Sin And Chocolate Audiobook Novels & Stories

After a disbelieving beat ticked by, I allowed my gaze to travel to the lazy bastard, who lounged in his chair and, I knew fromexperience, had full use of both of his hands. “Sloth is a sin,” I said, my gaze narrowed. “So is pride,” he returned. “In fact, it’s believed to be the deadliest of themall.” Ugh. Now I had to serve him, or I was the greater sinner. I hated whoever took the time to teach this man the Bible. I dropped my fork and forced a smile. “Tea or water, D’yavol?” Elbow resting on the armof his chair, he ran a thumb across his jaw like he was thinking about it. Ahint of pleasure sparkled in his eyes at the demeaning situation he’d put me in.

A single drop of his cum from their previous round was still slowly trickling down her inner thigh, making the sight even more tempting and possessive. Fuck, Damon thought. His massive cock throbbed hard in his pants. His jaw tightened with raw hunger. “Stay just like that,” he said as he moved behind her again. His large hand reached out and cupped one full, soft ass cheek, squeezing hard enough to sink his fingers into the plush flesh. “This fucking ass is going to be the death of me.” “This chapter,” he said, "Is about a powerful man who can’t resist his young, beautiful chef. He’s married. He knows he shouldn’t. But every time he sees her in his kitchen, he bends her over and fucks her l

“Oh. My. God” “Shit!” he says at the same time, why? is it some kind of penance I have to pay? Why does the universe insist on taking it out on me? Why can't things be perfect? Life is cruel and it hates me. “Ahemm” I hear someone clearing his throat “Good afternoon Miss Swan, it's a delight to see you again, the world is a very small place. I am Vitto Parisi, your new business partner,” says the older man kindly.

Before I can stop myself, my head turns of their own accord, making the kiss land on my cheek instead of my lips. I take a deep breath, reminding myself that I also let Leonardo, my brother's murderer touch me, and even enjoyed it. Hell, the past two days, I have woken up quite a few times with my panties soaked from dreaming about Leonardo. This morning, I had woken up with my legs spread and my fingers between my legs. I had kicked off my panties some time in the night during my wet dream. Luckily, I always keep my door locked while sleeping. Otherwise, I won't know how to explain to my parents the reason my gown is pulled to my waist, with panties gone as I touch myself. Sometimes, while

When their paths intersect, what unfolds is not chaos for its own sake, but a confrontation with truths neither of them was prepared to face. This story is not about chasing sin. It is about the moments when something feels both right and dangerous at the same time. When connection arrives gently, unexpectedly, and refuses to be ignored. When desire does not scream, but whispers, and those whispers are often the hardest to silence. As a reader, you may find yourself wanting certainty. You may wish for clear lines, obvious answers, or decisions that feel easier to accept. Irresistible Sin does not offer that kind of comfort. Instead, it offers honesty. It offers emotional realism. It offers c

"Astro has agreed to help me, and I'm convincing Hale next." "You want me to work with you, I assume," Sinful muses, dipping his head back to look at the night sky, the stars glittering wonderfully. "Too bad Hale hates me, and would rather rip my throat out then do what is best for this family." I shiver, despite the warm water that envelops me. I’m assuming Hale is a Sin, one who I have never heard of before. If he is even half as terrifying as Sinful and Cian, then I’m not sure I want to meet him, even if the more powerful immortals we have on our side, the better chance we have against Stace.

And though the nights would be long, the silence unbearable, the ghosts of their love lingered—painful, beautiful, eternal. The empire remained unchallenged, Nicholas’s rule absolute, but his soul bore the imprint of Rafe’s love, a mark no power, no bullet, no betrayal could erase. The world would see a man who had everything, but inside, he carried the greatest loss: the man who had been his everything. And in that loss, in that devotion that burned hotter than any fire, Nicholas Rhodes truly understood the meaning of love, sin, and survival. Because Rafe had been his sin. His devotion. His heart. And Nicholas would never, could never, forget.

He didn’t want to believe she didn’t love him anymore. Not when he could still feel the same fire in her kiss. Not when this moment felt so much like love. Love, just like before. He kissed her back... fiercely... and laid her down on the bed. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt the mattress beneath her. She tried, with all her strength, to ignore the truth. That this was a sin. That she was about to sleep with a married man. That after this, she’d never be able to face herself again.

“I can’t wait anymore, Father. I sat through your entire sermon thinking about your cock inside me while you preached about resisting temptation.” He grabbed my chin, eyes blazing with lust and guilt. “You’re going to destroy me.” Then he kissed me brutally, lifting me off my feet and carrying me toward the side chapel. He set me down on the edge of a small side altar and dropped to his knees, shoving my dress up. “Spread your legs. Let me taste my sin.” I obeyed, gasping as his mouth attacked my pussy with intense hunger. His tongue fucked me deep, then circled my clit while two thick fingers pumped inside me. The wet, obscene sounds echoed off the stone walls. I gripped his hair, moaning l

Elara was really finding joy in her sinful friendship with Meela, which she saw as a bright spot in her dark life even though the secrets with the Lennox men were still there. Her mom called her one day advising her about her indecent dressing which she said had gotten worse and also about how same sex making love is a sin in Gods eyes. Talking about sins, Elara was far gone in them and she was sure that God no longer cared about her bullshit. He must be tired of hearing the name Elara Voss. **Mom:** Baby, how are you? **Elara:** I am fine mommy. Just stressed a lot these days from shoots. How are you?