Masked Sins Novels & Stories

This was a line I wasn't just stepping over, but I gladly did it , the kiss and the touch wasn't a game . I felt a gut wrenching guilt, I was breaking my home , I was meant to fix it as a wife . I felt an immediate panic. It was a cold, sharp knife twisting in my stomach. It wasn't just James anymore. It was my upbringing, the years of guilt and shame instilled into me, the fear of judgment, of exposure, of someone seeing my darkest secret and ruining my life. The masked man's forced acts, perverted as they were, felt almost safer than this. He would shield me and cover up my tract but here I was entangled with a woman, a taboo to my religion.

he stammered the masked man stared at him and for some minutes, silence dwelled in our midst until the masked beast shot his crewmate in the head. The guy dropped dead on the floor and my heart shook, my eyes opened wide and I felt so scared as hell, I nearly urinated on my boxers. "you messed with my client when I was away, you have paid for your sins, may the good Lord accept your soul," he said and did the cross sign with the dead man's blood

He took Delina’s hand and kissed the back of it. “You look beautiful as always, Delina, even if your face is covered with the mask.” He complimented. Delina gave him a polite smile. “You flatter me too much, Milo.” She replied. The man was in his mid-fifties and was slightly chubby with the most questionable moustache in existence. He had an extremely outgoing personality and seemed friendly. But those who have done business with him knew he was quite ruthless and could be a terrifying man if you made him your enemy.

Someone pushed two fingers into my mouth, scooping cum onto my tongue and making me swallow while another rubbed the rest into my skin like lotion. “Good girl,” Ace praised, voice rough with satisfaction. “Look at you. Covered in three men’s loads while your husband watches. Such a filthy, beautiful bride.” They finally removed the blindfold. I blinked up at them, mascara running, lips swollen, body marked and glistening with their cum. My wrists were untied gently. I should have felt ashamed. Instead, a dark, addictive heat settled in my chest. Damian stood there, cock hard and untouched, eyes wild with a mix of jealousy and desperate lust.

Fortunately, his car windshield was darkly tinted. Liam opened the lights and slightly touched my collar bone with remorse. “I’m sorry, I stained your gorgeous skin.” That prompted me to warily open my bag and bring out my compact powder mirror. I looked that part over the reflection and found a reddish hickey slightly under my collar bone. I searched for my blazer, and including the dream catcher, I found it beside my right foot. I immediately wore it, making sure that no one could see my mark as it was truly suspicious.

Spilling inside her. And then stillness. Elena collapsed against the altar, her body trembling, her mind floating somewhere between lust and disbelief. The man leaned close, his breath hot against her ear. “Now,” he murmured through the mask, voice like smoke and sin, “you belong to them.” Elena’s knees trembled as she leaned forward against the altar, the stone still warm from her body, slick with sweat and sacred sin. Her thighs were wet with release his and hers. The mask still painted her face in red ash, smudged slightly from where his hand had gripped her jaw.

As the silence took place, yet for a moment, a pentagram is marked, quickly, yet expectedly unto their stead as its crimson color is eminent were a door, but avoid emerges and opens. “They're here.” Giggling in excitement, yet in truth is disgusted as she is afraid. She gives way as her face marks the twisted smile she can only show unto the few as perfection and the goody toe shoes façade is what she needed for everyone to see. They look ahead as one by one they step out bearing the twisted smiles that represented their sins. One with the distinct eyes of lust, two with the nature of greed, three to the one with beating envy, four to the twisted fate of sloth, five where a rage of wrath bel

“You weren’t even invited. Get out before someone sees us!” Damien stepped closer, crowding me against the counter, his tall, powerful body radiating heat. That arrogant, devilish smirk curved his lips as his dark eyes raked over me from head to toe. “You look like sin wrapped in white, Soph. But we both know this pretty dress belongs on the floor while I fuck you senseless.” My breath caught. Heat flooded between my thighs even as shame burned my cheeks. “Mark is right outside giving his speech. If he finds us—”

Ezra’s chest heaves, muscles taut, veins standing out beneath his skin. The masked man finally speaks again. Not to Ezra. To me. “You’re marked now.” My breath stops. “What?” My voice breaks. “What do you mean—?” Ezra whirls on me. “Don’t listen to him!” The masked man straightens, dust falling from his coat. He lifts one hand and points directly at my chest. Not accusing. Not threatening. Identifying. “You know it,” he says softly. “You’ve felt it. In the cold. In the dark. In your dreams.”

Nagtaas-baba pa ang kilay nito. Sumunod ang tingin ko sa tinutukoy ni Athelia. Naroon si Adamson. He was wearing a black button down shirt. Nakabukas pa ang tatlong butones. He was a bit sweaty and under the lights, his sweat shimmers like they were diamonds. May suot din itong kwintas na may dog tag na pendant. Mukhang may magpipigil ng ngiti ngayong gabi ah. Natawa ako nang umirap si Ena at sumiksik sa akin.