Sinful Collection Novels & Stories

(ONE CROSS) “PRIDE, WRATH, GLUTTONY, LUST, ENVY, GREED, AND SLOTH.” Knowing more than what other mortals and gifted might think of her at first glance, she whispers the sins as the words vanish in front of her. Turns everything into ashes and goes directly inside the book that somehow loses all its pristine details and colors, and that is left with an utter old and torn cover that somehow is being forgotten by time and forsaken by anyone. It flies right back into her arms, where she hums for seconds and whispers.

Seatanie’s mouth fell open at his accusations and she came closer to him and took his hands to place it on her stomach. “I'm the daughter to the Alpha of Howling Stone Pack, I'm strong, fierce, and a warrior to stand by you even in times of war which your human mate can't even lift a finger to try.” I swallowed at her words and won't lie at the bluntness of her words which stung so badly.

Abstinence shouldn't prickle my skin. Not licking hers shouldn't scorch my insides. But it does. I'm enjoying this whole thing and it's killing me. The sweetest torture. No man should ever have to endure it. And I'm one step away from calling it in, transferring from Life Beyond Care to another facility, getting out while I still can, while the virus that is Mia Dawson hasn't completely corrupted my system, now when I can boast of some sort of self-control. I dread the harder I push, the closer we're pulled against each other.

“Please I'm sorry. I was wrong I want you and you alone.” I pressed my feet to his boot. “Uou can punish me, hurt me as long as you want, fuck me countless times. Anything you wish but please don't ignore me anymore.” “You let him touch you.” “I thought you didn't -” “I own you.” His thumb wiped a tear from my face. “You forgot.” I sobbed. “Please,I remember now.” He unzipped his pants. “Suck.”

The air in the back of the armored SUV was thick with the ozone of discharged gunpowder and the sharp, copper tang of blood. Outside, the neon lights of the Meatpacking District blurred into long, jagged streaks of violet and gold as Silas pushed the vehicle to its absolute limit. They had just finished burning down Vincenzo’s most lucrative "dark" warehouse—the one that handled the untraceable offshore shipments. It wasn't just a financial blow; it was a public execution of Roman’s father's authority.

“She should be grateful. Falconeri money changes everything.” My skin prickled. I kept my head down. My mother, Elizabeth Rossi, stood at the altar glowing in white satin. She looked like she belonged in a magazine. When her eyes found mine, I caught the plea in them. Don’t ruin this for me. I sat straighter. The doors opened. Marcelo Falconeri walked in. Tall. Silver at the temples. Black suit pressed sharp. The room hushed. He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to. Two women behind me whispered again.

She had a late sociology lab; I was done by one. Friday afternoons were my sanctuary. The only time the house was empty, silent, and completely mine. And I had a ritual. It started a month ago. I'd ordered my first real adult magazine online, discreetly shipped in plain packaging. 'Sinful Nights. It felt like holding contraband. This wasn't the soft-focus suggestive stuff; this was graphic, explicit, a window into a world of unapologetic lust. In our digital age, it felt strangely more intimate, more dangerous, than just pulling up a site.

He slapped it once, just enough to make her moan. “You’re not done yet.” He sank back into her, deeper this time. Her moan caught in her throat. He fucked her with a rhythm that bordered on violent. His hand came to her throat again, pressing just enough to make her lightheaded. “You’re my sin,” he growled. “And I don’t want forgiveness.” “Then take me,” she begged. “Take all of me.” He fucked her through it. Through the guilt. Through the storm. Through every barrier left between them.

“Clean yourself up with your fingers and eat it. Then we’ll continue the interview.” I scooped his cum from my skin with shaking fingers and licked them clean under his watchful, sadistic gaze. Humiliation burned through me, but so did a dark, desperate need. This job… I would do anything to keep it. And Raphael Sinclair knew it. “Pathetic little cumrag,” he said coldly. His gray eyes raked over my naked body. “You think one sloppy fuck and a face full of seed earns you the job? The interview has barely begun. Crawl to me.”

Sienna's POV Craving my best friend’s father was a line my thoughts should never have crossed. And yet, the way his touch unraveled me made it impossible to think clearly. Every slow, knowing movement sent pleasure curling deep inside me, stealing my breath and leaving my body aching for more. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so undone, so exquisitely aware of every nerve. When his fingers withdrew from my entrance, it didn’t leave me empty for long. He traced lazy, teasing circles around my clit, lingering just enough to make the sensitivity almost unbearable before sliding back in.