Are Romance Novels Sinful Novels & Stories

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

“That’s why I climbed.” I laughed once, sharp and disbelieving. “You always did have a flair for drama.” His mouth curved faintly. “You never complained before.” That hurt more than I expected. “Why now?” I asked. “Why tonight?” Rowan’s gaze flicked to the window, then back to me. “Because I couldn't stop thinking about you and your body.” My chest thightened. “So you decided to break in?” “Yes,” he said. “You don't know what you have done to this cock.” grabbing a hold of his cock still in his pants.

Naked and pressed to my body. And almost every night since then, I had gotten off thinking about her. Her presence was like an unbearable itch I couldn't cure. She was there, but I couldn't have her, and it was all just so frustrating. Getting off thinking about someone who is sleeping in the bedroom adjacent to yours. This past week, when I was away for business, I took this chance to get rid of that itch. I hooked up with a couple of random women I met in clubs, and for the time I was there, it seemed to work.

His other hand reached around and slapped her ass once, sharp, then rubbed the sting away. “Harder,” he ordered. She bounced faster. The wet sound of her taking him filled the room. Roman’s grip tightened. He thrust up to meet her every time she dropped down until she came again, shaking, forehead dropping to his shoulder. He held her there and fucked up into her through the aftershocks, then lifted her off him. “On your hands and knees. Face the window.” Lila moved into position. The open blinds made the situation impossible to hide. Roman knelt behind her, spread her cheeks with both hands, and spat on her asshole. His tongue followed, slow and thorough, licking her there while two fingers

The basement was quiet except for our breathing. "Still think we're immature?" Mitch murmured. I laughed, weak and satisfied. "You're still idiots." "Your idiots," Hans corrected, and I didn't argue. My body still hummed with aftershocks, and the knowledge of what we had just done. I had just allowed my three younger sinfully loaded Stepbrothers fuck me in the best way ever. And I didn't regret any single moment of it. If anything, I wanted a second round with all three of them making love with me like I was the only person that mattered. This was definitely going to be the best thanksgiving ever.

The first few days, I had convinced myself that distance was helping, that every quiet sunset, every long walk between the vines, every dinner with my parents was untangling whatever had twisted itself around my thoughts. But distance was not mercy, It was magnification. Without Rome, without the church, without the accidental intimacy of shared spaces and stolen glances, all that remained was truth, and truth, I was learning, could be far crueler than temptation. Because temptation implies choice. This no longer felt like one. I was in love with a man I could never have. The certainty of it should have shattered me. Instead, it sat quietly in my chest like something heavy and inevitable, as

Her pregnant body took it all and demanded more. Elena, belly full and body marked, held me close afterward. “Every child, every lie, every fuck brings us closer to eternity.” The bloodline grew. The lies multiplied. The lust never faded. Our dark romance was the only constant in a world of venom and inheritance.

He said again and this time, she blabbed cutely making a chuckle. Vladimir had used the power of enchanting seduction on our mate, that was one of his abilities as a vampire. He could seduce one to death with his eyes and words. "I don't want to marry Silvio but my father already prepared our engagement plans coming up next week. Silvio Damonte is a very powerful Mafia and would kill me if he discovered that I was pregnant. So I had to run so I wouldn't be killed by him or get punished by my father."

Naomi whispered, the weight of her mother’s words pressing down on her chest. Her mother gave a slow nod, her expression softening just a fraction. “I know you are curious about the world, That’s natural. But curiosity must not lead you astray. Never compromise yourself, Naomi. And remember honesty, truth, and faithfulness are your shields.” Naomi felt a pang of guilt. She knew she was about to break this rule, even if she tried to justify it. Her heart raced as she imagined Nick’s texts glowing on her phone, his compliments, and his charm.

He wasn’t trying to please me; he was claiming me, punishing me, and losing himself in the sin. And God help me, I loved it. The mere force of it, the taboo, the danger, the size of him filling me so completely—it ignited a fire in me I didn’t know existed. I met his thrusts, pushing back, encouraging him with filthy whispers. “That’s it… fuck me… just like you fuck her…”