Paragon Of Sin Novels & Stories

a kind of sin which would turn her into a sinner. She immediately backed away from him and looked at him with disgust and filth in her eyes. "How could you even think about something like this?" She spat at him because she understood what he meant and he just heard her. "You are forgetting you are a married man, Mr Alfanso and even thinking about having another woman is a sin for you," she raised her voice at him. How could someone fall this low? Aniya turned startled when he started chuckling shamelessly in front of her.

His crying eyes narrowed. Color slowly drained from his burning cheeks, leaving only the sick shame behind. God, he wanted to puke. Or gargle holy water. Or set himself on fire. He hated him—that silver-eyed sin incarnate, with a Roman statue’s face, a body like Michelangelo’s sculpture with the morals of a drunk alley cat. ‘I didn’t even know his fucking name!’ disappointment filled him. ‘Very classy Angel. Very Classy.’ He cursed the demon-like bastard in every language he knew.

It was exactly midnight. Dante was sitting in front of the operation room, pressing his hands together while looking up in the ceiling. “I know I am a terrible person. I have committed a lot of sins and I don’t deserve to be forgiven by you.” He spoked. “But Victoria and the baby inside of her are innocent.” Tears started to gather around the rim of his eyes. “So please God, if you actually exist, please save both of them.” He was holding on to the necklace Victoria was wearing last time. He knew what it was, one of the item that was supposed to be auctioned at Sergio’s auction.

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.

“You’ll get what you want.” Santoro smiled. He lowered the gun slowly. Deliberately. Letting me watch every inch of it come down, savoring it, the way men like him savored the moments when other men broke. “Just like your father,” he said softly. “In the end.” He tilted his head. “Blinded by love for a woman.” I said nothing. Let him have it. Let him stand there and believe he’d won something. Let him think the man in the chair was the same man his father had been.

I whispered into the darkness of the room, the words a silent vow I would renew every single morning for the rest of my life. ​I wasn't a good man. I was under no illusions about my soul. The things I had done in London, the blood I had spilled on that white quartz floor, the lives I had systematically ruined to build this sanctuary—they were sins that would follow me to the grave and beyond. I was a man of shadows, a creature of the very world I had just destroyed. But as I held the woman who had learned to bite back, the woman who had looked into the abyss and told it to blink, I knew with a chilling certainty that I would do it all again.

She already knew that would be expected. Damon’s bedroom was even larger than hers. The massive king-sized bed dominated the room, covered in black silk sheets. Damon stood by the windows wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V of his sculpted abs and the outline of his heavy cock. “Close the door,” he ordered. Ara obeyed. “So today’s scene,” he said, “is about a submissive woman meeting her ex one last time before her wedding. She knows it’s wrong. She knows she shouldn’t. But she can’t resist him. She lets him ruin her for her future husband. That’s the energy I want.”

This story contains explicit content please read if you are above 18. ************************************************** Ava All Men suck. If not that i like dick so much, I would give up on them. Who the hell knocks up their fiancée’s best friend? Who the hell fucks their own best friend’s fiancée? Where’s the damn girl code?