the darkness. “Forgive me, Father,” I whispered, voice hoarse, “for I have sinned. I am a liar. A hypocrite. A coward.” My hands gripped the lattice until my knuckles whitened. “I let him touch me. I let him break me. I let him—God forgive me—I wanted it. I still want it.”