Sin And Chocolate Audiobook Novels & Stories

The Lord doesn't accept the prayers of a sinner,” Roman whispered. "I'm not a sinner,” Sophia managed to hug her knees. “I’m not a sinner," "You were born a sinner, Sophia,” Alecia said again. “Chase told that to you. He did! Your parents were sinners! The man who kills for you is a sinner! The world you were born into is that of sinners! Everyone around you are sinners! That makes you a sinner!" "Please stop it,” Sophia covered her ears and placed her forehead on her knees. “I’m not a sinner. It doesn't mean I'm a sinner,"

Sage Despite what everyone said, what they will continue to say, despite the anarchy he raises, Dante Sokolov is sin wrapped in a gloriously beautiful male human body. And he's what truly living feels like. This substantial, nebulous force that could never be watered down or put out. When we agreed to be friends with benefits last year, I knew he'd be bad for me. I never really cared. I was caught up in his hot body and sexy accent that felt velvety in my ears.

--- Curiosity overruled self-preservation and I opened my work email. No subject or sender. Just an image attachment. The file loaded slow, pixel by pixel, until I was staring at it. It was a still from that same hallway video but clearer this time. The man’s face was in partial shadow… but his mouth was visible. That faint, mocking curve I’d seen this morning. Sebastian. --- I shut my laptop so fast my cup rattled, people around turned to look but I didn’t care. The phone buzzed again. “Now do you believe me?”

I thought about the scandal, the ruin, the absolute chaos that would rain down on my life if anyone found out what was happening right now. ​And then I thought about Chloe’s red stilettos kicked against my baseboards. ​"I don't want you to stop," I whispered, the confession tasting like dark, forbidden honey on my tongue. ​A feral, guttural growl ripped from Alexander's throat. ​He surged upward. He didn't just stand; he crowded into my space, his massive frame looming over me, blocking out the firelight, blocking out the entire world. He planted his hands on the sofa cushions on either side of my head, trapping me completely.

I had to find out why he had saved me. I crept out of my room, the silence of the mansion pressing against my eardrums. I made my way downstairs, my feet silent on the black marble. My destination was the room where I had seen him hours ago. I pushed the door open. The air was heavy, the scent of her cheap perfume still struggling against the dominant, woodsy musk of his cologne. The room was pristine. The bed where they had sinned was already straightened, the fabrics replaced. It was as if the act had never happened.

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.

Because no matter how sweetly he kissed me or how innocently he drank my hot chocolate… Tristan Desmond was still the Devil. And I was completely, hopelessly addicted to sin.

21 Kristen The touch of his lips was luscious against mine. I couldn’t get enough. My hand kept him clipped to my mouth. He was moulding against mine in a perfect rhythm, yet I couldn’t stop myself from smacking my pluckers even more. It was so sinful yet so pure. The need was raw, wild, tempestuous and real. God knew how long I had been yearning to see him, meet him and love him again. I could burn right now. Finally, he was here to tame down the fire. I got him back.

I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, my hips rolling off the hard bench. "It feels so good, Father Edmund," I gasped out, panting as I kept my eyes locked on his shadow through the screen. "I’m fingering myself right in front of you. Come on, tell me I'm going to hell. Tell me I'm a sinner while you listen to me fuck myself like a dirty little whore I am." The booth rattled violently, making me jump. A loud bang echoed through the small space as he slammed his door shut, leaving the confession booth.

BEFORE YOU READ Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege. This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you. (***) Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews.