Radiant Sin Novels & Stories

Expressive touch, Passionate embraces, Strong hands upon me. Oh, those hands. They ignited sensations, Intense and forbidden, Like words unsaid beneath a larger form, a form warmer, wilder, and longer. Moans beneath his sculpted body, a blend of heaven and transgression. Pure desire, a carnal dance of sin. Though prayers for forgiveness may be whispered, The allure lingers, Drawing me back again and again. ISABELLA’S POV If there was something more frustrating, it was having to stay married to a man who was not only old but sexually dull.

He doesn’t need to coax me, and he knows it. I take my time rolling out of bed and padding to the bathroom. I’m rewarded with the view of Calvin under the shower spray. The water glistens on his bronze skin. I pause in the doorway, taking in the awe-inspiring view. My body sparks to life, and my blood hums through my veins. Like a flower, I lean toward the sun. Calvin’s the center of the universe, his gravity constantly pulling me to him. I step behind him in the tile shower, lightly scraping my fingernails down his back.

i am crying softly now, and I still stifle out a response. "Make me cum, please. Oh, Mr. Sin, I want to cum so badly it hurts," I confess. The grin that sprowls over Sin's face makes me doubt if I am dealing correctly with a man like Sin. "Good girl. I enjoy hearing you beg for what you want," he murmurs. I notice how close he is to my pussy and his breath hitting my clit forced me to widen my thighs. *** ***SINCLAIR'S POV*** Summer is a fucking addiction. A woman like her would make me beg on my knees to worship. And when I close my mouth on her holy temple, I hear her cry out.

My eyes fixated on the moon and, for a long time, nothing happened. I was about to give up when I saw something flash. I stretched forth my hands and gritted my teeth, “Goddess Hecate, grant me this strength and empower Sin to defeat the enemy. Even if it is the last power, I can ever have. I’ll be happy to die instead of him, Imperium!” I drew the light with all the strength left in me and shot it at Sin. Hearing him growl was the last thing before I collapsed.

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.

He stared at me deeply, but not with disgust, rather concern. He pulled me in for a hug without saying anything. After a while, he pulled out. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked, holding my hands. “I guess.” I managed. I never thought I would tell anyone about this, but with Arson? I felt safe. “He said it’s the only way for me to stay away from sin. He said We must destroy sin and every sinful engagement. I get whipped each time I disobey him. He is the major reason why I am alive.” I waited for him to say something, but he just kept on looking at me, waiting for me to finish.

“Raiden.” Grinning in a mischievous way HE confirms their thoughts, HE whispers. “Each world that He created by which owns the shard souls and reflection of the original with the representation of the seven sins. He made it all to understand the choice that I made and to feel the emotion that I wasn’t able to make Him understand. Each word has its corresponding emotion that is opposite to the sin they bear as your world is the special one. The prison of the original embodiment of the seven deadly sins.”

His skin melted, his blood boiled, but his face remained calm. “If this fire is the price of life,” Rayden murmured, “Then let it rewrite me.” The flames rose higher. His body began cracking from his fingertips to his neck. But in every crack, it was not blood that seeped out, but red-gold light. The same light as the Black Sun Blade on his back. “Rayden Kalesvara Duskar…” The voices of the seven Arcs echoed together. “You have rekindled embers even the first God would not dare touch again.”

He said in that deep rumble that made the desire pulse hotter. “So the dominant says.” Sin said with a smirk as he looked at Marcus, his fingers moving over the pendant he wore at his throat. “You could always break my ties.” I felt the heat spread over my skin from Sin’s powers and I watched Marcus shiver.

“So I’m supposed to risk everything to fix something I didn’t break.” Sinclair took a step forward, ignoring the warning looks from the other Alphas. “I won’t let them force you,” he said. I believed he meant it, I also knew he might not be able to stop it. The circle flared brighter. My knees weakened and I bent slightly, catching myself before I fell. The energy inside me was too much now. It felt like holding too many thoughts at once. I looked at Sinclair, really looked at him. The man who had protected me and lied to me. Fought himself for me.