Night Sins Guilty As Sin Tami Hoag Novels & Stories

The dark room hid Tara's frown, but it melted away when Samuel's hot member slid between her folds. "Ohh god..." Tara moaned as quietly as she could, "Please... please go slow. I don't want to wake-" Samuel cut her off by driving hard into her. Tara hardly bit back her yelp as his condom-smoothed c*ck jammed inside her. His cotton boxers chaffed against her sensitive mound, and his loud grunting both enraged and aroused her.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

His untouchable criminal record was clearly a result of a bribery to some judge because he definitely was not the saint he was presented to be. His club smelled cocaine and his bars screamed illegal alcohol trade. There was not even one cop around the perimeter of the club which meant that he had one of his own in the force. That's where I needed to start. I have to learn more about him. I can't afford him dragging my name and dignity through the mad over some sexual tension. Then a notification reached my ear. He had booked an appointment for Friday. Missed me already Mr. Valentine.

Sluts in shining armor, "I laughed before hanging up. Staying to see the look of anger and irritation on his face was tempting but something told me I wouldn't get this lucky again. I spotted spray paint next to one of the cars and picked it up ,after doing the nozzle, I went back to work painting the windscreen of his car with a strong clear message. " Now you are fucked up. " He was the worlds greatest bastard and he deserved this for mess6ing with me. It sounded like fun. A Stepping back, I let the hint of a smile curve on my lips as I admired my work. * * * We walked into the Ozin, a modern plush club with beige carpeting inside and magnificent doors tinged with a subtle shade of gold

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

The black SUV pulled up outside an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city at midnight. My heart was pounding as Damien Sinclair gripped my thigh possessively, his fingers digging into my skin. “Tonight you fight,” he said, voice low and dark. “And when you lose… because you will lose… the entire club gets to use you as the prize.”

he whispered, and she chuckled. "I know, but he's interesting, and to me...he's a baby... He's just spoilt and insecure" "Wow, you see through him" Sin blinked. "So what's bothering you?" Ksenia asked. Sin rested back on his chair before talking... "So I did something bad to two people, and I'm feeling fuçking guilty, and... "Take the guilt off your chest by confessing. It'll only get worse if you keep it for too long" she cut him off.

“Now it’s my turn,” Adrian said. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name.” “I’m ready.” I nodded despite my dry throat. And even the words felt strange in my mouth. Just last night I had followed him across town, drained my entire savings, and stood outside that exclusive club ready to catch him cheating on my mother. I had watched him on his knees for another man, watched him swallow every drop, and still I had come home hard and shaking.

His father was not at home but I knew Damien was inside. “What the fuck is going on?” I heard Damien's voice behind me and when I saw him, the already planned lines I had prepared to tell him disappeared from my head completely. I forgot why I was even there. He was sweaty and shirtless, and the whole thing reminded me of the session we had… the way he had held me down with those strong arms as he had pounded orgasm after orgasm out of me. I had been drunk the first time I had seen him but right now, with clear eyes, I could see what a beautiful specimen he was with his broad chest and sculptured torso. His trouser was hanging lowly on his hip and it was driving me crazy.

Guilt was eating me alive when I heard it, as the twins were my treasure, and I didn't want to part with either of them. But even as I was caught in a dilemma, the boy in my belly spoke to me in my mind. He told me that Tina and Zach had been having an affair for the longest time and had used black magic to get me pregnant with their child since Tina despised the thought of labor pains. I didn't believe it, until I had a private investigator tail them and was shown records of them going into a love motel together. Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk.