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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

She just smiled and said, "You were never home anyway, Xander." After that, I shut it all down. The feelings, the vulnerability, the openness. I buried myself in work, turned Williams Group into the most profitable year in its history, and made sure that no woman ever got close enough to touch me again. I had a system. I'd go out when Benjamin dragged me, have a drink or two, leave with whoever caught my eye, and be gone by morning. No names. No numbers. No second meetings. And then Lara happened. I picked up my phone from the table and called Franklin. He answered on the third ring, his voice thick with sleep.

I leaned in, kissed his jaw softly, then whispered against his skin, “Don’t worry, no one will ever know about my daddy’s dirty little secret.” His breath hitched and he pulled me up for another round. Seeing the uncontrollable desire in his eyes, I knew he was mine and I won't let anyone take him from me… Not even my mother.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Still, the way he said it, like the words made me feel small. “Tell me, Snow,” he pressed, voice dipping lower. “What kind of books do you read?” My stomach dropped and panic fluttered in my chest. If he knew, if he even suspected. The facade I’d built so carefully for my parents would crumble to dust. He couldn’t know that behind closed doors, I consumed more dark romance and filth than any good girl should. The sound of the front door swinging open snapped the moment in half. I blinked, tearing my gaze away just in time to see my dad stride in. Relief flooded me so fast my knees almost buckled.

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus

He pulled in, parked by the pumps. Stacy spotted it first. “What's that store over there?” Emerald leaned forward against the seats, eyes lightening up. “Let's check it out” The bell above the door jingled as they stepped inside. Dim red lights, black velvet curtains sectioning off corners, shelves packed with everything forbidden and fun. “A sex shop?” Kevin grinned, “now this trip keeps getting interesting.” Stacy wandered towards a wall of dildos in colors and sizes. Emerald joined her both last on the dildo shelf. Emerald picked up a thick veined one and held it appreciatively.

The act was pure submission, my knees bruising on the floor, face still streaked with his earlier load, but it felt right—filthy, perfect, the brat in me long extinct. Then, as I hollowed my cheeks again, drawing him deep with a wet slurp, his grip tightened just enough to tilt my head back, forcing my eyes up to meet his. Those dark eyes burned, not with lust now, but something sharper—secrets uncoiling like smoke from a smoldering grave. "You think this is the end, Elena?" he said, voice dropping to a lethal whisper, each word punctuated by my bobbing mouth, the obscene gluck-gluck of my efforts underscoring the bomb he dropped next.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

“Imagine my cock choking your throat, cum dripping down your chin while I rail this greedy cunt.” I convulsed in a gushing climax that coated his wrist and splashed against his shirt as my body arched off the bed. He licked his fingers clean, then promised me with desire hooded eyes. “We keep each other’s secrets. Your betrayal and my p**n life. But this isn’t over.” A sharp knock shattered the erotic tension. “Seraphina!” It was my father’s voice. “Come down for photos now.” Damian stepped away with a smirk.