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He said again and this time, she blabbed cutely making a chuckle. Vladimir had used the power of enchanting seduction on our mate, that was one of his abilities as a vampire. He could seduce one to death with his eyes and words. "I don't want to marry Silvio but my father already prepared our engagement plans coming up next week. Silvio Damonte is a very powerful Mafia and would kill me if he discovered that I was pregnant. So I had to run so I wouldn't be killed by him or get punished by my father."

I was also tempted to get another good fuck here and now, in this car, but once we get, we won't be able to get over and repent from our sins. “I'm sorry to say to you, Little sis. The second you become mine, there's nothing like forgiveness or repenting….” He leaned closer, taking a spiral hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “Only sin. We will continue committing sins for as long as possible.” I looked into his eyes, my face inching closer towards his and our lips locked in a hot kiss. Before I could stop myself, I left my seat and sat on his laps. Thank goodness Ricky car’s glass were tinted, so we won't get caught.

DOUBLE THE SIN TWICE THE HEAT AUTHOR’S NOTE; THIS IS A GAY P**N BUT NOT THE REGULAR KIND! This story contains mature themes intended for an adult audience. It explores dark romance elements, including power dynamics, intense emotional tension, possessiveness, and morally complex relationships. Certain scenes may be suggestive, provocative, or uncomfortable for some readers. Please be aware that this is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes. The relationships and behaviors depicted are not meant to reflect healthy real-life dynamics.

Staring at me like a child who did not understand the lesson given by the teacher. "What kind of person can just surrender when they're locked up, and kept away from the outside world?" "Well, apparently there are a lot of them. Women. Don't you know there are tons of female fantasies nowadays about that kind of thing? They say it's romantic and sexy." "Crazy woman, then." I shook my head, looked ahead again with disbelief rising up inside me. "They read too many dark romance novels, and think that happy endings can be found in the real world."

"Well, before I read a book that a husband must be faithful to his wife. Having multiple partners can cause venereal diseases such as HIV. I don't want to die in vain because of that disease." Hearing Luna's story, made me want to cry and laugh simultaneously. Does she think that if you have a girlfriend, you have to sleep with her? I have to get this thinking straight. Don't let her think, I'm a badboy! "Don't be prejudiced. I've never slept with Ayu before. Don't look down on your husband like that! Its Sin!" Luna pouted. Doesn't she believe it? "You like to read books, don't you? Haven't you read, refusing the husband's 'ahem ahem' request, a sin?" I tried to corner her. Actually I'

The basement was quiet except for our breathing. "Still think we're immature?" Mitch murmured. I laughed, weak and satisfied. "You're still idiots." "Your idiots," Hans corrected, and I didn't argue. My body still hummed with aftershocks, and the knowledge of what we had just done. I had just allowed my three younger sinfully loaded Stepbrothers fuck me in the best way ever. And I didn't regret any single moment of it. If anything, I wanted a second round with all three of them making love with me like I was the only person that mattered. This was definitely going to be the best thanksgiving ever.

But the weight of it was strange—a binding that went beyond metal and ceremony. When the priest declared us wed, Adrian leaned in to kiss me. I could have made it chaste. I should have made it chaste. But his warmth was so close, his breath so human, and I was so tired of being cold. I parted my lips, let my tongue trace his lower lip, tasted the salt of him. The brief contact sent a thrill through me, and I saw the flicker of surprise in his eyes before he pulled back.

And I was sure he didn’t either. This marriage wasn’t built on love. It was built on vengeance. For us, it wasn’t about the union; it was about punishment. About watching the man who had slit our mother’s throat rot slowly in guilt. Damon Ronalds was going to live with the sight of his daughter, his precious daughter, paying for his sins every single day. And that, to El, was justice. To me, too, at least that’s what I kept telling myself. It was our way of killing him without ever touching him. A slow death.

Never in my life did I imagine having sex with the mafia. “Are you nervous?” I wondered how the hell he was able to read my mind. My lips parted, feeling him right at my wet entrance. “Are you a virgin?” His question was the last-ditch effort to stop everything. Yes! Mafia novels often show a preference for targeting innocent girls, especially virgins, and it’s unlikely that multiple books on the same topic would all fabricate this detail. Maybe that’s why he bought me. Even at the auction, they picked virgins for the highest bids.

“It’s a sin.” “Sin?” He scoffed softly, a low, husky sound. “Or liberation? Who decides what’s holy and what’s profane, Mary? Is it a book? Or is it the undeniable truth of your own body?” His fingers tangled in the edge of her wimple, tugging gently, drawing her closer. “Let’s find out.”