Sin Of A Sinner Book Novels & Stories

She never told me anything, but I saw it in her eyes—the way something inside her was slowly breaking, piece by piece. Then one night, he came home drunk—worse than usual. Careless. And that was the night everything changed. He'd fucked my sister without a condom and just a few weeks later, April found out she was pregnant. Before we could even begin to understand what that meant, fate twisted the knife one more time. Our stepfather died in a car accident, leaving behind a mess he’d never have to face. A month later after his death, my sister went into labor. I remember holding her hand, telling her everything would be okay—even though I didn’t believe it myself. I remember the screams. The

The repentance book still lay open on the table beside us — the same one Ciara had read from while he fingered her. “Read,” he ordered, voice dark. “First paragraph. Adultery. Out loud.” My hands shook as I pulled the heavy book closer. My voice came out hoarse: “I… I renounce the sin of adultery… I reject all impure desires for another’s body… I offer my weakness as penance to the Lord…” “Good boy,” he praised softly. Then his hands were on me again.

"I know they wounded you. I know my parents are cruel. I promise, sulla mia vita, I will never leave you alone with them again. I will kill them before I let them hurt you again." He held me so tight I could not draw breath. His heart hammered against my ear—steady, strong, treacherous. He believed I wept for their words. He did not know I wept for the silk under the seat. For the tapping fingers. For the grandchild I had promised his mother, which would be born of his sin and my absence. I pushed against his chest, feeling the gun holstered beneath his jacket, cold and hard and honest in its violence. "Drive," I whispered. "Just drive."

It's something else entirely. Finally, he leans back, opening his own book. “You are trying to be honest with me, but you are holding back. I can feel it.” “I don’t know what you mean,” I murmur. “You think I’m dangerous,” he says, his voice soft. “You think I might hurt you, but you are still sitting with me. There is fear, but there is also curiosity. Admit it.” I can’t. But I feel the pull, the shock of realizing I have been judging him without a chance to see the truth. And then my curiosity pushes further. The words slip before I can stop them.

I’d stood in that pulpit and condemned fornication, adultery, every shade of sin… while I was busy ruining Mia’s virgin cunt, stretching her open, teaching her how to ride me until she soaked my sheets. Like King David— the man after God’s own heart— who saw Bathsheba, took her, and tried to hide the child he’d planted. He broke every commandment, arranged murder to cover it, yet God still forgave him. Still used him. Maybe there was room for a sinner like me too. But watching Mia tremble, pale and breaking apart right in front of me… that destroyed me more than anything. Her pain was mine. I’d made this mess.

I moaned, unable to stop it. “Look at you,” he said, his voice was low. “All shy and trembling. But you’re not a nun yet.” He leaned closer, his breath was warm on my cheek. “Let’s make sure you never want to be.” Then his voice dropped into a growl. “You’re my filthy little angel tonight. So go ahead… confess your sins to Daddy.” --- TO BE CONTINUED… --- Author's Note: Hey everyone, thanks for checking out my story! I've been so excited to share Mirabel's journey with you all. I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write.

And me, the foolish center of all of it. I wanted to scream. I wanted to vanish. I wanted God help me to be kissed again. Instead, I stood with my palms pressed flat to the desk, shaking like the wood might steady me. Sebastian hadn’t moved. He stood where I’d left him, chest rising like he’d swallowed fire, his hand white-knuckled against the desk edge. His eyes burned into mine, dark and endless, and I could still taste the desperation he’d poured into me. Blake was different. His face was pale, jaw tight, his fists trembling with restraint. He wasn’t fire he was stone. Breaking himself from the inside to keep from breaking me.

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

Hello, If you're still reading Sin That Binds. It was decided that I'd make it a two-part series of short horror mm erotica. So here is BOOK TWO. I hope you enjoyed Book One, Matthew and Khatri's story, and their plot twist. Title: Sanctum

But when Ace says it, I know it’s a promise he is willing to keep. Ace is the devil in disguise, a walking sin, and I will gladly follow him into the fire.