Sinful Collection Novels & Stories

“He was so handsome, Father. Tall… strong. I sat next to him at the bus station and I told him how hot he was. I kissed him. I even tried to touch him… down there. I don’t know what came over me. I can’t stop thinking about him. The way he felt… the way he tasted. I know it’s wrong, but I keep imagining what would have happened if he didn’t stop me.” Adrian’s breathing became heavier. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His body was reacting against his will as she described everything in detail. He knew exactly who she was talking about. Because it was him. He cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady and professional. “My child… These are serious temptations. You must pray for

he roared, his palm rubbing quickly on my tip making me over sensitive, my thighs frailed. “Fucking horny bastard! You like the humiliation?” I whimpered, fucking his wet palm. “Yesssss” I hissed. “You're a needy pig who loves being fucked mercilessly by strangers, huh?” My eyes rolled but no words came out. “Fucking answer me, you cum pig” he barked. “Yes” I shouted, high on pleasure, my cock twitching at his dirty words. “Clear off the road, Martins” “Yes, Sir”

“Things that don’t wash off. I’ve hurt people. I’ve taken things that weren’t mine. I’ve looked at someone I shouldn’t and wanted them anyway.” The last part was the only true one, and I let it land. Ryan’s voice stayed even. “Desire itself is not the sin. What we do with it can be. Have you acted on this particular wanting?” “Not yet, Father.” the word rolled of my tongue like a temptation on its own. “And the person you desire—do they know?” I smiled in the dark, unseen. “Not yet. But they will.” There was a pause. Longer this time. I heard the soft shift of fabric as he moved slightly on the other side of the screen.

Here is the next chapter. I returned the following day with a small box of select items. Inside were a vibrating butt plug and two dildos. No, I didn’t pack my entire collection of toys. And believe you me, I had quite the collection. When you’re a single woman with sexual needs you have more than just one dildo. I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of all of them. I guess the truth is I had no intentions of giving up masturbation. I had no intention of giving up sex and by Father Michaels’ indulgence in the pleasure of my flesh the day before, I don’t think he intended me to give up anything either. Or I hoped he didn’t. I stepped into the confessional a bit wary, not knowing what to expect.

I let the thought roll off me, and try to focus. Having the angel wings back on makes me feel like an innocent trapped in the devil's lair. His sole mission is to corrupt me and bring me over to the dark side with him. Maybe it’s his kink. I hate that my body warms to the idea of all the dirty things he wants to do to corrupt me.

he said, and there was nothing soft about the way he said it, no flattery in it at all, just a straight fact. I turned back to my screen, because that kind of honesty from him was harder to receive than a compliment. At nine forty-two, Franklin called. "Lara," he said, and the careful tone in his voice made me sit up straight. "Albert Crawford filed a court motion this morning. Seven-fifteen AM. Before business hours." "What does it say?" "It names you personally," Franklin said, "as a knowing participant in a fraudulent arrangement designed to deceive the Williams Family Trust." I went very still.

“Tonight you’re going to earn the biggest lesson yet. You’re going to beg me to fuck your ass. And when I do, you’re going to thank me for every inch. Say it out loud.” I swallowed, my pulse thundering. “Please, Ethan… I need it. I need you to fuck my ass.” He smiled, slow and satisfied, and held out a hand. I took it, and he led me straight to the bedroom. The black silk blindfold was already waiting on the pillow. He tied it on tight, then wrapped my wrists behind my back with the same soft rope from last night. “Lesson thirteen,” he murmured, fingers sliding down my back and cupping my bare ass. “You don’t get to touch me unless I say so. You don’t get to speak unless I ask. You just stay

Freya almost didn’t go back. She spent the week telling herself it had been a one-time mistake. A strange, filthy night she could put behind her. But every time she sat at her desk and glanced toward Callum’s office, her body remembered. The way he’d held her open. The slow, thorough way he’d licked her. How full she’d felt when he finally pushed inside. By Thursday the second black card was already in her bag again. She took a different cab this time. The same woman checked her in, handed her a new blindfold, and pointed down the hall.

He took them both out of my hands before I could argue, still staring at me, clearly not convinced. We left campus in his car. The drive home was completely silent. No music, no small talk, nothing. Just the low hum of the engine and the click of the turn signal. I kept my eyes on the window, watching the city blur past, but every few minutes I could feel him glance over at me. The guilt settled deeper with every mile, heavy and cold. Sex with my elder brother. Fuck. That was worse than anything else I’d ever done. It is sinful.

“Sinful was just leaving.” The touch on me relaxes in Sinful’s surprise. As soon as his skin no longer touches mine, my body erupts in tingles, released from the hold he had on me. Now that my mind is my own again, I know I need to get out of here. Sinful is a dangerous man, and I can’t stand around here letting him play with me. I just have to wonder what Kael wants with an immortal like him… “Was I?” Sinful says suspiciously. “I was actually thinking I would take this young girl back to her room. It’s late and it would be much better than her walking back through that forest, right?”