Novel & Cerita Booktok Secrets Of Sin

“So they can watch how good I fuck you? Or let them stay and be charged for treason.” My face burned with humiliation. Mira and the other maids practically fled the room without another word, the door shutting firmly behind them. The sound of the lock clicking into place sent a jolt of fear and forbidden excitement through me. I swallowed hard, stepping backwards as Soren advanced, peeling his shirt off completely and tossing it aside. His broad shoulders and powerful chest were on full display. “What you are doing is treason, Soren,” I whispered, my voice shaking even as heat pooled low in my belly.

Cock after cock filling every hole while the torchlight danced across my trembling body. This wasn’t just initiation. This was ownership. And as pleasure began to blur the edges of my fear, I realized something far more dangerous. I didn’t want them to stop. But the way Nikolai watched me — intense, possessive, almost tender in its darkness — told me this ceremony hid secrets much darker than ritual sex. Secrets about why the Order truly needed innocent girls like me. And I was already too deep to run.

It was always Mr Blake, so formal, like he was building the walls of Jericho around us, something to stand between us. And boy did I hate it? Absolutely. Because I wanted to hear my name in that gentle voice of his, whispered like a tease, just the way it would sound if he was naked, underneath me. For something else. I didn't say that out loud. And I just kept the expression on my face stern. Meanwhile, Aiden shifted his weight, his fingers brushing against mine when he leaned in and took the folder back. The touch lasted only a second. A second too long.

How could she not warn me and end up putting me in such an embarrassing situation? Clicking his tongue, a glint flashed across Sin’s eyes as he darted the book to me, meeting my shameful glance. "I didn’t know you read novels like this." Using only one large hand, he slammed the book shut. The action made a thud, causing me to blink. "You know, you don’t have to, though. Reality is much, much better, as I’m certain you can attest." He watched me swallow at his question, and before I could find the courage to reply, he leaned forward until he was only inches away from my face. "I have no problem showing you how insanely great I am, much better than what’s written here."

"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.

My clit throbbed with every heartbeat “Isn’t this what you wanted, Muna?” His voice stayed calm, almost gentle, but the words cut deep. “You have fantasized about me so much you couldn’t help giving yourself pleasure on my bed. I bet you were thinking of me the whole time, pumping those fingers in and out of your pussy. I saw how wet you were. I saw how your body shook when you looked up and saw me standing there. I saw how hard your nipples were, begging for attention, begging for my mouth” He pried my arms away from my chest and pinned them lightly above my head with one hand “I told you I came here to sin. And that is exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to use you however I want while

LYRA I knew something was wrong the moment Sinclair stopped pretending I wasn’t following him. Normally he let me trail along, pretending it was coincidence, pretending he didn’t feel me hovering at his back through the bond, but this time he slowed just enough that I nearly walked straight into him. “Are you stalking me?” he asked mildly. “Accompanying you,” I said, stepping around him. “Mm,” he replied, turning toward the private elevator. I followed him inside before my common sense could catch up and the doors slid shut with that quiet final sound that always meant secrets. I crossed my arms and leaned back against the wall, studying him while he pressed the rooftop level.

Or it might not. Life would slide back into routine—work, school, family dinners, pretending. Either way, the sin had been worth it. Every stolen breath. Every bruising grip. Every pulse of heat when he filled her. Every single burning second. They’d carry it like a secret under their skin—quiet, simmering, always there if they ever needed to burn again.

I hugged her with tears falling from my eyes, why would I forget that my friend is someone that’s very observant. “So let’s not change the topic, what do you mean a night of sin if it’s not murder?” “You know I told you about the open marriage he suggested?” “Yes I do and I’m still upset that you got such a pass and you didn’t take it at all.” She frowned. “What if I told you I did it and it felt sinfully good.” “GIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLL” She screamed at the top of her voice..super excitement all over her. “Finally!! Now I understand why you were so happy the other time, you know what? I need the full gist, is he sexy? How many inches is the cookie? Does he last long? Did you squirt all over him..”

, I asked, looking disappointed. Why the heck will I send a video of me touching myself to you on purpose?? "What?! no no I would...I would never I... I'm so sorry sir". My hands started vibrating, never in my life would I have ever imagined I would be in this kind of situation, I want to throw up, I feel Nauseous, I'm going to throw up!! All my life of keeping my secret life has been exposed and not to anyone else in the world, My boss; Tom Brandy!