His Sinful Possession Novels & Stories

“I had a deal boss, I just had to see if I grant your request by getting an escort with the money you sent. I wanted her as fifth wife but she looked special and I had bring her here. If she's not okay, I'll try and re–” “She's perfect!” He growled and grinned, kicking the table filled with bottles of gin, alcohols, smoke and all forms of hard drugs.. It was a fucking gang and a big one at that because the moment I saw his full height and a visible face, I knew I saw him without Silvio before. “She will be good fuck too, thanks Dart. You'll be getting a promotion too.” He grinned and squat before me and my lips trembled. I feel disgusted staring at him, I want to run or let the earth swallow

The Lord doesn't accept the prayers of a sinner,” Roman whispered. "I'm not a sinner,” Sophia managed to hug her knees. “I’m not a sinner," "You were born a sinner, Sophia,” Alecia said again. “Chase told that to you. He did! Your parents were sinners! The man who kills for you is a sinner! The world you were born into is that of sinners! Everyone around you are sinners! That makes you a sinner!" "Please stop it,” Sophia covered her ears and placed her forehead on her knees. “I’m not a sinner. It doesn't mean I'm a sinner,"

“You want me to tell you—” “Confess,” he butts in, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “I want you to tell me the truth. You wanted me to find you like this, didn’t you? That you like being my dirty, fucking secret, my dirty slut. Confess all your sins to your very own devil.” That word again, rubbing me in all the places I never knew I needed. Being degraded, pushed beneath his metaphorical hold on me, while also chasing his approval, wanting to tell him to make him want me just as terribly as I want him.

Father asked, but the whole room was silent. I got up slowly and cleared my throat. “I have something to say. I am very honoured that I'm about to reclaim my title, but there is something I wish we would change. The rule where we'd have to kill the woman we have in order to gain our 09 fortune. Let's abolish it; I can't bring myself to do that to a woman who loves me. I couldn't do that last time because I fell in love with my wife, I fell in love with her deeply, and I couldn't bring myself to kill her. The guilt would kill me eventually, so I intentionally let her go to protect her.

“God won’t be angry, Naomi. You think He cares about one sip of alcohol? That’s just your parents filling your head with sermons to make your life miserable.” The words stabbed sharper than the music. She twisted her fingers together under the table, staring at the drink. One sip. Just one. Was it really such a sin? “Tell me,” Nick continued, his voice softer now, coaxing. “Do you want to spend your whole life trapped? Your freedom twisted by your parents until you’re nothing but a puppet? Or…” He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. “Do you trust me—the one who will marry you at the end?”

The scent of temptation, of pure, unadulterated sin. “Oh, I think you do,” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. “You’re a vessel, Rose. A beautiful, untouched vessel. And you’re brimming with unspent devotion. It’s a sin, you know. To waste such… potential. To deny the very essence of your being. Your pussy is twitching, isn’t it, little whore?”

And I was no exception. My fingers trailed down her thigh, slow and hungry, until I reached her center already soaked, pulsing, aching. She was ready for me, but I wasn’t in a rush. No, I needed to savor her, worship every inch of her sinful body like it was my last chance on earth. I attacked her neck with kisses and nips, marking her not just out of lust, but out of something deeper, darker, Possession. I need the world to know she is mine, I need her to never forget it.

His ring pressed into my hip every time his hand gripped me. I hated how much I loved it. “Look at me,” he said. I opened my eyes. His gaze burned into mine, darker than it had ever been. There was no softness here. No sweetness. Only possession. Every thrust drove the truth deeper — this wasn’t love. It was need. It was sin. “You’ll remember this every time you see me with her,” he whispered. My breath broke. “You’re cruel.” He thrust harder. “You like it.”

He was the only person on this earth I could ever wish ill upon, and every single second of my hatred was his fault. First, there was the kiss—his filthy lips a violation, defiling everything I held sacred. It wasn't a kiss of passion, but an act of conquest, a declaration that my body was his to take. Then he corrupted the head nun, his influence twisting her pure intentions and turning her into a pawn in his sick game. He insulted my God and me with every breath, and finally, he committed the most unforgivable sin of all: he kidnapped me. He dragged me into this place where every shadow holds a new threat, where danger lurks around every corner. This was a world of sin, and he was its king

"You assume you are infertile. But perhaps it is your husbands who are infertile. It is their seed that is cursed, not your womb." He paused, letting the words sink in. " And my cock…" he touched himself, "my cock is a Holy cock. Blessed by my god. It carries the power to open what has been closed." She stared at him, her mind reeling. This is wrong and insane. But another voice whispered inside her. What if this is the answer? She looked at him; he looked back. "I know it sounds strange," he said. "But faith is strange, is it not? The ways of my god are not our ways."