His Sinful Possession Novels & Stories

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face almost tenderly. “You should have left me,” he whispered. “Now you’ll suffer for it.” Then, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. And for the first time, she saw what had taken hold of him. A shadow coiled deep within his irises, writhing and twisting like living darkness. It wasn’t just controlling him—it was him now. A realization slammed into her with the force of a tidal wave. He’s been claimed. A soul-bound possession. A magic so ancient and so dangerous that no one who had ever been fully consumed by it had returned.

Lord, I know I’m going to regret this, but please, help me anyway. “Alright, fine! I’ll go with you!” The moment I said that, I felt like I wanted to take my words back. “HAHA I’m the winner! No takebacks, Alina Ysabelle Allard!” And with that, I thought I saw Lucifer in Veronica’s smile.

But instead, I gave her the one thing I knew would wreck her. "You’re mine, Tamara," I said, my voice low but hard. "Your brother owes me. That's the answer to your fucking question." Her mouth parted slightly. Like I’d just slapped her. She let the silence sit there for a second, the weight of my words crashing over her. "So you’re holding us both prisoner?" Her voice cracked on the last word, and that shit went straight through me. "I’m just some tool to get back at him?" I stared at her. Swallowed hard. "Your brother's debt... You're mine. That’s never changed. You are just collateral."

"But for many, it is even a greater sin to knowingly live possessed by the devil." "Oh, please," Sheri snorted. "Possessed by the devil is nothing more than a semantic excuse for not having any self-control and giving in to baser instincts that harm yourself and/or others. Being weak is not being possessed by the devil, if there is even such an entity, it's just being weak and using the devil as the bogeyman to blame for that weakness."

“They’re gone. Completely gone. And you, Sophia, are the reason. God only knows what kind of spell you’ve put on me, but every time I touch you I feel like a complete sinner—and I absolutely love it. I never imagined, not even in my wildest dreams, that I would enjoy committing the same sins again and again, but I do. And it feels so damn right.” His words sent a blaze of desire rushing through her entire body. She had meant to make him lose control, but now she felt herself teetering on the edge as well. He was intoxicating—like a dangerous drug she could not resist. “You know, I once heard that once you commit the greatest sin, nothing else you do afterward counts as sinful anymore,” she w

Lucien roared in his ear. His fist slammed into Adrian’s abdomen. “Lucien, stop!” I begged. He didn’t. “You may have brainwashed Cynthia,” he snarled, “but Aurora... I will not let you take her away from me” His voice turned lethal. “She is my daughter. My possession. And I never let go of what’s mine.” My blood ran cold. “I will have her,” he raved, “one way or another. And I won’t hesitate to stain my hands with blood to take back what belongs to me.”

“Your body knows who it belongs to…” I wanted to deny it, to push him away, but my body betrayed me. My nipples were hard, straining against the fabric of my dress. My pussy was wet, my thighs slick with my arousal. He leaned in, his mouth capturing mine in a fierce, possessive kiss. I moaned against his lips, my body melting into his. Then he broke the kiss, his breath ragged. “I can smell your arousal, Katarina,” he growled. “I can see it in your eyes. You want more. You want me to fuck you right here, right now. Don’t you?”

I continued, “we tell ourselves we are stronger than temptation. We tell ourselves we can endure it, stand near it, even taste it, and not be changed.” Ezreal’s lips curved. Just slightly. He knew I was speaking about him. And he loved it. I swallowed hard, trying to hold myself together. “But sin does not knock once. It lingers. It seduces. It waits for the moment your guard drops. And when it does—it owns you.” The words weren’t for them anymore. They were for me. Because I was owned. By him. By the memory of his hands. By the sound of his voice when he whispered things no priest should ever hear.

His left hand held my hair taut in his hands and his other hand continued moving sensually along my body, not giving me reprieve, just increasing the lust I felt. “Please? What exactly are you begging for Angel?” He asked his right hand now moving to my nipple, rubbing it sensually from atop the flimsy shirt I wore “Oh God, I need you to ease the ache, please, please I need it” “How bad?” He asked, kneeling before me, successfully caging me in. “Very bad, please Alex, please” I cried as he continued rubbing and pinching my already pebbled nipple. “Since you asked so nicely, I guess I can take you out of your misery, spread your legs Lois” he whispered into my ear.

My chest tightened. “You’re just scared of what people would say.” I opened my mouth to deny it. But no words came out. Because yes. I was scared. Scared of how fast this was happening. Scared of wanting him this much. Scared that I was already losing control. Scared of what the world would say. I was scared of everything that has to do with this sinful desire burning in my veins. Sebastian stared at me for one long second before speaking again. “The next time you kiss me…”