Empire Of Sin Book Novels & Stories

On what it feels like to want something deeply, to resist it earnestly, and to question who you become in the process. If you have ever loved quietly, feared deeply, or chosen silence over confession, you may recognize yourself in these pages. If you have ever carried emotions that did not fit into the expectations placed upon you, you may feel understood here. And if you have never experienced those feelings, this story invites you to witness them with empathy. As the author, I believe stories are not instructions. They are conversations. Irresistible Sin does not tell you what to think. It invites you to sit with questions. To listen. To feel. To reflect.

We were alone, and I felt like I had entered a cage with a man who had the power to do whatever he wanted. The both of us, locked in a room in the highest floor of a prestigious hotel. It was beautiful, elegant and the perfect place to unleash my inner whore. Even in my heels, Damian towered over me. He was bigger then me, stronger. His muscles strained underneath his shirt, tensing whenever he moved. He reached me, standing a few inches away with a predatory gaze traveling down my body. He was close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from him. I made a mistake of taking an apprehensive step back.

“Hey! Everything all right at home? I think you're reading lots of erotic books.” “Don't play dumb, you know what I'm talking about, there's a bruise over here” she says pointing to my shoulder. damn, how did I not see it? “And it's not precisely the one you get when you get hit, so talk to me. “Okay,” I say, raising my hands in surrender, “Do you remember last night at the restaurant, there was a red-haired man and a girl who seems to be his wife, at a table near us?”

And their chant, now boisterous and heartless as it echoed off the glass and steel canyon, was a blade to his heart. "NO SIN IN POWER! NO SIN IN POWER!" The slogans were biblical, but straightforward. They sliced through the convoluted web of his life with Joe—the mentorship, the business relationship, the love, the tragedy—distilling it down to one, virulent word: Sin. He looked out at the throng. And then he saw them. Waved aloft, like flags of battle, were copies of Melissa's book. The cover, a melancholy, soft-focused face of her, was unmistakable. Married to the Protégé. From here, they looked like a cloud of deadly butterflies.

Freya almost didn’t go back. She spent the week telling herself it had been a one-time mistake. A strange, filthy night she could put behind her. But every time she sat at her desk and glanced toward Callum’s office, her body remembered. The way he’d held her open. The slow, thorough way he’d licked her. How full she’d felt when he finally pushed inside. By Thursday the second black card was already in her bag again. She took a different cab this time. The same woman checked her in, handed her a new blindfold, and pointed down the hall.

he murmured. I was. I couldn’t stop it. My wrists flexed uselessly under his grip. Every breath smelled like him—sweat and sex and the faint trace of my mother’s perfume still clinging to his skin. The wrongness of it sat heavy in my gut, but it only made my cock harder. One taste wouldn't be so bad. It wouldn't hurt to share what was my mother's. He finally pushed one finger in.

And only then did I realize this wasn’t just a club. It was an empire. Private sections separated by velvet ropes and glass corridors. VIP rooms are guarded like restricted zones. Wealth was boldly showcased everywhere—on clothes, on watches, on faces. I couldn't believe there was even an open section where beautiful, skinny girls danced and swayed their hips while they'd no clothes on.

He wasn’t trying to please me; he was claiming me, punishing me, and losing himself in the sin. And God help me, I loved it. The mere force of it, the taboo, the danger, the size of him filling me so completely—it ignited a fire in me I didn’t know existed. I met his thrusts, pushing back, encouraging him with filthy whispers. “That’s it… fuck me… just like you fuck her…”

Tears filled my eyes as they replayed in my head. “My brother was a disgusting pervert, an abnormal freak who had also been possessed by a demon of lust,” I said in a small voice. “He said those words over and over to me till it stuck in my head, as if they were directed at me.” My mind replayed the way I had felt whenever he had opened his mouth to say even a word. And I would feel it deep down inside of my chest. Aiden the disgusting, the pervert, the freak and the demon possessed.

She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired. Damon opened the door without knocking. He entered the room wearing black pyjamas bottoms. His chest was bare. Ara stared at his sculpted body. Damn, he had such a sexy shape. “Tonight’s chapter is about a cold billionaire who becomes obsessed with the erotic writer under his roof. He fucks her in every corner of his domain. He ruins her until she understands she belongs to him completely.” "That sounds very familiar," Ara smiled. "So I expect you to do a good job."