Limbus Company Sinners Books Novels & Stories

The club was called Velvet Sin— an underground gem hidden in the heart of the city’s most exclusive district. From the outside, it looked like any high-end lounge. Inside, it was a temple of temptation. Dim crimson lighting bathed the stage. Slow, sensual music pulsed through the air. The scent of expensive perfume, whiskey, and raw desire hung heavy. Men in tailored suits and women in designer dresses filled the velvet booths, but all eyes were on the stage. And on **her**.

“And I think we both know why.” Her hand brushed my arm, sending sparks through my skin. I shivered. “This is wrong. It’s a sin.” Lucia chuckled, low and throaty, backing me against the wall. “Sin tastes so good, though, doesn’t it?” She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “Tell me you haven’t been thinking about my fingers in your tight little pussy all day. Tell me you’re not dripping for me right now.” I whimpered, shaking my head even as my body betrayed me, thighs pressing together to ease the ache.

The room suddenly felt too hot as their scents filled my nostrils, making my cock twitch uncontrollably. They looked at each other—their eyes saying things they clearly didn’t want to say aloud and their expressions were a mixture of fear, curiosity, temptation and something darker. “If… if we agree… what happens now?” Vivian asked me with a hesitant voice. I stepped between them, close enough for their perfume to surround me. “Now? Now you become mine.”I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Camila's cheek Camila trembled while Vivian’s lips parted like she was inviting my touch.

Chapter 3 Riley POV “Fuck this stupid app,” I muttered under my breath the second my eyes cracked open the next morning, my phone already buzzing on the nightstand like it had been waiting for me to wake up. My pussy still felt a little sore and puffy from last night’s frantic rubbing after I got back to the dorm, that dark twisted ache that wouldn’t quite go away no matter how many times I told myself I hated Kai for what he was doing. I grabbed the phone and opened the Sin App with shaking fingers, my heart already kicking up speed before I even read the message.

Her thighs un-crossed and slowly open for me, my prick throbbed immediately and my mouth fell open as I saw her neatly trimmed naked pussy. Her pussy lips swollen and moist, glistening as the light illuminated between her opening thighs. She was wet and horny from the peak-a-boo game, just as I was rock hard from seeing the prize. Her thighs closed as she reached to press the stop request strip. She gave one last smile before she rose to exit the bus.

Just dust, cracked leather spines, and silence thick enough to swallow sound. Tonight the air felt heavier. Cooler. I walked the rows until I found the erotica section. Tucked in a forgotten corner. Books no one requested. I pulled one down. Thick. Heavy. Red cloth cover worn thin at the edges. Title embossed in faded gold: The Last Sin. I didn’t read the author. I didn't care. I just needed the weight of it in my hands. Only one chair remained usable. Old oak. Faded green velvet cushion. Everything else was either broken or missing legs. I sat. Skirt rode up my thighs. No panties tonight. I never wore them here.

I started as made my way down the cobblestone stairs, to the dimly lit basement. "Boss," They both said simultaneously. It's hard to tell them apart, from their chocolate-colored hair to their hazel eyes. The only difference between them is the subtle scar on Angello's chin and a scar below Alessio's left eye. "Has our little birdie sung yet?" I asked looking over to the beaten man tied to a wooden chair while I popped a few sunflower seeds in my mouth. "Not yet, boss, he maintains his innocence." Angello chuckled as he walked over to the sink to wash the blood off of his hands.

The work kept my hands busy and my mind from spiraling. I felt the stares anyway. The sneers. The curled lips from higher-ranked wolves as I passed. Omegas were forbidden from meeting eyes or walking with pride. Yet I did both—chin lifted, shoulders straight. It was reckless. Dangerous, even. But it was the only thing keeping me from disappearing completely. “Any slower and you’ll grow roots there, girl,” a mocking voice sneered behind me. Elder Corbin. My spine stiffened. I turned slowly, lowering my gaze just enough to stay safe while refusing to look broken. The old man glared, his gray beard stained with wine, fine robes rumpled from the early hour.

She had almost exposed the final shred of my cover in front of his men. Julian ripped open the heavy, bulletproof door of the limousine and shoved me inside. The sheer force of the push sent me sprawling across the premium leather seats, my heavy tulle train tangling around my legs. Before I could scramble upright, the door slammed shut with a heavy, airtight thud, and the locks engaged with a terrifying electric click. A second later, the opposite door opened. Julian slid into the spacious, tinted interior. The door clicked shut behind him, plunging the limousine into a soundproof silence.

“Young man. You must know by now the kind of unforgivable mistake you’ve made. You messed with my daughter. You understand that has consequences, don’t you?” Liam manages a nod of his bowed head. Antonio flicks a wrist in Greg’s direction. Suddenly, a very comprehensive set of knives and scalpels appear. I look at the serene smile on Antonio’s face and know we’re about to go way the fuck outside my comfort zone. “I can’t just keep beating him up?” I ask. “You can. But I think Senator Aster here has forgotten about Genesis,” Antonio says. Old Testament. Nothing good can be coming next. I almost feel bad for that bastard Liam. Almost. “Genesis?” Liam responds weakly.