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Everyone was waiting for us, when we got there. “Good job everyone,” I announced,”You all can take the next 2 days off.” Everyone cheered, and got into the cars. When I got into the car, I grabbed my phone, and saw a text from my father. It read: I know what you did…I’ll see you when you get back. Oh sh!t.. . I soon drifted off to sleep with two things on my mind. Ken Walter and The devil's Brotherhood…

My name was Lindsey Hawthorn, and I had struggled with this compulsion for as long as I could remember. Everyone always thought I was a good, quiet girl, but only I knew the truth—the intense, almost unbearable craving I had for men. Just the sight of a strong, muscular man was enough to make me weak. By the time I reached college, this need had completely spiraled out of control. Sometimes, even the slightest friction while walking would trigger an overwhelming release. People would stare, probably thinking I had wet myself.

"And even if there was, I'm not interested in exploring it. Just leave me alone. I left the room to wake Darna up, so she could get ready for school. Jace looked disappointed, trying to make me feel better despite the pain he'd caused me. He'd left this morning without eating and came back late, drunk. I thought that was just who he was, but I didn't realize I was turning him into a monster. As I walked into the room, Jace was trying to smoke. He lit his cigarette, took a puff, and looked up at me. "See what you've turned me into?" he said. I asked him where he'd been all day, but he couldn't respond. He stood up, came closer, and said, "I really want to taste you, to see how sweet you are."

I apologize to anyone this might offend, but I just wanted to try something different. This book is not ideal for anyone with fragile moral sensibilities who might be easily triggered by the actions and decisions of the main characters. This is all strictly for entertainment. I do not condone nor do I excuse some of the actions of the characters. I’m merely writing to entertain my readers! You’re free to stop reading at any time you feel uncomfortable. I apologize in advance because it is not my desire to harm your sensibilities. Furthermore, I was meticulous in my research for this book, especially when it comes to BDSM but I am merely mortal. I take full accountability for any errors one m

“Ride me like you mean it. Tell me you don’t want your old life back.” “I don’t want it back,” I moaned, grinding down on him. “This is all I need. Your cock destroying me every day.” My pussy clenched around him as I got closer. The addiction felt real now. The echoes had taken over completely. I couldn’t imagine leaving these chains or his touch. “Please let me cum. I’m so close.” He held my hips and controlled the pace, keeping me on the edge.

Pregnant and addicted. Forever Daddy’s.

I shifted when I got home and climbed through my window, employing some of the tactics of my teenage years so that my parents wouldn’t see me coming home by almost three AM. As chill as they were about many things about me, it would piss them off to know I’d been out lurking so late especially with fucking Vampires crawling everywhere. Like the one I’d met today who was my mate and a total dick. I switched on the light and my gaze fell on a figure on my bed. I screeched, grabbing the nearest item I could get my hands on -a book on my reading desk- and chucked it at the figure. “Hey!” Caden protested, easily dodging the book. “Not that such a pathetic throw had any chance of nicking me, but w

I lay on my side—blanket pulled tight—cum still leaking slow from between my legs, ass tender, throat raw. My clit still pulsed faintly—aftershocks rolling through me. I was addicted and ruined. And I’d never felt more alive.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.