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"Come to me, baby. " When Sinclair's eyes darken, I know it worked. Sinclair doesn't waste another second to climb on the bed and hover over my body. "All these?" He asks as his eyes move between my chest, my core and the cake. "My sin?" "Do you like it?" I ask him. "Like it? I fucking love it, baby. All for me?" "For you. All for you. " I moan when his lips melt against my neck. "I fúcking love you, baby. " He whispers near my ear as he licks my earlobe and I moan in response.

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.

Gavin once again leaned down and claimed Evadne’s lips with a kiss, to which she eagerly responded while he continued his rhythmic movements within her intimacy. Initially, Evadne thought that what happened between her and Gavin could be considered a sin. However, now that she knew she was free, she had no intention of considering that supposed transgression a mistake, especially if it involved being with Gavin. But God was still kind, as she didn’t dwell on thinking she was sinful for indulging in another relationship. What was happening between them now was beyond judgment. They were both free. It couldn’t be denied that Gavin brought immense pleasure to Evadne. His moans escaped his lips

It was like a silent connection, an invisible thread pulling me toward him. He was tall, easily over six feet, and his frame was solid, built with the kind of strength that didn’t scream for attention but demanded it anyway. The fitted black Tom Ford suit he wore was immaculate, tailored to perfection. It clung to his broad shoulders, outlining the strength in his chest and arms. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his jawline was sharp, like it has been carved from stone. There was something about him that screamed power, like he belonged in a place far more exclusive than The Ember, a high-end club that catered to people like me, but never someone like him.

he mouths, voice rough, thumbing his slit until more cum oozes out, glistening in the dim light. Father Khatri has tried to keep away from Matthew since that night in the basement, three days ago, when he’d fucked the boy into oblivion and fled like a coward. He’d even shut the church doors, claiming illness to the flock, but the truth was uglier. He felt impure, rotten and his stomach churning with guilt every time he knelt to pray. for three days, he fasted, lips cracked and dry, whispering pleas to God for forgiveness, for strength. but the prayers didn’t work. all he saw behind his closed eyes was Matthew–those wide blue eyes glassy with need, his full red lips trembling as he begged and

I’m the fucking devil. I squat in front of the man chained to the roof of the basement in the Gambino mansion. His trembling arms are attached to the hook on the low ceiling by a thick metal clasp. He hangs there helplessly, leaving the rest of his body exposed to me to do with as I please. My gaze rakes over the sweat and blood clinging to his pale skin. Bruises and gashes paint his body like the finest piece of artwork, thanks to my fists.

ERICA The music thumped through the walls of the private lounge, muffled but persistent, a constant reminder of where I was. The air inside was thick, dimly lit by the faint glow of the neon signs outside. I sat across from Jordan, my only friend, the only person who felt like a piece of my past in a world I barely recognized anymore. His expression was a mixture of determination and concern, and his hands rested on the table between us, palms up, as if he was physically offering me something I couldn’t take.

he'd pressed. Chelsea had sighed, disappointed that she had not made that clear. She had leaned across the couch and taken her son's hand in her own, squeezing it. "Contraception is a sin because it removes the possibility of creating life. Pleasurable sex is not a sin, but sex that is solely for pleasure -- that disassociates sex from the beauty that is life and birth -- IS sinful. Sex feels good, but there is also a lot of responsibility that goes with sex. It is wrong to treat sex lightly and just use it as a perverse form of masturbation." Jimmy's cheeks had become hot with embarrassment at the mention of masturbation. "Oh. Ummmm. Yeah, that makes sense."

She glanced at the chocolates, nearly tempted to swallow another. “My job. Give me another chance. Drop the suspension." “No.” Temptation gave way to weakness, and she went for another chocolate. It was heavenly. “Better back off the candy,” Mitzy said in a soft voice, nodding to the tray of candy. “Or die ... of high cholesterol.” Justine froze, stunned. The blood roared in her head, her vision clouded. Back off or die, her messages had said. Twice. My God, she thought, then whipped her head up to face Mitzy.