Sinful Addiction Novels & Stories

In the darkness, she promised herself that she was going to make him regret ever taking her. Serena had spent hours in the dark, her wrists were aching and her mind was racing. She replayed everything she knew about Lucian Moretti. She had heard he was Ruthless and Calculating but most of all, Dangerous. He wasn’t just another enemy in her father’s long list of rivals, he was the kind of man who didn’t play fair.

Sienna stared at the bathroom mirror, the steam from the hot shower fogging the glass, blurring the woman she used to be. She had crossed lines she could never uncross. The thrill had become a living thing inside her chest. It pulsed louder every time she let him in, every time she felt him against her skin while her husband slept above them. She was addicted, and addictions never ended clean. The phone buzzed against the counter. She didn’t need to look. She already knew who it was.

What made a guy like Matthew, who used to be ride-or-die loyal, just toss his morals? Only answer I could come up with? Novelty. Ten years deep, and all we talked about were groceries and utility bills. Vivian, though? She was chaos in a pretty dress—bright, loud, unpredictable. And just like that, he was hooked. It turned into a full-blown addiction. No guilt. No hesitation. Just shameless kisses and discount passion. It turned into an addiction, one strong enough to erase any guilt. No guilt. No shame. Just easy kisses and cheap thrills.

i am crying softly now, and I still stifle out a response. "Make me cum, please. Oh, Mr. Sin, I want to cum so badly it hurts," I confess. The grin that sprowls over Sin's face makes me doubt if I am dealing correctly with a man like Sin. "Good girl. I enjoy hearing you beg for what you want," he murmurs. I notice how close he is to my pussy and his breath hitting my clit forced me to widen my thighs. *** ***SINCLAIR'S POV*** Summer is a fucking addiction. A woman like her would make me beg on my knees to worship. And when I close my mouth on her holy temple, I hear her cry out.

The sight was ravishingly tempting, urging him to do something sinful to her. Luca was tempted to be buried deep inside her, but he refrained from doing so. He didn't want to get her mad. She passed out on him last night so he was sure she would be pissed when she'd wake up but then again. When it came to her, he just couldn't get enough of her no matter how much he tried to control himself. She was such an addiction that it scares the f*ck out of him sometimes and yet again he was tempted to devour her all the time.

Sage Despite what everyone said, what they will continue to say, despite the anarchy he raises, Dante Sokolov is sin wrapped in a gloriously beautiful male human body. And he's what truly living feels like. This substantial, nebulous force that could never be watered down or put out. When we agreed to be friends with benefits last year, I knew he'd be bad for me. I never really cared. I was caught up in his hot body and sexy accent that felt velvety in my ears.

Do you plan to keep them around a little longer? Sinful: The ones I sent to you only contained their misconduct with their legal business, not the underworld business. It'll take a little while longer for me to dig out something that'll put them away forever. Alpha: Alright. I'll make use of this properly; you have nothing to worry about.

The sight is so beautiful, so filthy, so perfect. I sit up quickly and take hold of her, pulling her close. I use my juice, rubbing it all over her chest, caressing her breasts slowly. Just the way her lips tremble, I know she is enjoying it. I take the chance to squeeze her nipples, pinching them roughly, and she moans. “Oh my God, baby, yes, that’s the spirit.” I continue to squeeze her, grope her, caress her, but my mind doesn't feel any guilt about this. If anything, I can feel the full drive of my sexual addiction kicking in in full force, making me feel overwhelmed, making me feel extremely powerless.

“A colleague. A woman who can talk. Do you understand what that does?” He did not wait for an answer. He shoved two fingers into her and found her wet, of course wet, the paranoia and the punishment already braided. He made a sound that was not kind. “Of course you do. Close call and this cunt still opens. That’s the addiction. That’s why we don’t get to be sloppy in daylight.”

She stepped into the quiet hallway, the lock clicked shut behind her with a sound that felt final. Nora leaned against the cold wall pressing her hand on her chest, while breathing hard like she had just escaped from being eaten by a wild animal. Her legs felt weak. Between her thighs she was already soaked, the thin fabric of her underwear clinging uncomfortably to her skin. Every place he had almost touched still tingled with leftover heat. She swallowed hard, closing her eyes. Tomorrow is going to really be a rough one she taught. She was already forbidden from touching herself. And now she's left with the punishment of spending the entire night aching for the moment that door would be lo