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Before I can stop myself, my head turns of their own accord, making the kiss land on my cheek instead of my lips. I take a deep breath, reminding myself that I also let Leonardo, my brother's murderer touch me, and even enjoyed it. Hell, the past two days, I have woken up quite a few times with my panties soaked from dreaming about Leonardo. This morning, I had woken up with my legs spread and my fingers between my legs. I had kicked off my panties some time in the night during my wet dream. Luckily, I always keep my door locked while sleeping. Otherwise, I won't know how to explain to my parents the reason my gown is pulled to my waist, with panties gone as I touch myself. Sometimes, while

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

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His warm breath on my face, and that goddamn smirk of his that let me know he had won. “Look at me,” he instructed and I obeyed. I hadn’t noticed how dark his eyes were until now. They spoke of something evil that could only lurk in the depths of the ocean, and I hated to admit that they hypnotized me. My head fell back when the pressure built to unbearable heights, I needed a fucking release. I put my hand on his, urging him to go faster. Salvatore giving me a handjob did not mean I wasn’t straight. A girl could give me a handjob and I’d still feel the same. Liar.

I should curse his name and flee. But my body was a traitor. As his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck, a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity surged through me, pooling low in my belly. It wasn't the polite, distant touch I was used to from Simon. Ethan’s heat radiated through his shirt, searing my palms, and for the first time in my life, the "good girl" inside me went quiet. I didn't want to be a martyr anymore. I didn't want to be a placeholder or a business transaction.

I never imagined wanting to be a sinner and now I just want to be his sinner, be punished by his calloused hands, consumed by the darkness of the deaths he carries and the pain he causes, he is the most beautiful fucking fallen angel. I pressed my cheek against his chest, sighing in relief at the strong beats. I am a sinner, condemned without the right to defense by stronger people, incapable of feeling anything, being welcomed by the greatest foe, by the one who should have been worse than them, receiving a slow caress on the arm by the careful touch, giving meaning to the entire crossing until to come here, to be in your arms with my sins exposed bleeding openly between your fingers with n

Emphasizing the number and omitting any meaning of the word currently. “The seven deadly sins.” “Bingo!” She giggles. Proud and loving Daniela’s wit and her very soul that is a shard from the original Princess. “Do you know what sin this book revolves into, Daniela?” “Is I were to guess then, I shall say, the sin of---”

What if I fall into his trap and he ends up hurting me like he surely has done with other girls before? Reaching out, I pull the book into my lap, flipping it open right at the middle. Knowledge is power, and in order to be stronger than him, I need to prepare myself. And if my memory serves me right, he has read the book about me, too. Looking through a few paragraphs, I indulge myself in some of his back story. A lot is in relation to him being a Sin, and his relationship with his siblings. As interesting as it is, I want the details no one knows.

“Because I don't think God judges me, nearly as much as you do right now.” I exhaled sharply, willing myself to remain unaffected. “What is your name?” “Sienna.” She purred, her fingers trailing against the wooden pew beside her. “Sienna Rush.” She had the name of a sinner and the body of a Goddess. A dangerous combination. “And what brings you here?” She took another step, closing the space between us as I could see the mischievous gl in her eyes. “Curiosity.” “About faith?” “About you.”

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus