Sinful Collection Novels & Stories

“And clench that sinful cunt around me.” I obeyed, moaning the words over and over as he used me. He pulled my hair, choking me lightly with his rosary beads while pounding me. The contrast of the holy symbols against our filthy fucking sent me spiraling into another orgasm. Father Elias flipped me onto my back again, hooking my legs over his shoulders and driving even deeper. “I’m addicted,” he confessed hoarsely, sweat dripping from his brow. “Your body is my new religion. I’ll burn in hell for this… but I’ll fill you every day until then.”

The crowd’s roar hit them like a physical wave as Riven dragged Elowen back into the blood-stained ring by her wrist. Her legs were still shaky from the brutal fucking in the back room, and thick globs of his cum were already leaking down her inner thighs. The tiny shorts were gone Riven had ripped them off before they even stepped through the ropes. Harlan’s voice boomed over the speakers. “The Reaper claims his prize! Right here, right now!” Hundreds of eyes devoured her naked body her heavy DD tits bouncing with each step, her soaked pussy glistening under the harsh lights, cum and her own juices streaking her legs. Elowen’s face burned with shame, but her cunt throbbed with fresh need.

Brothers Marcus and Thomas stood before her, dressed in black, their collars tight against throats that worked with visible hunger. Between them, they held the instruments of her final purification: oil, warmed and golden; restraints, leather and velvet; and their own bodies, hard and demanding and ready to complete her corruption. "Confess," Marcus commanded, his voice the gravel of a man who had abandoned pretense of holiness. "One final time. Confess what you are." Eve's voice emerged hoarse, broken, perfect: "I am sin. I am flesh. I am yours." "Louder."

I’m angry at being interrupted by Sinful, and yet confused and afraid of what he is doing in my small apartment. "Sinful, what are you doing here?" I question, voice shuddering as I tuck my arms around myself securely, glaring at the smug immortals. "Since Hale wants to involve our wonderful sister, I'm forcing him to come with us to convince her into this plan,” he explains. As if on cue, Hale appears right beside Sinful, frowning at the sight of where he just transported himself. I huff out a sigh, grateful Lev is asleep in the other room.

he questions, brilliant white teeth flashing as he smiles at us both, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, his rolled up button up shirt showing off his strong build. “You know how I feel about you, Sinful,” Thought mutters tirelessly, looking over Sinful’s shoulder and into his home. “We are here for Millicent.” Sinful drags his gaze to me, smiling softly. He has such a charming, attractive look to him, which has nothing to do with his powers. He is the Sin, Lust, giving him the ability to seduce anyone with just a thought alone. I’m not sure if I could have handled being mated to him, so I’m not sure how Millicent does it.

My hands dropped down, I accepted my defeat. "I'm sorry, so where were we?" He mended his coat by giving his shoulders a shrug and uttered. My tears began flowing, I had dreaded this day for so long, who knew the man I have let my heart to fool me would be the reason I will meet that pervert again. Why was he punishing me for Scarlet's sins? "She is with me right now." He said, I was shivering and sitting with my body straight and my heart praying. That was it, he got me F**** up.

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

“You looked so beautiful.” I want to say I know but I want him to answer my question first. I want to know his reason first. I am a sinner and I can’t admit that to him. I am not what he thinks I am. I am not the woman he liked because I am hiding something inside me that I know will break what we have right now. This is just a fucking three months mission! “Answer me, Peter.”

“I know. I know. And I’m sorry to him and to you for what I did.” “It's great that you are sorry. I’m glad that you have acknowledged that your actions are wrong. And with that, I want to get to the root of that. Why you do the things that you do and how to improve and get rid of them. In the past, I had touched on your childhood and how that it most likely had a huge effect on your actions today. So I want you to tell me what you think the biggest, most prominent, important, emotional memory of your childhood is.”

Welcome back, sinners. Claiming his bride is a erotic paranormal sinful Collection brought to you by Josie Frank, author of the erotic anthology Wet Dreams a collection created for readers who crave passion without limits, obsession without restraint, and love that burns far beyond morality. This new novel dives even deeper into the shadows. It is a work of dark paranormal romance and erotic fiction intended strictly for mature adult readers. Within these pages, you will encounter: • Dark romance • Explicit sexual content • Possessive and obsessive love interests