Sin City Novelas e Histórias

He warns and my gaze falls to the front of his pants where his dick strains against the pants. "Do you want me to take care of that?" I nod towards his pants and Sin's eyes meet mine briefly before he looks back to the road. "You are teasing me and this is not the best time for you to, Ashley. You're playing a dangerous game here. " He hisses and I chuckle before leaning back against the car. I will hold the teasing for later. For now; I am curious about where this place he's taking me is. Sinclair halts the car minutes later and I gaze out the window. We are in a secluded part of the town. It's so peaceful and quiet, away from the busy homes and streets.

Where had Leona taken them? “This, sweet, sweet Livi,” Leona grins. “Is sin city.” “I-“ Liviana shakes her head. “What?” She asks, looking at Violet, who sighs. “We’re in Las Vegas,” she tells. “Nevada,” Nadia adds. “Like I said- Sin City.” Leo claps. “AKA, the place where you’re going to have the best time of your life. I’m gonna make sure of that, like my life depends on it.”

***SIN'S POV*** It's around ten p.m. When all of my work meetings are over I just bought myself a good deal in Seattle. I am getting bigger here, but that doesn't mean I don't control Pembroke District no more. "Mr. Sin," Matteo says opening the car door as I slip out of the car. My muscles are taut and I just want to go to bed and relax, but I know that wouldn't be possible. Throughout the day, one thought has been running through my mind.

Since he had to address her frequently, he had asked earlier if he could call her by her name, and she had agreed without objection. “Actually sir, Miss Gomez is coming to meet you,” Sarang replied calmly. “Nic... ” A voice suddenly interrupted her. Sarang turned and saw a beautiful woman entering the cabin, moving straight toward Mr. Winter. The woman wrapped her arms around his neck without hesitation and hugged him tightly, even placing a kiss against his neck. Sarang instinctively stepped back, her presence suddenly feeling intrusive. “Hey, how are you, Nic?” the woman asked warmly. Sarang watched silently, her expression neutral, trying not to draw attention to herself.

"Let me hear destiny weep because it couldn't win with us. Let me hear the doors of heaven close on me because I shall continue to sin for you." I knew what he meant by sin. I could see Damien's burnt body in my eyes, the pictures on the reports, the way he had ruined Damien and his family. And I knew he wouldn't stop. Yet, I stayed here. Maybe I loved to hear the terrified noises of all the forces that failed against me.

An iron bar extended from floor to ceiling, exactly in the middle of the floor, and served as a pole-dance for two half-naked dancers. At the other table, Ethan, his date, and two other women were enjoying a game of cards while drinking. At first, Blair was surprised by the amount of information in that environment. The way people played, the aura of wealth, the sensual and flexible dancers revealing much of their bodies, the way the men carried themselves. That was her first real contact with the meaning of Sin City. - "Let's go." Will placed his hand on the base of Blair's spine and guided her to the table.

The servant brought him coffee, and Matthew went over what had happened, ending in silence. Robin pursed his lips and held the bracelet on the water table for a closer look, finally sighing, "Matthew, I don't want Serena to die, but this person who can save Serena, her character ......" Robin rubbed his brow and organized his words before speaking slowly again, "You're from Sin City, you should have heard of the Triangle of Death in Sin City, right?" The weather around Sin Capital was so changeable that even the most ordinary weather could sometimes claim hundreds of lives, attracting many people to explore there every year, but

His eyes darted from me to his daughter, who stood right in front of him, now speechless. My disgust was not only for him. It was for what he had done to his daughter that he had sold her like a ledger entry, like a problem to be balanced, such a selfish man. The thought of that, the thought of a father who traded his child to pay for his sins, it was sharper than any blade. It was petty and cowardly. “Mafia collects what is owed,” I said. “If one of ours is taken, we collect in full. The rules are simple. Blood for blood. Debt for debt. You chose your path years ago, Damon. You must live with what you planted.”

and too trendy and exactly what I needed to disappear into. I ordered a vodka martini and sat in the corner, trying to remember how to breathe. “That bad?” The voice was deep, with an accent I couldn’t quite place. Something Mediterranean, maybe. I looked up. He was tall—well over six feet—with broad shoulders filling out a black shirt that probably cost more than my rent. Dark hair pushed back from his face like he’d been running his hands through it. Sharp jaw. Full lips. Eyes so dark they were almost black, watching me with an intensity that made my stomach flip. Objectively devastating. The kind of man who made women do stupid things. “You could say that,” I managed. “Mi

But that need to be laid said screw it, making me feel alive in a way no prayer ever did. When the last counselor left, Caleb came behind me like a ghost, “Ready to sin, Hannah?” I nodded, unable to utter any word. I let him grab my hand, his palm rough and warm. We sneaked into the pines, crickets chirping like they were cheering us on. I was hyper-aware of my cotton panties, already soaked and clinging to my cunt.