Sin Of Lust Novels & Stories

"Please! Don't!" "You'll be doing a lot of begging tonight.." Sinister glint of devil was dancing in his eyes. I panicked as he stared down at me with lust filled gaze I was well aware of and crawled backward when suddenly he wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me forward. I gasped as I trembled against him as he ran his hand down my towel covered chest. My panic knew no limit, I couldn't decipher what was happening. I felt his other hand pushing my thighs apart and breathing became more haggard as his cold fingers trailed up my inner thigh. "N-no!" I whimpered, holding the towel against my chest, water accumulating at corners of my eyes, ready to flow, as he groaned trailing his fing

Lucifer saw Daniel start to put the pieces together, and smiled. “ See, this beautiful young woman here,” Lucifer said, pointing at Louise. “ Is Lust she is one of my many angels, but she is special, she is one of the seven mostly deadly sins you could ever commit. Daniel meet Lust.” He finished trying to stop himself from laughing. “How could you? I loved you. You said you would marry me.” Daniel weeped. “Sorry, hunny. You were just a name on a list. You were an excellent lay though. But it was just a job.” Lust answered.

Allistair took a deep, steadying breath, feeling the weight of the task ahead settle across his shoulders like a living thing. “Caius, Lust, Greed, Sloth. Surround us,” he said, his voice low but firm. The four Sins moved instinctively, forming a circle around him and Lucifer, their bodies poised to shield, steady, and anchor the magic about to be unleashed and to link their bond with each other.

“Bones of saints. Fingers of martyrs. Tongues of virgins. Sealed in 1893 after a scandal the Church buried deeper than the dead. Now it’s mine.” He entered me slow, thick, and bare. No condom. No hesitation. Just heat, stretch, and fullness. I arched, cried out, and the rope biting my wrists, the velvet slick beneath me. He fucked me like a prayer—deep, deliberate, and each thrust a syllable of Latin I didn’t know but felt in my bones: “Dominus vobiscum… et cum spiritu tuo…” The cameras rolled. The candles burned lower, wax dripping onto the stone like tears of the damned.

My head went blank. “Fuck, Maddie…” He muttered, clenching his teeth. I felt him hit the one spot I could swear hadn’t been touched in ages. My dildos never did it. Every time I tried to give myself the pleasure I wanted, digging and searching for the right place, it was never satisfying. My chest rose and fell rapidly. My mind went in circles—shame, lust, desperation, and delight all tangled together. Every nerve in my body, every hair standing on my skin, screamed for more, and I didn’t want to resist.

"I think I understand," Father Daniels cut me off. "That is all, erm, very different." Then there was an awkward silence. "Having intercourse with a married woman is something that God would not approve of. However, with the husband being aware, that does make it better." "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I've done a lot of sinning. Am I a lost cause?" "Not at all," Father Daniels told me. "Everyone has their own secrets like this. Lust is one of the hardest sins to not commit. You should not chastise yourself for committing acts many others have committed."

You didn’t think I’d leave you without a little reward for giving Forbidden Lust a chance, did you? That would be cruel of me. Now be a good girl… and keep reading. A little piece of heaven after Chapter 160. Because in a perfect world, the morning always comes. 165 Emilia By the third orgasm, I stopped pretending I still had dignity left. "Fuck, Raf," I moaned when he hooked his hands under my thighs and lifted my hips, shoving a pillow underneath me. His other hand was already between my legs, ruthlessly spreading my own wetness over my clit until I was shaking.

he asked, his eyes darkening as he ran his fingers up my bare arm. ‎Goosebumps were all over my body. ‎"I'm saying it's wrong. It's a sin," I repeated, but I couldn't stop myself from taking a small step closer to him. ‎The way we were talking was already making me so horny and causing some wetness to pool at my core. The forbidden nature of our attraction made it almost impossible for me to resist him at that moment. ‎"What more can I say? I love doing forbidden things. The fact that it's forbidden makes me want to have you more, it makes it more thrilling and exciting," Tyson said huskily before leaning forward and capturing my lips in a heated kiss.

I replied. There was a silence, a moment of recognition. He cleared his throat. "What sins have you come to confess today, Serena?" he asked. His tone tried to be pastoral, distant, but I noticed the tension. I noticed how his breath hitched for a second before saying my name. I leaned closer to the lattice, so close my lips almost brushed the wood. The scent of clean soap and manliness emanating from his side of the booth intoxicated me. "Lust, Father," I whispered. "I can’t stop having impure thoughts. They are constant. They consume me."

Daphne's POV She told me he had pushed her off a cruise ship after a successful operation. She made it clear that he was in his senses when he did it. He must have been blinded by his greed for money. Did he even think twice that it was his wife? He just--- It's really a mean thing to be selfish, I think he really deserves death. Yes he does, and I will be the poison chalice to fulfill that. He's a lunatic who can't control his lust.