She's Sweet As Sin Novels & Stories

Just her—Ava. The night air was cool against my burning skin, the rustling of the trees fading into silence as my entire world centered on the woman in my arms. Her lips were soft, yielding, parting just enough for me to taste her, and damn, she tasted like sin itself. Sweet and heady, a mix of warmth and something untamed, like wild honey infused with fire.

So now, she sits right on top me and I can feel her hot breath fanning against my neck. Suddenly, I feel her lips pressed against my throat causing a tingling sensation making me groan out of strange pleasure. She is teasing me, for sure. Because she is not kissing my skin properly but is just brushing her lips against it. And I tell you, this is torture. All I want to do is grab her by her neck and kiss her fervently. She traces my sensitive skin behind my ear with her sinful lips. I guess, my Angel is not that angelic, huh? She can be a little devil if she wants.

" A chill ran down my spine at the malicious words coming from that innocent-looking girl. I was about to step around her and leave when she suddenly fell backward, flashing a triumphant smirk at me. "Argh! Help me, Jacob!" "Clara!" Jacob caught her just in time, and I let out a sigh of relief. No matter what happened between the adults, the child was innocent. "Ms. Adkins pushed me! She's an evil witch!" I instantly paled. "Selene, you were the one who signed the adoption papers! And yet you want her dead?" Jacob hissed, his expression turning grim.

He knew her temper and once she got angry she could kill him without a second thought. Don't get it wrong Sabrina was sweet but when she got angry the world would suffer. After saying those words he gave her some ice cream to calm her down and it always worked every single time. "you are lucky you know that." "Anyway how is you girlfriend. When can I see her again." Johnny was her partner in crime. every time they were together she felt carefree and relaxed around him. She looked at him and hoped that he could live a happy life. ***FLASHBACK****

"Trying to alert someone? You’ve got guts. "Let’s send a little message to Madam Susan, shall we? What do you think we should take?" Jason approached, a military knife gleaming in his hand, the sharp blade reflecting the dim light menacingly. Just then, Denise’s voice rang out, "No rush, Jason. She’s quite pretty. If you like her, why not have a little fun with her first?" Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and my vision turned red with fury. I glared at Denise, my whole body shaking with the desire to tear her apart.

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That is the difference between love and sex. "Don Maverick, we welcome you aboard. I will serve you and hope you will be happy with my service," The woman says, winking at me. Who the fuck is she, and why do I still employ her if I had an affair with her? "I don't know you. Why the hell do you think you have to service me?" I ask. I turn to the head of my security to get her removed. I do not want any trouble on this flight, and I do not want Belinda to believe that I will have an affair with any other woman besides her. Who is this woman, and why did she think I would like her to serve me? Everybody knows what she means. She is pretending to be a lover of mine, and I will not stand up for i

We were both still naked and I wasn’t sure whether it was going to bother her now that she wasn’t lost in the thrones of passion. “Hi,” I whispered against her ear. “Did you enjoy your nap?” Letting out a sigh, Sin rolled onto her back and gave me a shy smile. “When can we do that again?” she asked, surprising me. “Anytime you want,” I growled. She turned onto her side to face me, and reached out to press her palm against my cheek. I watched as her eyes darted over my face and then slowly trailed down my chest to my dick. “Can I taste you?”

Alpha Draven followed close behind, his jaw set like granite, emerald eyes as frigid as winter frost. Seraphine's gaze swept over my huddled form, and her full lips curled into a sharp, feline smile. "Behold her," she cooed, advancing with deliberate steps. "So delicate. So... easily shattered. No surprise you recoiled from the bond, my love. She's scarcely more than a fledgling." Her tone dripped with mock sweetness as she shifted her attention between me and Draven. He remained rooted by the threshold, arms folded, observing in stony silence.

It wasn't her soft feminine charm that seduced me instantly. Sure, I was bewildered by her at first sight. I experienced a rare phenomenon in my system as my eyes found her in that crowd. She was smiling, and that smile was by far the most genuine thing I had witnessed in this world. Nothing was as pure as that fucking one smile. Even tonight, although she was laughing at my obliviousness, that was the most fucking authentic thing in this manufactured world. And I wanted it badly. All her unblemished things are for me only. Her smile, her music, her chaos, and now especially her silence.