His Sinful Possession Novels & Stories

I begged, pushing back to meet him, overwhelmed by the raw pleasure. "Not yet," he teased, one hand snaking around to circle my clit without mercy, denying me release even as he fucked my pussy deeper. "Beg louder. Let me hear how much you love being my slut." "Please, Sir! Fuck me, ruin me—I love it, love you owning me! More, I need more!" My whimpers turned to pleas, my body trembling. His thrusts picked up a notch, each one grinding against that spot inside me that made my vision blur. The burn in my ass had morphed into a throbbing ache of pure need, his thick cock stretching me wide, claiming every inch with possessive strokes.

“You think kidnapping me will break him? He doesn’t care about anything but power.” Lucian’s smirk deepened. “That’s where you’re wrong, princess. Your father may not care about you, but he cares about what you represent.” He set his glass down and walked toward her, crouching so they were eye level. “You are his weakness. His only female, his perfect little doll. And I will use that to destroy him.” She refused to let him see her fear as she spat on the floor. “If you think I’ll beg, you’re wasting your time.”

The king himself might demand her presence. And still as her fingers traced the rough line of his jaw, as his hand tightened possessively at her hip she knew the truth that terrified her more than discovery itself: She could never let him go. The fifth sin was not just betrayal. It was the beginning of an unquenchable hunger.

A general at war: cast off the ballast to sink the enemy’s ship more surely. I sit on my bed, legs folded against my chest. I could look into it. A clinic in a nearby town. Make an appointment. Invent an excuse for a day’s absence. Use money I don’t yet have… but could steal, after all. One theft. One sin to erase another far greater one. One sin. The word is there. Sin. It belongs to no religion I practice, to no doctrine I consciously follow. And yet it is lodged deep inside me like a poisoned thorn.

They withdrew slowly, their fingers glistening with her, bringing them to their lips behind the curtain — she heard the wet sounds, the groans of satisfaction, the whispered Latin phrases that sounded like prayer but felt like possession. "Return tomorrow," Marcus commanded, his voice rough with his own arousal. "For your first purification ritual. You will kneel. You will confess everything, every filthy detail, while we cleanse you properly." "And bring no underwear," Thomas added, his hand emerging again to trace her swollen lips with possessive satisfaction. "From now on, you belong to us. Body and soul. Sin and salvation. Completely." Eve stumbled from the chair, her dress soaked, her b

"I don't know which of those is sitting heavier." "Both are real," I said. "Yes." He looked at the passing lights. "He's a good man who made a terrible choice and spent twenty years being a good man with that choice inside him." He pressed his thumb against his knee. "I don't know what to do with that." "You don't have to do anything with it tonight," I said. He looked at me. "You're telling me what I told you ten minutes ago." "Yes." I held his gaze evenly. "Take your own advice."

“Look… you have to stay away from me, Archie. Please.” “Elena, listen to me—” Archie started, stepping around the table, his eyes burning with determination. “No, you listen!” I cried out, my voice rising in the quiet room. “This thing we are doing… it is a sin. It is formidable, and I cannot continue it. The guilt… it is killing me inside every single day. Every time I look at you, every time you touch me, I feel like I am rotting from the inside out. So please… let’s stay away from each other.”

We did nothing more than just sleep though and the next morning I raced back home. "I know she is," I confirmed, "She's just a little disappointed in me for not making better choices when it comes to Alina. It's just that I don't feel in control of my own body in those times," with a shrug and a groan I murmured, "sometimes I think I'm possessed or some shit." "You're a half demon and so is she. Lust is one of the seven deadly sins. Keep that in mind," he didn't seem fazed by the topic or uncomfortable but I knew deep down he was itching for this conversation to end.

I clutched my hand over my chest, trying to make it stop hurting. “Hey! Hey, baby, please stop.” Someone rushed out, I felt their hands wrap around my gram, holding my closely as I sobbed. Do I really deserve this? Did I do something wrong to be constantly cheated and hurt this way? I’ve tried my best to be good. I’ve done everything to be good yet I am not enough. I wasn’t enough for Damien nor am I enough for Adonis. Am I lacking something? Do I lack something?

"Kiss me..." My body responded to his touch. I kissed him aggressively. When he felt me kissing back, his hands suddenly went down on my booty. I can feel him growing even if there's a barrier of clothes between us. He rubs himself at me. Pushing my booty to his. Here I am being a slave to my own body again. I closed my eyes, realizing I have committed another sin but I can’t stop myself now. "Fuck!" He took my hand and put it on his dick. "Pleasure me..."