Sin And Chocolate Novels & Stories

I loaned quietly trying not to bring the attention of others. Especially not Jake’s step father. All these while I’ve been thinking Daniel was Marcus but now I know the truth? I guess all is well. Who would have thought. Norah Black fucked all three men in the same family and none of them are aware of my doings. Damn, you’re a rebel girl. “Fuck..” I snapped out of my thoughts as he bit my neck while thrusting harder. He leaned in and sucked on my nipples through my top while pounding me. My tits bounced hard to the point that it made me extra horny. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him deeper.

I quietly sat down across from him, feeling strangely proud of myself for making the feared Sylvester Muskegon speechless. I had barely touched my breakfast when my eyes suddenly landed on something on top of the fridge. Chocolate. An entire jar of chocolates. My eyes immediately lit up. Being honest, I found it quite strange that tough muscular men like them still eat chocolates. Before I could even speak. “No.” I blinked in confusion. “What?” Sylvester didn’t even look up from his phone. “You already had the idea in your head,” he muttered calmly. I stared at him in disbelief. Was he psychic?!

i am crying softly now, and I still stifle out a response. "Make me cum, please. Oh, Mr. Sin, I want to cum so badly it hurts," I confess. The grin that sprowls over Sin's face makes me doubt if I am dealing correctly with a man like Sin. "Good girl. I enjoy hearing you beg for what you want," he murmurs. I notice how close he is to my pussy and his breath hitting my clit forced me to widen my thighs. *** ***SINCLAIR'S POV*** Summer is a fucking addiction. A woman like her would make me beg on my knees to worship. And when I close my mouth on her holy temple, I hear her cry out.

My voice barely carried in the dark. He turned to face me. Slow. Deliberate. The shadows cut across his face, leaving only the hard line of his mouth and the weight of his stare. “What did you have in mind, princess?” The question hit low and dirty. “I–I–dunno,” I stuttered, pulse racing like I was already being chased. A quiet, dark chuckle rolled out of him. The sound alone made my knees want to buckle. “You’re really playing innocent now.” God, that voice. Low, rough, threaded with something hungry. It was sexy enough to drop me to my knees right there on the cold floor.

He continued reading for a while after I entered and only looked up when he had marked the place he had stopped. “Damian,” he said simply as he leaned back on his seat, acknowledging my presence. “Selene is not right for me. She's just,” I began. “You're wasting your time,” he snapped. “This is about your feelings, no one cares about that.” “I can't commit my life to someone that has no value to me. And that's what you're trying to make me do,” I protested. “I don’t want to live a lie.” “You’re already living a lie,” he replied without missing a beat. “You’re living a lie pretending that you have a choice.”

“If I had to guess immediately, I’d say allergic to chocolate is the most boring of the three. It has to be true.” Wow. This guy doesn’t have a filter. “She’s smart,” Jake states his opinion. “I could see her creating and selling an app.” “With Peyton as her best friend, I wouldn’t put skydiving past her,” Eli adds. “Hmm, I say the lie is she’s allergic to chocolate. I didn’t see her eat a Scotcharoo, but I doubt she’d make them if she’s allergic to them.” “I’m not a certified skydiver,” I share triumphantly. “I am allergic to chocolate. It’s not deadly. I break out in hives for twenty-four hours.”

Her little seduction game was clearly working, and I refused to let her turn me into another weak, pussy-whipped idiot like my brother. I grabbed the bottle of tequila and took another long gulp, letting the burn slide down my throat, but it did nothing to kill the painful throbbing in my cock. I tried desperately to shove her smirk, her naked body, and that pussy out of my head… but the more I drank, the harder it became. Fuck it. I turned on my phone and scrolled through my hidden folder until I found her videos. What the fuck am I doing? Seconds ago I was trying not to think about her, and now I was actively searching for her like a desperate pervert.

Grabbing a piece of the chocolate, which I believed was in the all-four position, Leslie gripped my hand before I could take it to my mouth. "Don't eat it!" She exclaimed. "Why not?" I raised a brow at her. "It's sinful," She mumbled, frowning. "What makes it sinful?" I questioned. "I mean, it's a chocolate that a guy you don't even know gave to your friend, mentioning his sinful intentions." Shrugging, I removed Leslie's hand with my other hand and tossed the chocolate into my mouth before she could stop me. "Goodness, this tastes so good," I moaned.

Her voice was angelic, like music to his soul. “Yeah we went for the actual pleasure. What’s your name?” He demanded, letting his tongue brush her lower lip. “April. Just April.” “April huh? I’m Sin.” He watched her reaction closely. Her shoulders shook with mirth, “The name fits you.” She made the move to get out of his arms and Sin felt his arms subconsciously holding her tighter. The moment he realised what he did he unwound his arms from around her, gave her the space she wanted while he made himself busy by discarding the used condom into his bathroom bin.

I whispered to the empty room, though my hands were shaking. The silence that followed wasn't peaceful; it was charged. I knew Xavier. He was probably vibrating with a mix of lethal embarrassment and possessive fury right now. But the way his voice had softened at the end—that low, sugary growl that promised 'consequences'—made a heat bloom in my stomach that had nothing to do with hunger. I reached for the bar of vintage dark chocolate I’d liberated from his secret stash behind The History of the Byzantine Empire. It was rich, bitter, and tasted like victory.