Secrets Of Sin Episodes Novels & Stories

I stuttered. Sin's eyes darken at that name. "Bullshit, Summer. I don't know what you are trying to hide from me, but it better not be bad," he warns his face growing darker. I have my own secrets, but I wouldn't permit a man like Sin to talk to me like that. "Let go of me," I bark out. "I will find out your game, Summer," he bets. "While waiting to find out what my game is, have a good evening," I shout.

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

It had been almost three weeks since Beatrice and I started sinning together. Every few nights she would sneak into my room after lights out, or I would go to hers. We didn’t even pretend it was just “comforting” each other anymore. We were fucking. Plain and simple. Two horny nuns rutting like animals with whatever we could find — cucumbers, carrots, the thick handle of a hairbrush, even a smooth wooden crucifix one desperate night. I felt guilty for about five minutes afterward, then my pussy would start throbbing again and I’d be right back in it.

When Aycin and Deagan made it to her room, Aria was sitting up against the bed with her signature wide smile, listening to Sister Grace talk animatedly. “Maybe I should go in first and talk to her.” Deagan nodded without question, knowing it was best not to shock her in such a fragile state. Aycin stopped before he could push the door open, “Oh and Deagan, I’d really appreciate it if you twisted the truth a little about how you found out the truth, even though I don’t know the answer to that myself.” Aycin’s eyes narrowed when the realisation hit him, but forced it down and entered the room, leaving Deagan alone with his bundle of nerves and racing heart.

“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.

Cian starts, once we are all seated in the warm water, watching each other through the steam. "Is it about what is going on between you three? Because I sense something is off,” Sinful notes, knowing he is just taunting us. Lev stiffens beside me, smart enough to stay silent on this matter, especially with Cian only a few feet away. I just stare at the surface of the water, unsure of how to respond to Sinful without hostility. Cian shakes his head. "It's about Stace." Sinful pauses, lavender eyes narrowing slightly, that pretentious smile vanishing. It seems the mention of Stace’s name is enough to sober even the most powerful in these lands.

"About… me. About any of this. About me being gay. She wouldn't understand, Noah. She would look at me like I was a disease." Noah’s face softened. He looked genuinely pained. "That’s so mean of her, Danny. Love isn't a sin. You shouldn't have to hide who you are." I let out a jagged, dry laugh. "In my world, everything is a sin." I looked him in the eye, trying to find the courage to jump off the cliff. "Okay. Let’s do it. The two weeks. But it has to stay a secret. No one here can know. Especially not my step dad Especially not her."

I watched his throat bob as he swallowed. "Sisters and brothers," he said, his voice strained. "Today's reading reminds us that the Lord sees all. That nothing is hidden from His gaze." Well… damn right. I ran my hand down my thigh, letting my fingers brush against my wet pussy. His eyes followed the movement, staying glued for two seconds. "Even—" He paused, clearing his throat. "Even our secret sins." I smiled, parting my legs wider and letting him see everything. My pussy was already dripping, probably glistening from where he stood. I watched his face contort as he tried to maintain his compusure.

I slumped down in my seat trying to make myself as invisible as possible. With the distance between us drastically reducing. I readied myself for his approach, mentally prepare myself. My chest—God, it felt tight. Too tight. I shifted, fingers digging into the seat, the fabric rough under my grip. Breathe. Just breathe My knee wouldn’t stop bouncing. Damn it. I sucked in a breath, slow and deep, but it didn’t do a thing. Instead, I just sank lower into the chair, eyes shutting fast, like maybe that would make it all disappear.

"Hey, hey. I just had to tell the truth. Not explain." "I need to know," Kamila adds. "Is it like a hand fetish, or are they hands holding things? Do you have some folder full of pictures of serial killer's hands or something?" "You'll never know." Ezekiel grins then says, "Come on, the rest of you still need to answer." "Cat videos," Jeremiah states. "I find them relaxing." "O...kay," I say. "I'm dying to hear yours, Law." He grins. "I have about fifty tabs open right now of flowers."