Sin City Graphic Novels & Stories

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.

Who is he to show up last minute and ask me out? “I apologize, but I was busy; something at work came up.” His jaws clenched at that. “But I got these at the last minute, so I couldn’t give you much time.” He said as he put his hand inside his inner pocket of his coat and produced two tickets for the artist's exhibition. My eyes widened at that. The artists' exhibition was a carnival-type show that went all around the world carrying some of the most famous paintings for people to see. It came to Chicago this week. I had been trying to purchase the tickets, but they were all sold out by the moment they came out. He must have seen me eyeing the tickets hungrily when he put them in right away.

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.

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

It was a smiling emoticon with hearty eyes. I replied with an angry emoticon and turned off the phone. Redd drained all my energy with less effort. Damn him. A glass of drink was suddenly on my table, and when I looked up, it was a human. “I saw you alone. Mind if I join—” “No, thank you. I have someone with me,” I replied politely, cutting off his words. “I’m waiting for my boyfriend.” Disappointment crossed his face. “Oh, I see. Still, please accept my drinks. It’s not spiked.”

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."

The city skyline glittered beyond the tinted windows like distant stars, indifferent to the storm inside me. I needed something to distract me. I needed noise. Smoke. Bodies. Something to drown the echo of her voice calling me a controlling bastard, telling me to fuck myself while she drank my vodka like it was water. I grabbed my phone from the table and I thumbed open the secure chat with Salvado, my manager at Eclipse, the flagship club I owned downtown. Me: VIP section. Full lockdown. Ready in fifteen. The reply came instantly. Salvado: Understood, boss. Section cleared. Your usual bottle waiting. Security doubled.

Mrs Selina on her knees in my kitchen, looking up at me with those eyes while she swallowed my cum. I know it’s going to blow up someday. I know I should stop. But every time I try to pull back, Lina sends me something, a voice note moaning my name, a photo of her tits in the mirror with “Wish you were here” written in lipstick and shit, I’m right back in her bed. Some sins are just too good to quit. And honestly? I’m not even pretending to be sick anymore.