She's Sweet As Sin Novels & Stories

My jeans felt too tight, the air felt suffocating, beads of sweat dripping on my nose. But I didn't care. None of that mattered. Because I was Jaxon Black's wife. And that thought alone… a huge smile popped on my face. The Jaxon Black. Sinfully handsome and devastatingly powerful. And all mine. At least that's what I kept telling myself. Finally, I spotted the beautiful white mansion, standing as tall and sturdy as its owner. I reached the front of the mansion and flung open the door. I stepped into the marbled silence of the grand hallway, my heels clicking too loudly in a house that felt as empty as I felt inside.

The way she wore her gown in haste, fear evident. She turned to face me. Her eyes were sharp again, and I cleared my throat. “I need your name,” I said, bluntly. She blinked. “What?” “Your name,” I said again, slower this time. “Tell me what it is.” She hesitated. Her eyes fixated on the floor. “Selene,” she whispered. I sighed. “Selene,” I repeated, as if tasting it. “Well, Selene, I just told my father you’re my girlfriend.”

“Ah..ahhhh” Riven’s mouth opened behind my neck. “The Case is closed,” he muttered. “Your Ex is handled. We cleaned up your mess.” His fingers pinched my nipples again. “This is the payment, Sloane. We’re going to ruin you for it. You think it was free?” “The both of us will ruin you until you can’t remember what it felt like before.” Jonah pulled his fingers out of me. Riven’s hands left my boobs. The caught my wrists and pin them together behind my back with a chain.

My dick twitched even harder in my hand as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Her sweet, feminine scent immediately filled the room, making me want to inhale her like a fucking addict. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip seductively as she moved closer until she was standing right in front of me. “I came here to talk,” she whispered, her breath hot against my parted lips. “Didn’t know you were busy… jerking off to me.” Before I could respond or pull my hand away, her soft hand wrapped around my bare, throbbing length. I bit back a groan as she started stroking me slowly.

My heart stumbles. She’s… stunning. Gorgeous, like one of those girls you’d only see in magazines or on red carpets. Her skin practically glows, her green eyes bright and sharp, framed by thick lashes. Her nose is delicate, perfectly straight, and her lips—plump, blushed, and pouty—are impossible not to stare at. She’s the kind of beautiful that feels unreal, like a work of art you can’t touch but can’t stop looking at. “And completely out of your league,” a voice in my head reminds me, cold and mocking. I tear my gaze away, my ears burning, and stare at the wall like it suddenly got interesting.

“Hello there. I think you have me confused with someone else.” “I’d know you anywhere,” she insisted. “You’re Sedric Lionheart. The lead singer of Sinners.” Sed winced. The rest of the people in line started craning their necks, trying to glimpse the rock stars in their midst. Sed bent and whispered something in the girl’s ear. Her face lit up and she nodded. She hugged him and returned to the back of the line, bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly. Her entire body trembled from head to foot.

Leaning in close, she whispered, "If you pay another 2,000 dollars, my best friend and I will make sure you have an unforgettable night." For some reason, the photo I'd seen on social media of her and Yvonne appeared in my mind. They were smiling happily in the picture, their tight dance outfits outlining their perfect figures. These young women were barely old enough to join the adult world, yet here they were, trapped in the muddy quicksand of adulthood. I pushed Hermione off again and asked, "Is your best friend as pretty as you?" Thinking that I was interested, Hermione gave me a flirty look and took out her phone from her pocket. "Eager, aren't you? Aren't I enough for you?"

She was a lacy lady She laughed low, breathless, slutty and hooked one leg around my hip, grinding her wet heat against the erection in my pants. “Get inside me,” she demanded. “Now.” I dropped to my knees, pulled her panties to the side with no patience, and buried my face between her thighs. She tasted like sin damm, hot, slick, desperate. I licked her hard, tongue flat and dragged up her clit, circling her swollen clit with ruthless pressure before sucking it between my lips until her hips jerked off the table.

He and I shall be back to step one once again. This female is nothing like the female of sin rather she is kind and sweet and truly beautiful. The males are drawn to her beauty their eyes linger on her flesh thirsting for her hips, her breasts. But when I see her all I am reminded of is his betrayal. A constant reminder of what our path is.

Her steps were light and graceful, each movement imbued with an infectious energy that seemed to brighten the room. As she approached the reception area, her phone pressed to her ear, Sweet couldn't help but steal glances in her direction. His gaze lingered on her radiant smile, the way her eyes sparkled with amusement as she listened to whoever was on the other end of the line. He couldn't hear the conversation, but the sound of her laughter was enough to fill him with curiosity and a hint of jealousy. There was something about the way Seline giggled, her laughter echoing through the lobby like the tinkling of bells, that captivated Sweet's attention. He found himself drawn to her, his eyes