His Sinful Possession Novels & Stories

“‘Everyone comes naked from their mother’s womb.’ That phrase is straight out of the Bible, Hilary. When people—even you and me—came into this world, we were immaculate and uninhibited. But as mere human beings, we are also weak and curious. These things are etched in our nature. And the moment we enter this worldly realm, we give in to the false trappings and disassociate ourselves from our original essence. We sin. There are thousands and thousands of ways that we sin, but the most destructive and root of it all that impedes us from our spiritual progress are the seven deadly ones.” He groped her right breast with his right hand. She yelped a cry. “You have really nice breasts. I bet a lot

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

He had already made a decision, but he was afraid that his heart would overpower his rational mind. He had a lot of questions for himself, questions that he couldn't answer. He was looking forward to seeing Carnation. He wanted to tell her that his feelings were more than just admiration. He wanted to take her away from Wregan. He only wants Carnation for himself! But a part of him believes it's a selfish move. Then he hears a voice in his head telling him that women are pure evil, and Carnation is already causing havoc in his entire system. This is totally wrong! He needs to get away from all of this bullshit. He wants to make amends with his f*ck'n self and return to his former self. His c

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

Just the sight of her was enough to help him find his release as he moves his hands up and down his hard shaft. "See what you've made me do?" He said after a deep groan staring at his hands full of cums. "I don't know how it will be but... You will pay for this." He said in a promising tone, "I will make you so addicted to my sinful self and lust in the desire of my flesh, I will make you find sin so good and perfect, only then, will I be able to bury you in the depth of hell, together with me"

“While I can still feel the truth driving into me.” His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real. “She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.” Lydia swallowed hard. “And?” “She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.” “What is the Seventh Sin?” He brushed her hair from her face. “It’s not just power, Lydia. It’s addiction. Once you touch it, you crave it. You beg for it. You lose yourself in it.”

“What I saw just now was him undermining me in front of her. Possessiveness isn’t respect, it’s weakness.” Roman finally turned his head, his eyes glacial as they landed on the elder man. “Weakness,” he repeated slowly, “is letting your daughter taunt and defy you without consequence. Possessiveness...” his gaze slid deliberately back to Elena, lingering on the curve of her smirk, the fire in her eyes “...is knowing no one else will ever dare touch her.” The words slashed through the room like a brand. Mr. Sinclair bristled, his lips curling as though he wanted to spit curses at the billionaire. But Mrs. Sinclair tightened her grip, whispering urgently in his ear.

Compliancy runs in my veins and is etched in my muscles. "She's a goddess." Alessio moves closer. "She represents a lot of things along with empowerment." Steps carefree and voice dry, he stops when he's standing so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. "Ask me more about her, Nicole." It's a demand rather than a statement and so utterly powerful that I find my cries quieting down and a small noise escapes my throat urging him to continue. "She was violent and bloodthirsty, defeated many demons that others couldn't."

My body betrays me and lets him in. I'm tasting him. It's delicious. That's the word I can use to describe his mouth. It's like we're both struggling to devour the other faster. Then I win, I think. I lower my back to the ground, knees on the floor and undo the rest of his belt. This will be great for Never Have I Ever. I'm sure by now my conscience is dead since it doesn't bother reminding me how wrong this is. I don't wait for revival, I steady one hand on his thigh, the other on the base of his cock then slowly wrap my lips around the head.