Empire Of Sin Book Novels & Stories

The once proud Don then sat in the shadows, unshaven, his eyes sunken, looking like a broken man. Someone stumbled in, his voice filled with despair. "Don… our last restaurants and shipping companies… they're gone too. The banks are calling in debts, and our enemies are already waiting outside." Vincent did not move. He looked like a statue. "And… and…" the man's voice shook as if he might break down. "We just received news… Sofia… she had a miscarriage… in the dungeon…" Vincent's eyes finally moved. Empty. No grief, no anger. Just a hollow, lifeless stillness.

Something they had in common, they were dominators and wanted to dominate galaxies, worlds, dimensions among the conquerors. What they couldn't conquer was a lady, a companion and a queen, at least someone who had sex with them, but who didn't die in the process. Erebo sucked the soul out of the bodies of his sexual partners. Due to this, many knew that the joining of the alliance between the three emperors and conquerors would yield the best and the largest and most evolved technology they could know. Chronos sucked the life energy when they had sex. Chaos sucked the brains of his partners with his tentacles.

Even here, in silk and lace, I am not entirely tamed. And just like that, I know there’s no turning back. I swallow hard. My chest stiffens, but not with fear this time. Something else flickers...Something sharp. My body reacts before my mind does. “Keep it together,” I murmur under my breath. “He doesn’t know you. He doesn’t own you.” And yet… he has already claimed pieces of me. Not with words, not with love, but with the weight of his attention. With the gaze that sees everything and concedes nothing.

He leaned back up crossing his legs. "What does your daughter have to do with me?" I asked leaning back in my chair and intertwining my hands. "Just what I said it's a proposal." He smiled snapping his fingers as the bald brutish man sat a small red box in front of him. "I want you to marry her, seal our family together forever, a bond. So my territory will be yours, you don't have to move in and when I'm gone, you can take over, I have no son." He opened up the red box and took out a princess-cut diamond ring, as he put it on the tip of his index finger.

LYRA I wasn’t safe here, that much I knew and with the new incursion of these men, it was only a matter of time before everything came crashing down on me, that is if it hadn’t already at this time especially with the way Sinclair’s men were running helter skelter, trying to make sure they secured some places. At this point, Sinclair was burning red with rage and I could practically see him trying to control his wolf to not take over. If that happened, it would be worse than anything we had ever seen. He had a temper on a normal day and with this, we would never see the light of a new day. “Take her away, lock her up in one of the rooms.” he barked.

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..”

ARC 24 : Winter Break TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit step-incest erotica, intense power-exchange fantasies, masturbation, degradation mixed with praise,restraint, forced orgasm, dirty talk), Mature readers only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, taboo fiction. ------ Emily's POV I pulled my suitcase through the deep snow struggling. It was past eleven at night, and the cabin looked like something out of a Christmas card. Funny enough ,I hated Christmas Even more so the cold,it made it impossible for my glasses to just stay put.

“Any man who couldn’t make a woman like you lose control doesn’t deserve to touch you. Look at you, Natasha. You’re trembling right now and I’ve barely touched you.” He was right. I was trembling. My breasts felt heavy, sensitive. I could feel my juices slowly soaking through my panties, threatening to drip down my inner thighs. Sinclair stepped even closer, his body inches from mine. I could see the thick ridge of his cock straining against his shorts now, long and heavy, the head outlined clearly. My mouth watered. I imagined dropping to my knees, pulling those shorts down, and taking him deep into my throat until I gagged and drooled. “I keep thinking about you,” I confessed, the words sl

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination, “I understand your reservations. I can’t promise I’ll always be perfect. Especially when we’re back in DC. Many things about myself will never change. The way I practice law, the way I run my empire. Those are all absolutes in my life. But I want you at my side, ruling with me. I want you to be my Queen. Then, I can protect you and make sure you’re always taken care of." Lying side by side on our bed, the weight of our conversation hung heavily in the air. I couldn't shake the nagging doubts that festered in my mind. I knew Adrian's dark past all too well, and it was a shadow that cast a long and unsettling presence over our relationship. I watc

SILAS’S POV Right above the Escape Club was my floor. It was secluded from all the ruckus down there. The music, the noise, the fights and all. It was like a fucking sanctuary, and yet it gave me so much pleasure to hear that tiny gasp slip from Imogen’s lips when I led her to my bedroom. Or my dungeon as I would rather call it. The only similarity between the room and a bedroom was the presence of a bed. King sized bed to be precise, with white sheets all ready to be married.