Secret Sins Novels & Stories

PROLOGUE Broke and desperate, 24-year-old Sienna gets an offer she should’ve walked away from— One month. One man. One filthy contract. No names. No public outings. No limits. All she has to do is say yes to him. Mr. Black. Older, richer, cruelly gorgeous, and controlling as sin. He wants her under him, owned in every way—bound by silk, paid in luxury, and fucked raw. What starts as a cold transaction becomes something darker and hungrier as his obsession takes root.

[ IN WHICH SHE HEARS THE UGLY TRUTH ] The space between my brows furrow. “What do you mean? What is this? How is this possible?” I shake my head as the questions fly out of my mouth. It is all so confusing that my head starts to hurt, trying to absorb his words. “I am being honest with you,” Sin calmly says. I sit up, propping my elbows on the bed. “Seven deadly sins.” My eyes slowly move towards them. With so much curiosity and uncertainty in my brown eyes, I assess them and every slight movements they make.

Her eyes filled with tears, she wasn’t supposed to feel like this, she was the pastor’s daughter, she was supposed to be pure, obedient, focused on God yet all she could think about was Nick. Naomi stood and paced the room restlessly, she opened her Bible hoping to calm herself but every word blurred before her eyes. The verse about temptation only made her chest tighter. Am I already falling? She wondered biting her lip. Is this how it begins? She sat back on the bed and hugged her pillow tight, the guilt burned but so did the secret thrill, It was like two voices were fighting inside her, one calling her back to obedience the other pulling her toward Nick. And though she prayed again and a

But fear was a luxury for people who had something left to lose. ​I looked up at the main villa, my eyes narrowing into slits. The master suite on the second floor was glowing with a soft, amber light that looked like a honey trap from this distance. Even through the silk curtains, I could see the blurred, distorted silhouettes moving behind the glass—three figures tangled together in a way that made my vision turn a violent, static red. I didn't know the exact details of the "Good Sin" happening in that room, but I felt the betrayal in the very marrow of my bones. I felt the cloying "jasmine" of Sienna’s world trying to choke out the memory of our "vanilla." The sight of them—the unholy Tri

Emerald settled between her thighs, rubbing the silicone against her waist folds. “Ready?” She whispered. Stay nodded, spreading her legs. Emerald pushed in slowly, watching Stacy's face the entire time. Stacy's back arched, mouth opened in a silent O as the thick length filled her. Kevin moved behind Stacy, lifting her hips slightly. He slicked himself with her wetness and Emerald’s then pressed into Stacy from behind. Real cock sliding alongside silicone, stretching her impossibly full. Stacy cried out, overwhelmed, pain turned into pleasure, nails digging into Emerald's shoulders. They found a rhythm: Kevin thrusting into Stacy, pushing her deeper onto the strap on, Emerald grinding forwa

Elara was really finding joy in her sinful friendship with Meela, which she saw as a bright spot in her dark life even though the secrets with the Lennox men were still there. Her mom called her one day advising her about her indecent dressing which she said had gotten worse and also about how same sex making love is a sin in Gods eyes. Talking about sins, Elara was far gone in them and she was sure that God no longer cared about her bullshit. He must be tired of hearing the name Elara Voss. **Mom:** Baby, how are you? **Elara:** I am fine mommy. Just stressed a lot these days from shoots. How are you?

ANGEL Everyone has a dark secret. The filthiest, dirtiest, corrupted fantasies that we imagine just before sleep take us to oblivion. That innate desire our judgmental world silences, it lingers in the pit of your stomach, spreading like a virus, an incurable, rotten disease to your throat, an abomination never to be whispered. Do you have a secret like that? Think hard. . . You can tell me. Don't you have one like that? Think again. . . Harder. Go deeper. Take me in—all of me. I want to be inside. . . of your mind.

His dirty little secret. His Scarlet.

Thomas Trigger Warnings: Blasphemy, sacrilege, public indecency, choking, spanking, and explicit language. The air in the confessional was always stale, smelling of old wood, candle wax, and the heavy, invisible weight of a thousand secrets. For fifteen years, I had sat behind this screen, a vessel for the guilt of the world. But tonight, the air changed. The moment she stepped into the box, the scent of expensive incense was replaced by a fragrance that haunted my dreams-vanilla, rain, and the raw, sweet musk of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

The Devil thrives on secrets, secrets, and sins. That is what drives you straight to Hell, the things that your mind desire; those are the things that doom you one day. Me, personally, I do enjoy a good secret; I can, with the utmost confidence, turn whatever you are keeping silent and turn it into your destruction. Now, if you do say that there is something that you need to tell me, I immediately get that excitement that builds from deep within the ruthless parts of me, those deep dark places that need to feed on the suffering and pain. It is a yearning to that desires all the forbidden.