Secret Sins Novels & Stories

When the door closes, I hold my breath when it is only the two of us now inside the elevator. I saw his reflection in front of me. He looks so serious looking at the front. I want to hold at something because my knees are making me weak. His eyes are making me weaker. The sight of him makes me weak. I have never heard him this quiet before and I never saw him this mad before. “Sorry…” I whispered. I squeezed my eyes to shut them up and to avoid his gaze. I am not afraid of what he will do to me. I am feeling something immoral because my conscience and guilt are killing me.

“You can't tell mum and dad Jameson. Please." “And why shouldn't i?” He narrowed his eyes at me. Unlike Nelson, Jameson was much better at hiding his desires. “You're a fucking pornstar, Kat. You always act like a saint but behind the mask, you're out there whoring your holes on camera and now you want me to keep your dirty little secret?" I closed the distance between us, trailing my fingers down his chest, then I cupped the hard bulge in his pants. “If you keep this secret,” I whispered hotly against his ear, pressing my body against him. “this pussy can belong to you too. Both of you. Whenever you want it… however you want it.”

I once thought that justice was found in a courtroom with a judge and a gavel. However, as I stood in Dominic's private conference room, its walls thick enough to hold secrets that could topple empires, I realized the truth. Justice is often delivered in hushed tones. It manifests in meticulously prepared papers, in shattered admissions, and in the way Olivia Sinclair avoided her husband's gaze while gripping a flash drive containing three decades of deceit. Senator Richard Sinclair—my father—was going down. But he didn’t know it yet.

I couldn’t help but smile a filthy smile. If she really wanted to see the seedy truth behind her hero, it was right here in front of her. The veil had been pulled aside. My needs were becoming selfish. The devils in my blood were baying for filthy games, clearly, but the angel wasn’t turning away to run and hide. She was being tainted. By me. Rosie was still a barely legal little goddess, but she was turning from an Eve to a Lilith, right before my eyes. “Look at me, Rosie.”

He didn’t stumble, but his eyes kept coming back to her. She sat perfectly still. Face innocent. Knees closed. But he knew what lay between them. The whole church didn’t see it. But he did. Her slow sin. Her silent dare. By the time the sermon ended, he was drenched in sweat under his robe. He closed the Bible and gave the final blessing, and just as he turned to step down from the altar, her fingers slowly slid along the inside of her thigh. No one else saw. The angle was too discreet. The movement too small.

“Not boring. Not safe. I want to feel alive again.” Sinclair’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. His cock twitched visibly between us. The late-night quiet wrapped around us like a secret, the thin walls of the building suddenly feeling like they barely existed. I could hear his breathing, deep and controlled, and I wondered if he could hear how fast my heart was racing, how wet I was becoming with every passing second.

She walked side by side with Bruno to the door. They got back into the house, and Bruno shut the door. He grabbed Vivian's waist with one hand and squeezed her ass with the other. "Naughty boy," Vivian chuckled. "Let's get naughty." Bruno lowered his lips onto Vivian's while he rubbed her ass. Vivian and Bruno had been secretly fucking for over a year. No one in the family had the slightest idea about their forbidden friends-with-benefits arrangement. It started the day Vivian walked in on Bruno showering and they had been unable to stop since then.

raw, unfiltered lust. 'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been a week since my last confession.' Her words hit me like a shot of whiskey, burning straight to my core. Sandra. The stripper from the seedy clubs down on 5th Avenue, the one who wrapped her sins in lace and leather, coming to me week after week like clockwork. At first, I thought it was genuine remorse, a soul seeking redemption amid the neon lights and grinding hips of her world. But as the months dragged on, her confessions turned into something else entirely, a slow, deliberate seduction that chipped away at the walls I'd built around my celibate heart.

All that remained was to pray my truth would satisfy this sinister toy, or madness would claim me before death arrived. The shadows lurked at the edges of my vision, watching and waiting. Every breath felt like a gasp for air in a sea of dread. Just then, I knew I had made a grave mistake. My secret, my soul, everything would soon belong to the sinister forces that inhabited this velvet hell. The Circus of Sorrows had opened its sinister gates, and now the real game would begin where there would be no escape from the terrors that awaited within. Each truth revealed would be a knife twisting in my soul, each lie a noose tightening around my neck.

Slowly, tears escaped her eyes as her ears listened to Will’s voice… “I absolve you from your sins, you mother fucker. You will return in your original state when you first came into this world, pure, free of any transgressions, immaculate, with no iniquity.” A second later, everything fell quiet in the room which was soon followed by Una’s heavy breathing as she began to cry. “You have no idea what you have just done, you mother fu―” “―oh you’re wrong about that Will. I, for a fact, know what I have just done. I just opened Una’s eyes to the truth. Now she knows what you really are.” “And you will see every bit of me, Sinclair!” “Can you make him shut up, please?” Sinclair told his men who