Empire Of Sin Book の小説・ストーリー

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.

Giovanni bleated as his face began to turn a shade of red, slamming his fist down on the table. "Do not come into my place of business and make demands of me Giovanni Ricci, I am not my father, whatever accord you had with him, you do not have with me. I can make your entire world crumble," I said loudly as I sat up staring at the obese man in front of me. "Not that it hasn't started to anyway, I mean who knows how much longer you have until you or your empire is around," I waved my hand in the air as I let my eyes wander about. "I came to know if you thought about joining our houses," Giovanni spoke up after a few minutes with his eyes closed.

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..”

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.

“Not boring. Not safe. I want to feel alive again.” Sinclair’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. His cock twitched visibly between us. The late-night quiet wrapped around us like a secret, the thin walls of the building suddenly feeling like they barely existed. I could hear his breathing, deep and controlled, and I wondered if he could hear how fast my heart was racing, how wet I was becoming with every passing second.

Amelia shook her head in disbelief then replied, "That's not what I'm saying. All I know is that there are certain laws that everyone needs to abide by. You can't just break the law and expect nothing bad to happen. That's why I'm here, Adrian, because I believe justice should be done according to the law." "That's stupid and naïve. Nothing gets done legally in this world," I responded, "Look at my win record. It speaks for itself. There's a reason that my name spoken in a room makes people cower in fear. I'm the fucking King of DC, Amelia. You'll never walk the line and accomplish what I've accomplished." "No, you're a criminal. You hurt people to get what you want," she replied. As I appro

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.