Seven Deadly Sin Book Novels & Stories

Cassian pulled her panties off and wiped his hand with it and then tossed it on the floor. Sin noted this with revulsion. Did he hate women? Or did he just love demeaning them? He took off his shirt, revealing heavy biceps and abs, Sinora swallowed. He was completely ripped. And on top of that, he had the face of god like man. It was hard to tear her gaze away from him. He caught her eyes, holding them in a heated confrontational stare for a moment, before turning away coldly.

His entire body shook as he came, shooting a massive, boiling hot load of cum deep inside me, filling my tight pussy to the very brim. He collapsed on top of me, his heavy chest heaving as he held me tight against the mattress. We stayed like that for a long time, the quiet returning to the room. The sin was turning into something much bigger, and as I felt his warm cum leaking out of me, I knew I was never going back to my old life again.

“Clean yourself up with your fingers and eat it. Then we’ll continue the interview.” I scooped his cum from my skin with shaking fingers and licked them clean under his watchful, sadistic gaze. Humiliation burned through me, but so did a dark, desperate need. This job… I would do anything to keep it. And Raphael Sinclair knew it. “Pathetic little cumrag,” he said coldly. His gray eyes raked over my naked body. “You think one sloppy fuck and a face full of seed earns you the job? The interview has barely begun. Crawl to me.”

"You'll hear all three before you respond." He folded his hands on the table. "Go ahead." "First." I met his eyes directly. "What happened in that building was not an accident caused by bad luck; it was caused by a choice; you had information that could have prevented the fire and you chose money over that information, and four people died because of that choice, including two people I needed." I paused. "I want you to know that I understand exactly what that means — not what it felt like for you after, but what it meant for the people who were in that building."

I had laid awake at night, picturing what it would feel like to stand in front of the people who gave me life, wondering if they shared my blue eyes, my nervous habits, or my obsession with drawing. ​Now, standing here, a heavy wave of pure panic washed over me. ​Do I actually want to do this? ​What if they didn't want me around? What if I was just a mistake they spent twenty-one years trying to forget? What if they had other children—kids they actually kept, raised, and loved—while I was the only piece they threw away? ​My throat tightened as a sudden surge of guilt hit me. How would my sisters feel about this? Ivory had practically sacrificed her youth to raise us after our adoptive parent

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The room suddenly felt too hot as their scents filled my nostrils, making my cock twitch uncontrollably. They looked at each other—their eyes saying things they clearly didn’t want to say aloud and their expressions were a mixture of fear, curiosity, temptation and something darker. “If… if we agree… what happens now?” Vivian asked me with a hesitant voice. I stepped between them, close enough for their perfume to surround me. “Now? Now you become mine.”I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Camila's cheek Camila trembled while Vivian’s lips parted like she was inviting my touch.

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

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.

Sienna Last night was a dream. Or a nightmare. I hadn’t come to a conclusion. But it was the first time in months I had sat down with Lucian and talked. He told me about his childhood. While we were together before, he would often close off when I asked about his childhood. He also never talked about his sister. Now I know why. When I returned to my room last night, sleep didn’t come easy. I stayed up thinking about what Lucian did, taking his pov. If someone wronged me, I would never go to this lengths to hurt them back. But after all these years I had learned, not everyone thought my way. The world I grew up in, revenge was a common thing. While kindness was not. That’s why I embraced kind