Deadly Sins Book Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I slid my fingers down, slicking them in my own wetness, and began to slowly caress my cl*t right in front of his eyes. "I'm so fucking hot for you, Father," I groaned, arching my back and shuddering as my thumb circled my cl*t. "And I'm all yours. I'm your little sinner, and this p*ssy is the altar you need to worship today. Come on, Father. Give in to the temptation. Put your holy tongue right here and clean me up." He let out a tortured breath, his knees visibly trembling. He looked trapped between heaven and hell, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t.

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

Otherwise I would be on the street by the end of the week. At this moment, I was currently facing a man who looked like he had stepped out of a dark fantasy book... tall with sharp features, midnight-black hair, and eyes the color of storm clouds. Raphael Sinclair. A man as beautiful as a blade : elegant, cold, lethal. “You’re late on your bills, Miss Evergreen,” he said without preamble. His voice was one that sent shivers down my spine He tapped a thick folder on his desk..my file, I realized with horror. He’d had me investigated.

The sword felt cold, even through the minion’s thick, clawed hands. Its blade shimmered with a subtle red hue mirroring Lucifer’s intent. The dark aura surrounding it whispered death. One of Lucian's trusted minions stared into its cruel shimmer, something unexpected flickered in his eyes, a memory.

I use those images because they fit to my own description and actions. Soooooooo with all excitements, buckle your seatbelt, and dive into Medusa's own very world........🤪 Welcome to the first book of BROKEN SERIES....😫 I love all of you guys😘 Xoxoxo Medusa💙🖤

Her snark and sarcasm in the literal face of death had me in tears sometimes. I have to admit, no offense to my other titles (“I love you all!” she says, knowing they’re not real, but she’s getting dirty looks from the characters in her mind) but this was my favorite book to write. Make no mistake, it was hard. It had rough patches, but Lacey and Six were a challenge and so different and interesting. I didn’t hold back. I let it take every direction Six demanded.

“Did you get any other names? any other information about who else might have been interested?” “N-no, Sir. I swear it, I promise I won’t do anything like this ever again. I was just scared that The Deadly One was going to come for me. I don’t want to die.” A sly smirk formed on my lips as I chuckled. If only he knew his worst fear was right in front of him.

Ace retorts and steps on the gas to go faster. I was about to speak when my phone starts ringing, fishing it out of my pocket I answered it in a hurry at seeing Nate's name pop up. "Nate you better give me good news because I really don't think I can take bad news right now!" I grumble. "Sorry Ryn but it's really bad news. José called to inform me that they have gotten your fingerprints on the dead bodies and that's not the only bad news, Miranda confessed to Stark that you and Ace were the ones who killed the men in the restaurant." Nate rushes out in one breath and stays mute when I let out a loud curse.

It was a dark omega. Dark omegas are the ones who have gone depraved, the ones who feed on the wolf spirits. I turned to Kiara. She was oblivious, and she wasn't where the smell was coming from. Without a word, I ran to the door then flung it open and stepped into the hallway. There was no one, but the scent remained strong, filling my nostrils with the ungodly scent of death. "What is it?" I turned to Kiara, and slowly shook my head. "You...can come back later."