Sin And Chocolate 소설 & 이야기

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.

And if my memory wasn’t failing me—which it never did when it came to him—then it belonged to the man that I made out with. Fuck. I was done for. How did I get myself into this? I should have not gotten drunk… I shouldn't have even drank, if I had only controlled my… a shadow moved behind me, getting my attention and before I could gather the courage to face him, he closed the distance between us. In one swift, commanding motion, he turned me around by the shoulder like I weighed nothing. My breath hitched. Damian?

She gave him a look of disbelief. “Is this a bait to make me go out with you? Then I don’t want it.” She held out the chocolate slab, although her heart battled against it. The way it melted in her mouth, she craved the full thing. It seemed like the sinful fruit Adam gave Eve! Christian rolled his eyes at her but didn’t accept it back. “Joking, Skylar!”

“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.”

she frowns in rage. My favorite chocolate is not Cioccolato di Modica, but Bacio Perugina

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.