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I shoved a forkful of chicken into my mouth to hide the soft, broken sound that tried to crawl out. It felt filthy and perfect. I kept my left hand moving food around my plate like a good daughter while my right hand rubbed tight, mean circles over my clit. My hips wanted to roll. I forced them still. Another harder and a tiny involuntary moan slipped between my teeth. “Mmm… ” Ryan’s head tilted just a fraction. His eyes dropped to the tablecloth hiding my arm and I watched his pupils blow wide. He knew. Under the table his big hand landed on my thigh and squeezed hard enough to bruise, warning and permission at the same time.

“The Sinclair family is the most powerful and wealthiest family of all time. I tried many times to gain access into their property but I always failed. I tried to act as a maid, but I was never hired. I tried to sneak into the house but was thrown out. I tried to use magic against them but it never worked either, they were protected against every spell I threw at them and all that because of the book of shadows that they hold in possession. That book is every witch’s and hunter’s dream, it provides a great amount of knowledge and unusual spells. I can’t deny my happiness and relief that the Sinclair’s have this book and protecting it from every low life witch and greedy hunter. But, I need t

"It's also a sin to let sin win." Then she left. I stared at the closed door. For several minutes, I couldn't move. Don't let sin win. Maybe she had no idea how deeply those words would cut. I reached for my phone. There was one thing I could still control. My story. I opened the writing application. My book was still there. Capitulate Into Sinful Desires. I scrolled through the chapters. The story I had written secretly. The story everyone believed was fiction. But they didn't know. Every forbidden glance. Every kiss. Every mistake. Every secret. I had hidden pieces of myself inside those pages. I had been confessing without realizing that I was confessing.

“Yes. Did you see him? He’s so hot. My pussy got wet the second he walked in. We can’t let him leave without tasting him first. So what's your plan? I know you have one already." "Just follow me." Sara led the way to a nearby pharmacy and bought a pack of strong sleeping pills and a box of powerful Viagra. Clara felt a flutter of anxiety as her sister paid. "So you want us to give both of them sleeping pills?" Clara asked. "No, only Mom. Vincent will be wide awake as we fuck the hell out of him." “What if he isn’t interested in us?” Clara whispered. Sara smirked confidently. “I saw the way his eyes moved over our bodies when he greeted us. He wants us. Trust me, I could see the hunger in his

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus

Guilt was eating me alive when I heard it, as the twins were my treasure, and I didn't want to part with either of them. But even as I was caught in a dilemma, the boy in my belly spoke to me in my mind. He told me that Tina and Zach had been having an affair for the longest time and had used black magic to get me pregnant with their child since Tina despised the thought of labor pains. I didn't believe it, until I had a private investigator tail them and was shown records of them going into a love motel together. Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk.

“You have an amazing talent, doll.” “Thank you.” She buried her face against my neck. I knew why when I turned the page and came across the next drawing. There were no words I could think of to describe what I was looking at. Sin was fucking talented. And she was playing it off like it was nothing. Reaching up, I traced the lines with my fingertips. “You weren’t s-supposed to see it,” Sin whispered. “Why?” “Because.” She stopped me when I wanted to turn the page. Respecting her privacy, I closed the book and carefully placed it aside. Turning my head, I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She had clenched her jaw so tightly and for so long she had to take a while to unclench them. “T-Thank you…” she managed to whisper when the man rounded the frame and stood in front of her now. It was very hard to raise her head—it seemed as heavy as a boulder—but she could now see his face and he had one of the loveliest features she had ever seen in a man. There was no doubt he was one of the Sinful Saints—private male individuals behind the Secret Sins Club—and to experience at least one of them meant she had been chosen. That she had been observed and had passed the meticulous benchmark that only the members had knowledge of. And she never imagined she could be with even one of them in a

he says. "Umm. Sure. Umm. Hi. Leo, I—" He closes the door behind him. Firm. He Locks it. He steps towards me one after the other as if deliberately counting it. Like he wants me to melt from the growing heat. "Don't lie to me," he finally says "I know what happened. I could smell it the second I walked in." "Smell umm what?" "Sex Celine. Fucking sex." His voice is flat. "I know my brother.and I know you. I've known since the first time I saw you look at him."

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.