Sinful Lust Novels & Stories

My body betrays me and lets him in. I'm tasting him. It's delicious. That's the word I can use to describe his mouth. It's like we're both struggling to devour the other faster. Then I win, I think. I lower my back to the ground, knees on the floor and undo the rest of his belt. This will be great for Never Have I Ever. I'm sure by now my conscience is dead since it doesn't bother reminding me how wrong this is. I don't wait for revival, I steady one hand on his thigh, the other on the base of his cock then slowly wrap my lips around the head.

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.

I replied. There was a silence, a moment of recognition. He cleared his throat. "What sins have you come to confess today, Serena?" he asked. His tone tried to be pastoral, distant, but I noticed the tension. I noticed how his breath hitched for a second before saying my name. I leaned closer to the lattice, so close my lips almost brushed the wood. The scent of clean soap and manliness emanating from his side of the booth intoxicated me. "Lust, Father," I whispered. "I can’t stop having impure thoughts. They are constant. They consume me."

Lust had completely overtaken the war in his eyes. We slipped inside the wooden booth. I shoved him down onto the padded kneeler and straddled him immediately, facing him in the cramped, incense-scented space. Perfect. “Tell me your sins, Father,” I whispered teasingly as I lined him up and sank down onto his cock in one smooth, greedy glide. He was rock-hard again, stretching me open with that perfect, delicious thickness. He groaned deep in his chest, hands gripping my ass hard under the rumpled dress. “This is my sin… fucking you raw while your parents pray for your soul right outside.”

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.

You need to understand. Sometimes our life turn into something, when we are not able to know someone, they might have a dark side , yet they manipulated us with their sweet words , it's just like a sweet knife. But at last they will surely stab you from back, Jayden character is similar to this. That's the main point. This book name is "sinful". Hope you understand. I don't have any words now. Maybe I sound too harsh but still it's already on disclaimer. If you don't like this, don't read this. It's someone's hard work. Still I blame myself, maybe there was something I couldn't show, I couldn't explain.

I asked him in response. “Perhaps, you were thinking about me? Or you were thinking about what had happened earlier. Do you want to do it here? I am ready, my lady.” I shook my head in disbelief at what he just said. He really can’t keep his mouth shut. I heard him laugh. “You can do it to other women, Peter. Stop dragging me into your sinful desires.” “Sinful desires? You two aren’t even married yet and who cares if you two are married by the way? I always get what I want, my lady. Even you,” he said as he looked at me.

I swallowed hard as the first words hit me. "Daughter of the God of Lust. What the fuck," I clicked on it, reading the material. "Born from an overwhelming surge of divine lust," my thoughts flashed back to the kiss with Lust… could that have been… or was it through sex? So wait, she was Lust's daughter? Did that make me Lust's daughter or his baby mama? My head spiraled from the information. "She wasn't created intentionally but birthed from his own ecstasy- fucking great. The incarnation of addictive pleasure. Makes you crave love you can't have."

My hands devoured those solid thighs, thick and hard from his labour and travel. His abdominal muscles were so chiselled as to be statuesque. There was not a finer man in England as I bent my head down to worship him again and again. I never once considered if such passion was sinful, was this kind of position, not for creating children but purely for lust something to request forgiveness from? I no longer judged myself nor Fitz. If this was a life of damnation then I relinquished my keys to heaven gladly, for here was my bliss.

I took a sip of my drink to calm myself down. "Tonight, our women will show just how much lust they can provide. Every woman will try to turn their kings on as much as possible. Of course with their own creativity so every sin will be fed to the king. Every sin will feed the kingdom of that sin. Flowers grow in the wrath realm when fighting happens, grass is greenest when they sleep most in the realm of sloth, animals breed in the lust realm when we fuck like our lives depend on it!" Yroul shouted. Everybody screamed with her. The blood drained from my face.