Sans Sin Novels & Stories

BEFORE YOU READ Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege. This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you. (***) Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews.

I giggled and escaped the mouth of Abia, “Don't worry Karissa, all your questions will be answered any moment now.? She said before sipping her tea once more. Sin, looking tensed, already visibly sweating, finally made eye contact with me, and I met his gaze with a shake of my head in disbelief. I honestly Don't think I can trust him anymore. Sin finally stands from his seat and begins walking back and forth with his hands on his chin. He finally speaks up, stuttering at his first few words. “O-okay, L-listen guys, I'm sorry I haven't told you about my brother all along, but you have to trust me on this one; he is no good; he's just a demon; I mean, we all have secrets. We can't share with a

I plead. “He acts like it’s a sin for us to let loose, have fun, and get our rocks off,” Warner says. “It’s not a sin. It’s against the law in public, and it’s just not for me,” I say, explaining to Montana. “Hold on, darlin’,” Warner tells Peyton as he digs in his front pocket. “Something’s popping up.” At his words and devilish smirk, Peyton blushes deep red. This causes Warner’s eyes to light up as his smile grows wide.

"Sei bellissima principessa." Sin said while placing his hand in mine. He leans down, his lips beside my ear, as he whispered softly. "Ready". He backed away, looking at me, while I nodded. "Okay, let's go. I'm driving. " He wrapped his arms around my waist, and we started walking outside. Today Sin was dressed in something warm with a blue jacket just like mine. I waved goodbye to Samantha and Zoey on our way out. I already apologized to Samantha for my sudden outburst, but she waved it off, saying she understood that I couldn't control my hormones due to the pregnancy.

I removed my cufflinks, rolled up my sleeves, album in my hands, resting my back on my oak office chair. I pressed the number, line connecting to my accountant; Sarah - The one I couldn’t mess up with because she was a mother of two kids and too much out of my taste. I wished I could hire someone like her for Luciano so he could understand my pain, but fuck him for being too much of a right guy. Bastard be so mean, wouldn't let me have my type of fun just because he wasn't man enough to give it a shot himself. Line connected. “Good morning, Mr. Nikola, how may I help you today?” Her voice stops me from firing her every time. That’s her luck.

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.

Alin's voice was swallowed on the other side. Laurel frowned, suddenly attacked by a bad feeling because of Alin's silence. “What's wrong, Alin? Why are you silent?” “Because the ex-girlfriend you will face is the toughest enemy.” Alin took a deep breath. “Clarissa could be said to be Mr White's permanent lover. He always came back to her. Clarissa is a tough, independent woman who doesn't seem to need a man and her relationship with Mr. White is purely for pleasure. However, she doesn't seem willing to let Mr White belong to another woman, because she is used to having him all to herself.” Alin took a deep breath. “She is very good at intimidating her opponent. Be careful, Laurel, lest you

what Sin's doing to me is a whole other experience. ... [contact with the one you've been fated with is always different, compared to others, but very soon, i'll learn that isn't always true] ... When one of Sin's hands travels up my torso, he traces around my ribs, like he knows it will entice me. My chest rises and falls with a calm cadence, as if Sin's hands have sedative abilities. He's the supernatural after all, if he does have sedative abilities, it would explain why his touch dissipates the troubling pain.

We are so doing this here and I have no say in it. ***

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.