Sin City Graphic Novels & Stories

He rasped, ignoring that he had frightened the living daylight out of me. "Why?" I asked, still panting. Sin halted in his tracks. I glimpsed a tattoo I hadn't noticed on his back. It was a wolf with the inscription Blue Moon written underneath. It was large and it covered half part of his back. I wonder why I hadn't noticed because he was shirtless earlier. It was because you were busy ogling him! Inner me jeered. I rolled my eyes and gazed back at him. "In as much as I detest you. I don't want to be blamed for your death. Also, you need to do as you are told without questioning me." He grunted, walking away from me.

I wasn't sure if he knew what that did to people, but it definitely did a lot to me. Sometimes I wondered how someone could be so ridiculously handsome. It almost felt unfair. Like God had taken his time with him and then decided to show off. Not that Griffy was perfect. He had a pointed nose, and I knew some women didn't like that. Luckily, I wasn't one of them. My thumb brushed over his abs on the screen. Even through a picture, they looked hard as stone beneath sun-kissed skin. He had taken the photo last summer during a business trip.

Outside, the city was awake — people rushing to work, businesses opening, life continuing as if nothing dangerous was already in motion beneath it all. But Adrian wasn't part of that rhythm. Not today. His phone remained in his hand for a moment before he locked the screen and set it aside. Everything was already in place. All that was left… was execution. The car turned off the main road, heading deeper into the quieter outskirts of the city. The kind of place where normal people didn't go — and dangerous people met without interruption. A place without records. Without witnesses. Without mercy. Adrian didn't speak the entire ride.

His father was not at home but I knew Damien was inside. “What the fuck is going on?” I heard Damien's voice behind me and when I saw him, the already planned lines I had prepared to tell him disappeared from my head completely. I forgot why I was even there. He was sweaty and shirtless, and the whole thing reminded me of the session we had… the way he had held me down with those strong arms as he had pounded orgasm after orgasm out of me. I had been drunk the first time I had seen him but right now, with clear eyes, I could see what a beautiful specimen he was with his broad chest and sculptured torso. His trouser was hanging lowly on his hip and it was driving me crazy.

Sienna “Adrian! Gosh you scared me!” “Yeah, sorry about that, Si,” his voice came up. It sounded coarse, but altogether he sounded as if I’d just woken him up. “Don't you sorry me. Tell me what happened. Are you okay? You sound weird.” “I’m just really tired, Si, these problems just keep on piling up.” “Talk me through Eddie; I'm listening.” He sighed before continuing, “Right so I was overlooking the damage here at the warehouses when I just got the news that someone had attacked our shipment cargos back in Chicago. It seems like I might have to be back sooner than before.”

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

Nelson taunted as his hand stayed possessively on my hip, while I stared at Jameson who was staring at me, no, staring at the tattoo. His expression stayed neutral, but I caught the brief flash of surprise. “You're lunar katt?” Jameson asked. “The one and only.” Nelson answered smugly before I could speak. My cheeks burned hotter and I can't tell if it's from pure shame or the twisted thrill of this whole situation. I took a slow breath and stepped closer to Jameson, letting my hips sway gently. I ran my fingers down my body, cupping my breasts. “You can't tell mum and dad Jameson. Please."

"Will you be fine?" I shake my head. "That's how many times you're asking that question? I'll be fine, Sinclair. It's just a needle, nothing more and you've done this before so why are you so worried?" "I know, " he sighs, bringing our entangled hands to his lips. "Just want to make sure you're comfortable doing this. " "I am. " I assure him with a big smile before turning back to the man. "A heartbeat, please. Around the wrist with SIN below it. "

I stared at the camera opposite to me, aware of people who had their phones up, they couldn’t stop taking my pictures. I continued to walk as the slow music continued to play behind me. I could tell the song, it was one of the tracks in my most played playlist, ‘Think’ by Kaleida. I stopped on the cross mark tattooed on the floor and continued to pose differently when the host announced Mr. Armani Gracie’s to make an appearance, which he did, cat-walking straight toward me.