Paragon Of Sin Novels & Stories

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

It is often a sign of recognition. Irresistible Sin is written for readers who understand that morality is not always black and white. That people can hold strong values and still falter. That love can be sincere even when it is complicated. And that sometimes the hardest battles are not between good and evil, but between restraint and truth. This is also a story that respects emotional boundaries. While it explores desire, connection, and temptation, it does so with intention. The focus is not on excess, but on meaning. On what it feels like to want something deeply, to resist it earnestly, and to question who you become in the process.

Cassian pulled her panties off and wiped his hand with it and then tossed it on the floor. Sin noted this with revulsion. Did he hate women? Or did he just love demeaning them? He took off his shirt, revealing heavy biceps and abs, Sinora swallowed. He was completely ripped. And on top of that, he had the face of god like man. It was hard to tear her gaze away from him. He caught her eyes, holding them in a heated confrontational stare for a moment, before turning away coldly.

Her innocent eyes would water as she gagged on Daddy's thick meat like the eager little slut she was born to be. I stormed to her rooom, my pulse pounded like a war drum, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. I didn't knock, instead I fucking burst through the door. The wood slammed against the wall as raw hunger clawed at my gut. Holy fuck! There she was, my Elena, my forbidden obsession. She was splayed out like a pornstar goddess on her rumpled pink sheets, completely bare and glistening. Her creamy skin flushed pink with arousal. Full, perky tits rose and fell in heaving gasps, nipples stiff as diamonds begging to be sucked raw. Legs shamelessly hooked over the edge of the bed,

Had proven to the kingdom and to God that his loyalty to righteousness superseded his loyalty to blood. It had killed him. Every day since, it had killed him again and again, in small increments, until he wasn’t sure what was left inside his chest besides the specific machinery of survival. And now his brother’s son a boy Marcus had held as an infant, had taught to ride, had believed capable of greatness was committing the same sin. The same corruption. The same betrayal of everything Marcus had sacrificed to prevent. The candles flickered.

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

“Sin? You want to lecture me about sin, priest?” His face paled, but he didn’t back down. “There’s no worse sin than this,” he said firmly. “You, running guns, killing men, leading others to destruction, it’s worse than… than anything.” I slammed my hand against the table, making him flinch. My voice thundered. “Say it. Worse than what, Baron? Worse than you on your knees, choking on my cock? Worse than you begging me to let you cum? Worse than you in that bathroom last night, stroking yourself like a desperate whore, spilling over your hand like a sinner in the dark?”

“You’re a fearless lawyer, but your utter arrogance is the reason why you’re hanging up there, Hilary. Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven, right?” Hilary struggled, a useless effort. “My dad made me read Paradise Lost when I was a kid. It kinda blew my mind. John Milton was a genius. Anyway, your pomposity and insolence have caused someone to hate you so much that that person actually donated a huge amount to see you being skinned alive. But let me just say that money isn’t the only reason why you are here. You see, I just don’t kill. I have qualifiers and you simply qualified. You committed pride, the very sin from which the other sins arise.”

A second later it was gone and was followed by a smooth songster's voice. “Yes, my lord,” blurted Cornelius. Darwin thought it was weird that paragon, the saint, misjudged Cronus and Dawar. They were not their boy loves. Did the holy not recognize that Cornelius was a sibling and that he and Cornelius were salacious knights' partners? The paragon announced as his shadows intermingled with the statue, “Well, I have heard your requests, and I must say I am moved and pleased. Your purpose has given rise to your notoriety. You have hooked my curiosity, young knights.”

I've already said that I'm too valuable to be totally diverted from my duties in paradise. I frowned lightly, reflecting on the subject. As far as I knew about fallen angels, even those who were not designated to represent a capital sin were immediately exiled to hell. For a moment I ended up thinking that by the death of Vraxlon, the wave of sin of lust would be free for anyone who wanted to take it, considering that the sin of laziness was not really dead" my three-headed dog, affectionately called Cerberus, took charge of swallowing the bodies that the receiver of the sin of laziness used to hide the