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– And he will gain part of that innocent person’s wishes. - Both will be taken to their kingdoms, both the person who was sacrificed and those who sacrificed them. - Said. - Why would a blessed soul practice sin? – Asked Lucifer. - For the greatest and oldest of sins. - Said the voice. - Greed is pride, avarice is gluttony, and pride is beyond lying. - Said the voice. Greed will be used. – We will give a wealth equal to the greed of the world. - Said. – If you win.

“She. Is. Fucking. Mine.” I thread the spell into her myself when she pretend to sleep. Black ribbons curled beneath her skin, she didn’t feel it, but if she hadn’t been playing her pathetic game I’m sure she would have fought, glared in that way before trying to claw my eyes out. The connection locked into place far too easily, an ancient thing that had been lay in wait. Pain, rage, I should be able to feel her. There is just a vast impossible silence where she should be.

“Possessed. Claimed. Take what you vowed to renounce.” His rhythm faltered for a heartbeat at her words—then surged. One arm banded around her waist, pulling her upright so her back pressed to his chest. His free hand slid beneath the bodice of her habit, cupping her breast, thumb circling the peak until she whimpered. “Tell me to stop,” he said hoarsely. “Command me in the name of your vows. Make me remember who I am.” She turned her head, lips brushing his jaw. “I won’t. Because I want the man beneath the white. The sinner. The one who still hungers.”

“This body is my temple. And I’m going to worship in it every single day. You’re going to be my secret, my sinner, my cock-slut. Forever.” He fucked me hard and deep, his hands gripping my hips, his balls slapping against me with every brutal thrust. The cross on the rosary dug into my throat, a constant, choking reminder of my submission. I was lost in a haze of pain and pleasure, of sin and a twisted sort of salvation. I was his. I was completely and utterly his. And as he came inside me, his hot cum filling me, a final, possessive claim, I knew I would never, ever be able to go back. I was damned. And I was his.

He taunted playfully, squeezing my right tit, enjoying the way I squirmed under his touch. I snapped my eyes back to him, hands curling around his neck. Smirking, he lifted my T-shirt up exposing me in most vulnerable ways. “Wow” he clarified, jaw tight as he stared at my pussy. “I have almost forgotten how beautiful you are.” “Rowan, Forget what I said.” I said immediately. Too quickly. “Fuck me.” “Fuck who?” “Use me, chew me up, ruin me just fucking drill me,” I said. “Please.”

Nico was every ounce of bad he had claimed to be but right now, I wouldn’t want it any other way. He placed the cold, hard steel of the knife against my lips. “Because you’re my addiction, Lila. My obsession. I’m not letting you go, and neither is the beast inside me.” My skin was instantly electrified, my mind reeling with his words, my body whimpering with the need to be touched by him. Was I so far gone that such dark words made me lust for the wickedness that pulsed through his veins, waking the blackness I’d always known hid deep inside the depths of my soul? The more time I spent with him, the more I embraced the side of me I kept hidden for so long. The easier it became to just give i

It is often a sign of recognition. Irresistible Sin is written for readers who understand that morality is not always black and white. That people can hold strong values and still falter. That love can be sincere even when it is complicated. And that sometimes the hardest battles are not between good and evil, but between restraint and truth. This is also a story that respects emotional boundaries. While it explores desire, connection, and temptation, it does so with intention. The focus is not on excess, but on meaning. On what it feels like to want something deeply, to resist it earnestly, and to question who you become in the process.

He sat back on the couch, settling her in his lap, her legs splayed over his, pussy clenching around him in aftershocks. The firelight danced over their sweat-slicked skin, casting shadows that highlighted the bruises blooming on her breasts and thighs. Elina's eyes remained closed, face slack with bliss, her head lolling against his shoulder. Gently, almost tenderly, he brushed damp strands of hair from her face, thumb tracing her swollen lips. "My perfect obsession," he murmured to himself, leaning back against the cushions, the weight of her grounding him. In that moment, he silently thanked whatever cruel fate had delivered her to him, not for love, but for this endless, carnal possessio

She stepped into the quiet hallway, the lock clicked shut behind her with a sound that felt final. Nora leaned against the cold wall pressing her hand on her chest, while breathing hard like she had just escaped from being eaten by a wild animal. Her legs felt weak. Between her thighs she was already soaked, the thin fabric of her underwear clinging uncomfortably to her skin. Every place he had almost touched still tingled with leftover heat. She swallowed hard, closing her eyes. Tomorrow is going to really be a rough one she taught. She was already forbidden from touching herself. And now she's left with the punishment of spending the entire night aching for the moment that door would be lo

“We never touched. But I dreamed about him every night. Imagined him fucking me in the chapel… on his knees for me too. When he transferred away, I couldn’t pray anymore. I touched myself thinking of him while wearing the collar. That’s why I left. I was already damned.” Seong growled possessively. He rose up, lined up again, and sank back in with one smooth thrust, cum squelching obscenely. “That’s my good little sinner,” he praised, voice rougher now. “You’re mine now. No other man gets to live in that filthy head.”