Sin Collection Novels & Stories

Vincent looked stunned to see them, then he smiled warmly. “Hey Clara and Sara. I’ve heard so much about you. It’s great to finally meet my stepdaughters in person.” His voice was deep and smooth, sending shivers down Clara's spines. He stepped closer and shook their hands. His grip was firm and strong. Clara could smell his masculine cologne. A rich, woody scent that made her hearts race. Sara smiled sweetly, but inside, her bodies was already reacting strongly. Her pussy grew wetter as she imagined what he looked like underneath those clothes.

Serena laid across the expensive carpet, her body weak and trembling in the aftermath of yet another powerful orgasm. Her skin was slick with sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Between her legs, she was sore, swollen, and still leaking Damien’s cum in slow, warm trails that ran down her inner thighs and onto the floor. The marks he had left on her body were already blooming dark hickeys on her neck and breasts, fingerprints on her hips, and red handprints on her ass from how roughly he had gripped and spanked her during their frenzied fucking.

She sobs in her palm, the teardrops rolling. “Harder,” he angles upward, causing her raised leg to be almost parallel with her body. “I love my ladies rough.” His lips find a spot on her neck, just an inch from the collarbone, and he nibbles, tongue greedily latches on her soft, bare skin, licking off the glitter, and throbbing against her beating artery. Sheryl loses it, heavy moans break off her beating throat, her head rocks back, giving him all the access he seeks. Her hand cups Clyde’s head, pressing his mouth on her skin, and her second hand runs up and down his back.

Why does it feel so good when it's supposed to be bad? She touched her chest to keep herself still but it wasn't working. She felt like a machine that was programmed to hyper speed. She wanted to be mad. She wanted to cuss at her boss but she couldn't. In as much as she doesn't want to admit it, the feeling she got from the kiss felt good and for some reason, her legs are shaking and there's this tingling sensation that is rippling through her abdomen. This is a sin! A very big sin.

I nodded and headed out of the room, I made sure the kettle was full and hung it over the fire to boil, then headed into her room and grabbed some of the clean bandages and rags that we had cut up the day before. In a rush, I turned around to head back to the room and ran into a hard chest; I stumbled back as hands grabbed my shoulders and steadied me. I looked up to see Sin’s red eyes looking down at me shimmering between his normal orange, yellow and red colors, they were beautiful and frightening. “What are you doing here?” I hissed under my breath so the others wouldn’t hear me, as I looked around to make sure no one had seen him. “What’s wrong, little flame?” he asked as he tilted my ch

His eyes were drunk with pleasure and looked at me in a daze while I struggled to take control of my racing heartbeat. I almost...gave in to the temptation. How shameful. "How dare you kiss—" He smirked. "You liked my kisses, Tasha," he answered, cutting off my words. "You almost responded," he added while looking at his hands. "Don't you imagine it!" The feeling of his hands on my breast brought such intense pleasure that I almost moaned. Ali and I had not reached that level yet. We were only innocent kisses, but with Alpha Redd, he was the one who introduced me to the different kinds of sin. A sin which I almost embraced and liked.

what Sin's doing to me is a whole other experience. ... [contact with the one you've been fated with is always different, compared to others, but very soon, i'll learn that isn't always true] ... When one of Sin's hands travels up my torso, he traces around my ribs, like he knows it will entice me. My chest rises and falls with a calm cadence, as if Sin's hands have sedative abilities. He's the supernatural after all, if he does have sedative abilities, it would explain why his touch dissipates the troubling pain.

“Give it up for Jade, fellas. She’s staying up here for the next rotation who’s buying the next ride?” Three men moved at once. First was a tall, lean guy in his late 20s tattooed arms, backwards cap, clearly a regular. Second was older, stocky, salt-and-pepper beard, wedding ring glinting as he tossed a fat stack of hundreds onto the stage. Third was built like a linebacker shaved head, thick neck, sleeves stretched tight over biceps. Each dropped at least five grand in crisp bills, letting it rain over Jade’s naked body. No words needed. This was Velvet Sin.

"Considering my list of sins concerning you, though, I guess it don't rate." Until he mentions the beer, I forget I'm even holding it, but I take a long pull now, refusing to grimace over the bitter taste. "Uh...yum." A laugh rumbles in his chest, making me want to snuggle closer. We're not alone in the room, though, and I can feel Rudy and Hank's interest from five feet away. So I lay my head on Uncle's Cain's shoulder and try to watch the television program, taking occasional sips from my beer. My limbs start to tingle when I've almost reached the bottom of the bottle...and that's when things like Cain's scent begin hitting me harder. Not just his soap and aftershave, though. No, the subtl

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?