Fontcest Sin Novels & Stories

I took off my sunglasses as I stood within a foot of Alessandro. "HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHITBALLS FUCKITY FUCK!" Antonio said, loud enough that people all around us glared in our direction. Alessandro lodged the cigar between his lips and finally looked at me. He was also wearing sunglasses, but I could see the shock washing over him. Our eyes met, and I flashed him a grin. Shock transformed into a rage fit in a mere second.

He assured and tapped my shoulder. In the Combat Zone, my name is Frost, the leader of The Mist. Ken is Cent, Kristopher is Top, Mark is Bill, and Mike is Kid. Just like us, other Sins have their own groups and names. Following the original rule made by the fourth king, there is a dominant rule under inside the Combat Zone. ‘Use of Orikami is forbidden.’

They both asked curiously. “He was beautiful,” I said, sounding out of breath. “What?” Felix asked, shocked by how I sounded. “He’s as beautiful as they say. He’s prettier than when the moon and the stars come out. He’s skin is fairer than anything I have seen. His eyes are big and glistening. He’s freckles sit so perfectly on his face. The way his hair falls and covers part of his eyes, he looks like he’d fallen from the sky. He-“

My eyes dipped lower to his cock which was standing proudly. His dick was heavy and hard. My throat went dry. He was bigger than I had ever imagined in all of my fantasies combined. His dick was curved slightly. The organ promised what I knew would definitely be a good time. I couldn't wait to have him inside me. "Come here," he beckoned. I moved without thinking. His hands were rough and urgent, descending on me without any form of finesse. But I loved it because Michael Bolton wasn’t actually being cold to me anymore.

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He was just as she thought strong, scary, and always gets what he wants. But tonight she made him want something he could not have right away. A small, cold smile came to her lips. The game had begun. Across the city, Donato was not smiling. He sat in the back of his black SUV. One hand rested on Sofia’s leg as the car drove fast through the streets. Sofia was his favorite girl right now. She was on her knees between his legs. Her mouth was busy sucking his cock. “Take it deeper,” Donato said in a low, hard voice. He pushed her head down harder. He fucked her mouth with slow, strong moves. Sofia made small choking sounds but kept going. Her eyes got wet as she sucked him hard.

I don’t know why, but seeing her on Jess’s sheets annoys me. So I walk over and pull her up. @font-face{ font-family:"Times New Roman"; }@font-face{ font-family:"宋体"; }@font-face{ font-family:"Calibri"; }p.MsoNormal{ mso-style-name:正文; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0pt; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:none; text-align:justify; text-justify:inter-ideograph; font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family:宋体;

I summon my courage and look up. And there he is, like the king of the underworld, walking out of the dark, his hands stained with blood, and the other hand clutching the throat of one of the thugs. He really appeared, it's him, the king of hell, Leonardo Cassano. A demon who became my salvation tonight.

Damian? I knew that face. It was impossible to forget what he looked like. The perfectly sculpted jawline, the sharp cheekbones, the arrogant slant of his brows. His hazel eyes stared down at me—cold, unreadable, calculating. He studied me with those eyes, eyes that make me want to squirm and hide behind a wall where they could not burn through me, but my feet had grown roots in seconds making it hard for me to move. His tousled dark hair fell over his forehead like it always did in school, just messy enough to look deliberate. He hadn’t changed. Just grown more dangerous.