Appetite For Innocence Novels & Stories

He collected them and was preparing to feed her when she noticed. "It's my leg that got injured, not my hands," she said quickly. "I can eat by myself." She collected the plate from him and started eating. He watched her eat, his mind slowly replaying the scene from earlier. The way she was soft in his arms. The way she smelled—like a lady, not the heavy perfume he'd always known on other women. It drove him insane that moment. Her sheer innocence had fucking turned him on in ways he couldn't explain.

‎ ‎She crossed the room and placed the drive on the table between them. ‎ ‎“Look,” she said. “Just look.” ‎ ‎He didn’t touch it. ‎ ‎“You’ve already apologized,” he replied coolly. “Reopening this only undermines the apology.” ‎ ‎Her voice shook. “I was innocent.” ‎ ‎“Innocence is irrelevant,” he said. “Perception matters more.” ‎ ‎She stared at him. ‎ ‎This man—who had once watched her stand between him and death—now spoke as if she were a minor inconvenience.

She must notice my grimace, because her eyes travel down, over my creased shirt to the bulge between my legs. She licks her lips, and her eyes flash with a dirty kind of devilment that takes my breath. Dirty innocence. It’s the most intoxicating kind. “Can I see?” she asks, in the sweetest voice. “Can I see you?” She raises herself on her elbows, and she’s smiling. “Please…” I kneel up, my fingers working down my shirt buttons, but she moves like a quick little mouse, her fingers pushing mine out of the way. They’re shaking as she unbuttons my shirt.

he whispered to me “I don't want anymore prayers to hide behind because this body, this innocence and everything belongs to Daddy.” I lay there, spent and forever changed, his cum still warm inside me. The convent girl was gone and in her place was a woman awakened to sin… and craving so much more.

I never look back, but his offer was very enticing the kind of enticing that you would not let go. “ do not keep me waiting then I know you want to. I know you want me to let you search yourself. Let me show you how.,” he whispers through the thick wooden barricades. “ let me show you how lonely you’ve been let me take away the loneliness you feel just let me,” he whispers one more. If temptation is what they teaches then this is the exact temptation I had made the exact one written in the Bible, the exact one that you cannot walk away from.

Some by choice, and others condemned to live here, like me, by someone who had the power to decide their lives. The best of them had been Fabiana Rossi. She was the daughter of a wealthy family, always getting into trouble, so her parents sent her to the convent to see if she could get her act together. That obviously didn’t work very well, and she was expelled weeks after joining. However, during her stay with us, she showed me a rubber replica of the male sex organ. I had never seen anything like it and didn’t imagine I would again until my wedding night. I wouldn’t have any other male contact besides Marco, not even at school. About to turn twenty-one, I would be his little porcelain doll

My tentacles stretch far and wide - she can’t outrun me. Karma exists - it’s me. Delilah will get what she deserves in the end. “What about the other bitch?” Enzo asks, his eyes shining with pure bloodlust. “She’s pregnant. Send her back to the casino where she belongs. Marco will keep an eye on her.” With that, I turn around and leave the interrogation room for the last time. Madeleine is exactly where I left her. Sitting next to Betsy. The little girl’s face is covered in chocolate, and her dress is full of crumbs.

FELIX. I’m fucking dead. Or I’m going to and the cause would be finally getting to know what Brynn Addams tastes like. Jesus. She’s killing me. In the literal sense. She tastes like innocence draped in the most wicked forte. She tastes so delicious. She tastes like my ruin. She tastes like everything I’ve ever fucking wanted, and everything I shouldn’t want at the same time.

She had been through so much, and now her voice was a crucial part of the case. The prosecutor continued. "But the defendant didn’t stop there. Savannah Anderson then set her sights on Nova Sinclair. On the night in question, she deliberately spiked Ms. Sinclair’s food with processed shrimp, knowing full well that Ms. Sinclair suffers from a severe allergy. This was a clear attempt to cause harm, and it nearly worked. But the worst was yet to come. Savannah Anderson, in a fit of jealousy and rage, attempted to murder Nova Sinclair with a firearm—a Colt .45 handgun, which she pointed directly at Ms. Sinclair. She intended to kill her."

After some time, he exited the app without sending anything. He then started scrolling on his phone instead. The ground around him was littered with ash and discarded cigarette butts. I could tell that he was deeply unsettled. But what exactly was he so frustrated about? I was gone, and he got to be under the same roof as his dearly beloved. Wasn't this exactly what he wanted? As I stood on the balcony, staring blankly at the moon, the sound of a news broadcast drifted out from somewhere. "The police received a call from passersby. A woman's body was found in the city moat by a local fisherman. The estimated time of death was three days ago. No one has claimed her body yet."