Goth X Palette Sin Novels & Stories

It pressed against Jun’s skin, a physical weight that made the fine hairs on his arms stand up. Jun risked a glance upward through his lashes. Min looked like a statue carved from obsidian and ice. The morning light, filtered through the rain-streaked floor-to-ceiling windows, washed him in cold greys. He was wearing a fresh white shirt now, crisp and unwrinkled, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle, the kind of muscle built through violence. He hated to admit it, but the sight of those sleeve tattoos pushed Min's sexiness to a 100/10. Every time he saw Min on his private social media page, he tried to make out the tattoos.

Sasha had insisted on that—one for her father, one for every name she’d written into the ledger of loss. Nico stood waiting beneath the awning, the evening light slicing across his face, softening the sharp edges that war had carved there. He wasn’t dressed as a Don tonight. Just a man—black suit, open collar, hands unarmed and waiting. When Sasha appeared at the top of the stairs, every sound seemed to dissolve. Her gown wasn’t traditional—nothing about her ever was. It was sleek, silver-gray satin, shaped to strength instead of fragility, her hair swept up and pinned with a single crystal comb. She looked like something divine had remembered it was mortal.

The smell of it filled my nose completely: sweet, filthy, unmistakably ours. “Goddamn, she’s gushing everywhere,” Preston panted, his hand flying fast on his cock. The wet, rhythmic glide of skin on skin was loud and frantic. “Look at that cream around your base, dude—she’s fucking milking you. Ruin her. Make that pussy remember who it belongs to.”

"Is there an actual purpose to your visit, or are you just here to mess with the staff?" "I am here for my private supply." Lot's voice drops to a gravelly, explicit whisper. "And right now, you are the only thing in this room that makes my blood boil." "The premium synthetics are in the back vault," Mike says, his pulse throbbing in his neck. "I do not want the synthetics." Lot stretches out his arm, his rough fingers brushing against Mike's thick wrist. The touch sends a direct jolt of electricity straight to Mike's core. He gasps, his hips jerking slightly forward against the metal counter. Lot notices the micro-reaction immediately, a dark, wicked smile spreading across his face.

But it was all good because I saw another version of Draven, he killed them with his hands and compensated them by sending the bodies to hell. They were reducing and I thanked my stars because all of this would soon be over and I'll check on Lucian whom we haven't even caught a whimp of his scent around. It was all going good until I saw him, another personality that looked like he emerged from a dark corner of light. His hair was silver, The root of his Irises flint purple and his height was so intimidating.

I continue crying until my eyes sting and the tears no longer come out. I look at the corner where my beautiful dress is on the mannequin, I get up out of the blue and take the ice pick in my hand, not caring about anything but the pain inside me that I need to drain one way or another. I start tearing the fabrics and lace that make up the garment, then with my own hands, I continue to do the work until there are no more than scraps left on the floor.

Anything to anchor me before I would finally tear my helpless self apart. That was when I stumbled into the wrong part of the bar in my sexual haze. Or maybe the right part. This was a private area which had doors that were left wide open. The music here was different. Deeper. Sensual. And a quick glance around informed me that it was a masquerade party. The bodies moving on the dance floor had faces covered in paint, masks or glitter. The atmosphere was tense. Suddenly, my skin prickled. The hair at the back of my neck stood on end as I felt eyes on me.

She tried to close them suddenly shy. “Xavier…” “Let me taste you.” I parted her with my thumbs and licked her in one long, slow stroke. She tasted sweet, salty and perfect. I devoured her, tongue fucking into her, lapping at her clit, sucking until she was writhing again, her hand fisted in my hair. Her second orgasmhit even harder, thighs trembling around my head, a broken cry tearing from her throat. When I finally rose up on my knees, shoving my pants down, she watched me with glazed eyes, lips swollen from biting them.

It's a shame, really, when people like that get away with so much, isn't it? She nodded vigorously, her blue eyes flashing. "Exactly!'' "They really seem like bad people don't do think miss....'' "Sophia,'' She said, ''Sophia Burgundy'' I nodded and introduced myself. "You may call me Caleb, Miss Sophia'' "Caleb huh? Why are you so interested in Alex and that asshole professor anyway?" "Because, Sophia,'' I took a step closer ignoring the brief look of alarm on her face, ''I despise Tristan Walker and Alexander Mongroove as much as you do and I want them exposed for what they are''

"I know. I shouldn't have done that but I can't help it. You have no idea how hard this is. I love her and i know she loves me too..." "Then that should be enough for now." April cuts him off and he just nodded his head before getting up from the bed. I watch as the two Thompsons got back to work. April kept on explaining to the camera as she took my measurements and Zeus was examining his new eyeshadow palette and taking notes to make sure that it is absolutely perfect before the launch party on New year. I took a glance at the pallet on his desk and boy, does it look magnificent. It's not too big. The pallet is five by ten with bright colors that I've been told shines a different shade und