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9Gabriel. Guilt is a steady drumbeat that won’t stop pounding, no matter how many times I try to silence it. It sits under my skin, pulses in my veins, makes every moment feel like I’m holding my breath underwater. This morning, after Mara slips out of the rectory; hair wild, lips bitten, face flushed with the triumph of secrets, I sit at my desk with my head in my hands, every part of me aching for something I know I shouldn’t want. I thought sin would feel sharp and electric. I didn’t expect it to feel so heavy.

"Roman, I spent my life being afraid of the dark. Now? I am the dark. Let them come." Roman kissed her then—a slow, deep promise. They had passed the point of no return. The "Sinful Virtues" of their lives were now their greatest weapons. They were no longer just a man and a woman; they were the architects of a new world. And as the city woke up to the news of the warehouse fire, they would realize that the Moretti name didn't belong to the fathers anymore. It belonged to the monsters who were brave enough to love each other in the ruins.

And who had thought the relationship that started with her being his Sinfully can bring a day where he will embrace her and make his faithfully. Once what we called “Sinfully yours” now can happily be rephrased as ” Faithfully yours” THE END__________

She seemed to be enjoying herself. " Good morning Alpha " I said with my head bowed. He just gave an almost invisible nod and left. I stared at his retreating figure. As I lay in bed I remembered what happened yesterday. After he said mate I was shocked. I never imagined I would be mated to an alpha. The moon goddess is surely amazing. He looks very proud, his red eyes must suggest he has killed a lot and is very ruthless but he looks so young. He had jet black hair which is styled to the side. He had six packs with a very light toned body, his red eyes giving him the bad alpha look. I won't say he's not handsome but he sure doesn't seem to accept me as his mate. I'm thankful he's not like D

"It wasn't the physical torture that bothered me. It was the emotional torment they put me through, night, and day. And eventually, when I worked my way to the top, I was forced to betray them." With a clenched jaw, my gaze sweeps upward again. "That's why I don't trust Alphas." "And my sister...Her own mate let four men rape and kill her while she was in heat. It didn't get any better, even when I watched him be euthanized for his crimes." I sigh. "That's why I don't trust mates."

She was suddenly aware of how shabby her jeans and simple sweater looked in this opulent space. "It's okay. Call me Damon." He gestured to the leather sofa. Ara sat, clutching her bag like a shield. Damon remained standing, studying her. “I’ve read every book you’ve written,” he stated. “All twenty-three. Your imagination is… exceptional. Filthy. Creative. It's a shame you've landed in this current situation.” Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist.

She couldn’t even open her eyes to see what this libidinous cell looked like. After Cory left, she heard those dragon girls come to her bedside, whispering to each other. One of them said, “It’s the king’s wolf girlfriend.” She paused for a few moments before she continued, “I heard she is his mate.” Another one asked, “Aren’t mates supposed to be faithful to only each other?” Her young voice was filled with curiosity. “I heard they have something called mate bond. They can’t betray that.” “That’s exactly what got her to end up like this,” another mature voice sighed. She was the closest to Elena. “She should have been smarter, known her own man.”

I shivered visibly, my thighs pressing together as my clit throbbed with insistent need. “I have,” I whispered. The confession felt dangerous. “My ex… he said things before I left. Made me feel like I wasn’t enough. Too vanilla. Too boring in bed.” The words tumbled out, raw and honest, tears pricking at my eyes even as fresh arousal made my pussy slick and swollen. Saying it to Sinclair felt like peeling back a layer I had kept hidden.

“Entertain me.” “Amolet has a mate, Ira,” Sinful says suddenly. My head whips to him, but he looks away from me, smiling ruefully at Ira, whose mouth pops open curiously. I can’t bring myself to look toward Cian, but I can feel the heat of his gaze on me, the pressure in the way it examines my face for answers. Ira slowly turns toward me, smiling sickly. “Really? Who?” “Some mortal from her hometown,” Sinful says before I have a chance to fumble with a story, my mind unable to grasp what he’s announced. “I took one look at her and could tell she had met her mate.”

His thumb teased the sensitive head of my cock, smearing precum everywhere. “Such a dirty little secret,” he breathed, biting down on my shoulder to muffle his own groan. “Hiding under the bed after being stretched open while your sister was right here… and now you’re fucking yourself on me again like a desperate slut.” The risk of fucking my sister's boyfriend while she was I the next room, the wrongness of it and the way his cock stretched and filled me so perfectly, Christ! I didn't want it to end. But not long after I was already cumming, spilling over his fist and across his abs with a muffled cry.