Sin For Me Novels & Stories

"Letting off some steam. My alpha has been getting on my nerves these past few days." "Mind telling me who your alpha is?" He sighed and clogged down the contents of his beer. "Alpha Redd. I am his beta." The bottle slipped from my hands. "That jerk?"

This wasn’t me. This wasn’t Sofia Chris, the quiet, devout girl who spent Sundays in church and her free moments volunteering. Sofia Chris didn’t feel a jolt of something akin to desire when a man’s eyes lingered on her, didn’t feel her pulse quicken when his voice dropped to a husky whisper. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. It was wrong. It was… a sin.

Instead, I've always been like this. Thriving on control, brutality, beauty in blood, love for the sound of gunshot, wanting to watch the world burn. Everything. I was born this way. It was like that placenta that followed me to the world but was cooked for me to eat instead of being buried with the demons of the world. It was like my flesh that expanded as I continue to grow and now, it continues to impact those around me. My gaze lingers on her naked form, watching her thighs shake as her chest heaves. I do feel strong. But today. Just today. I've felt stronger than I've ever felt in my entire twenty three years of existence.

Nothing ever felt this completely wrecking. They didn’t just fuck. They shattered. Together. And in that moment, his heart whispered what his mouth didn't. ‘Thank You For Coming Back To Me, Sunshine.’

Sin stated, causing my eyes to widen as my heart skipped a beat. “I will not be a part of your plan anymore, I change my mind.” I say out of confusion. Sin let's out a laugh, “you can't opt out now, or do you want to remind you that i saved your freaking life by making you my beta?, you owe me and you will help me kill her.” I sighed heavily, taking a few seconds to process what he said, “alright, I will help.” “Of course you will.” Sin said, his gaze heavy on me as he raised his eyebrows, “do you remember the plan?”

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.

Sinclair trailed off and then looked at me with shocked eyes. I gave her a sad smile. She finally understands without explanation. This is why she is my best friend. “Really?” she asked. “Yeah. I have everything I need, like I said. Once it’s done, I’m coming back. But hey, you have to let me know how things go between you and Isaiah.” I said smiling. “Let’s not open that door.” Sinclair said. “Why not? You want a mate like me, right?” I said. “I want to belong.” Sinclair said.

Shawn was out there, doing his thing, living his life however he pleased. It's fine “It’s cool,” I muttered I said it again tiredly. “It’s cool.” I fell on my bed and before I knew it I was drifting off…. A faceless but powerful man stood over me behind a black mask I felt him before I saw him His hands touched me, tracing lines on my body. I tensed up but I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t. Then his lips,soft, hot, demanding…moved lower. Kissing between my thighs. “Ready to Sin?”

I can’t be indoors all day doing nothing while Jake goes out in the morning and disappears till nighg doing God knows what. This is why I took it upon myself to carry my lazy ass outside and hustle like the rest of the world. Hmm, who knows… I might be a boss lady in the future. ***** “Your name please” the sectarian said. I was on my phone behind two couples who kept saying weird Muahh stuff. I felt like using my heels and slapping one of them from behind. Like yuck, carry your fake relationship elsewhere. “Ma’am?” She called out again. “Huh?” I looked up at her. “Oh.. oh shit, sorry.” I giggled but she rolled her eyes at me without any form of professionalism.

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.