Greed And Gluttony Novels & Stories

I mumbled "So that's your problem? Hunger? You're giving me shit to eat just because you're hungry? Wow!" He exclaimed. No lies, I was really hungry but, I meant every word of what I had said. If he thinks it was hunger talking, he has something different coming for him. Okay that felt wrong. I don't mean coming, like coming... you know what? Forget it.

He winked. I had reached a point where I could not hit him with a vase or something. He was literally on top of my nerves. “I pray you rot in hell,” “Well, it seems like you’re rotting in my hell,” I hated this man’s nerves. No doubt he was an expert in manipulating innocents and his evilness must be the reason for such riches he had because he cared none about the people suffering because of him. “What do you mean?” I blatantly asked.

I sighed when he removed his hand and watched with widening eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, licking off every bit of me. “And she still tastes like heaven,” he murmured, spinning me so he can kiss me. “Heaven doesn’t have a taste,” I argued against his lips. “It sure does. And it’s you.” His hands slid into my hair. “You taste like a heaven full of sins, something that’s bad but at the same time far too good to give up.” “What kind of sins?” I teased, running my hands down his sides. “Temptation and greed. Two things that will be my downfall. You’re far too tempting and I’m far too greedy to ever stop being tempted.”

Well, if you can put it that way. “ You know me well little girl,----- “ He intentionally pauses what he was about to say then stared at me with intimacy. “ I’m the sin of greed. I’m greedy. Very greedy. “ He added that made my heart melt with his hotness. Goodness gracious! How can this man be so territorial and sexy? A greedy person is indeed a sinner, but why does he look so cool even with his sinner personality? Instead of being turned off, the feeling inside of me can’t get over his words. The power and authority was there while his eyes were so catchy like him.

Her life turned upside down when one night she broke one of her rules and slept with the most deadliest man she can ever encounter, unintentionally. Lorenzo Bianchi, has everything, from riches to women, from wealth to control. At the young age of twenty-seven, he has achieved what is described as nearly impossible for rest. He’s the kind of man who can put a bullet through your head before you could even take a breath. Looks of a God and eyes of the devil, he rules darkest alleys of hell.

Seth was shocked as to where I had gotten such courage from. I mean, I was drunk in his scent and clearly wasn’t thinking properly, but his saying I should go ahead was where I understood he wanted it too. "Seth, look at where we are. Do you think God will want to see that from two fornicators?” I asked, and Seth burst out laughing. “Fornicators? So that is who we are now. I have never felt sin be this good before. You think maybe he will forgive us so easily?” Seth asked as he looked around the chapel.

Not to my quiet house, not to my respectable life. I'd belong to the craving, to the filth, to cocks and the kind of sin that eats you whole. But was I really about to fuck a man at a public restroom?

Killing was a second nature to them, a simple chore, and I doubted they even felt like they were doing something wrong. The nuns in the church were right all along; greed and power are a consuming fire. They turn humans into monsters, making them do absolutely anything to fill their endless desires. The prime, horrific example of that saying was sitting right in front of me, at the head of a table of murderers.

The veins on her neck visibly tightened as she stared at me in disbelief. “Are you dumb, or wasn't it obvious?” I seethed with a sneer. “I might be desperately in need of money, but that doesn't mean I'm going to keep begging you to take me back at this restaurant. And also, I won't respect you anymore because respect, they say, is reciprocal.” I added, burning with rage as my voice grew louder with every passing second.

Her innocent eyes would water as she gagged on Daddy's thick meat like the eager little slut she was born to be. I stormed to her rooom, my pulse pounded like a war drum, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. I didn't knock, instead I fucking burst through the door. The wood slammed against the wall as raw hunger clawed at my gut. Holy fuck! There she was, my Elena, my forbidden obsession. She was splayed out like a pornstar goddess on her rumpled pink sheets, completely bare and glistening. Her creamy skin flushed pink with arousal. Full, perky tits rose and fell in heaving gasps, nipples stiff as diamonds begging to be sucked raw. Legs shamelessly hooked over the edge of the bed,