Sinful Indulgence Novels & Stories

There were seven original sins, later known as the seven deadly sins. They were pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust. The first trial Felix went through, the House of Indulgence, was clearly centered on lust. The second trial, the House of Wrath, was even more self-explanatory. With this sudden influx of information, he had learned the names of the remaining five trials, immediately making the connection to the Seven Sins. However, why did the S-tier Malevolent Phantom require someone to fully embody each of these sins?

LUST. He wanted to take it all for his use alone and maliciously deprive others. GLUTTONY. To gain everything, be it money or power. AVARICE. To waste his time in idleness. SLOTH. To explode in vicious anger. WRATH. To wish for others to fail and come to fatal harm. ENVY. To be the best of all. PRIDE. Maru relished in all these feelings and a dark divinity had shrouded his body.

"Really? Because it seems your ex fucked you up in the head so you're acting out and seducing your brother's girlfriend to get off. It's sadistic." I pray the music blasting drowns out our words. "I need you to not come close anymore." "It's killing you isn't it." "I don't know what you're talking about." I gulp. He towers above me to grab another beer from the countertop. "You should stop drinking." "You're struggling to not want this. Constantly reminding yourself how wrong this is yet finding your body utterly drawn, right back to where we started." "This is insane. It needs to stop."

His ring pressed into my hip every time his hand gripped me. I hated how much I loved it. “Look at me,” he said. I opened my eyes. His gaze burned into mine, darker than it had ever been. There was no softness here. No sweetness. Only possession. Every thrust drove the truth deeper — this wasn’t love. It was need. It was sin. “You’ll remember this every time you see me with her,” he whispered. My breath broke. “You’re cruel.” He thrust harder. “You like it.”

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.

“Moaning our names while you played with that needy little pussy right next to your husband.” Cane smirked, palming the huge bulge in his sweatpants. “Your body is fucking sinful, sweetheart. Those heavy tits, that soft belly, that fat ass… made for real men to worship. Not whatever the hell Seth is doing to you.” Heat flooded my core again. My nipples stiffened visibly against the thin fabric. I pulled the covers up to my chest, shame burning my face. “This is wrong,” I whispered, voice trembling. “I’m a married woman. Your brother’s wife. My family… our faith… this is a sin. I can’t.”

Daniel. What did they say about fucking your own family? That they taste like sin? That once you cross that line, there’s no going back because the forbidden fruit always tastes sweeter, darker, more addictive? That the guilt only makes the pleasure sharper, hotter, more devastating? We all know how sins taste — they linger on the tongue, burn in the throat, and leave you craving another bite even when you know it’ll ruin you. And right now, I was drowning in it.

My chest tightened. “You’re just scared of what people would say.” I opened my mouth to deny it. But no words came out. Because yes. I was scared. Scared of how fast this was happening. Scared of wanting him this much. Scared that I was already losing control. Scared of what the world would say. I was scared of everything that has to do with this sinful desire burning in my veins. Sebastian stared at me for one long second before speaking again. “The next time you kiss me…”

The heat coming off her made my c*ck twitch, and without a seconds delay, I began to feast on her. What’s a game with no boundaries without a little bit of surprise? Desire was the only rule, and right now, we were breaking it in the filthiest way possible. April’s hand shot down, gripping my hair with a desperation that told me everything—she missed this, she missed me, she missed us.

raw, unfiltered lust. 'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been a week since my last confession.' Her words hit me like a shot of whiskey, burning straight to my core. Sandra. The stripper from the seedy clubs down on 5th Avenue, the one who wrapped her sins in lace and leather, coming to me week after week like clockwork. At first, I thought it was genuine remorse, a soul seeking redemption amid the neon lights and grinding hips of her world. But as the months dragged on, her confessions turned into something else entirely, a slow, deliberate seduction that chipped away at the walls I'd built around my celibate heart.