Sinful Mates Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

(Sequel To Sinful Seduction) When a 21-year-old Kathleen finds out that her Infamous Model boyfriend: Ryker Malarkey is done with her, she feels compelled to leave his house and live on the streets until he finds out she is pregnant with his baby. The handsome, charming, and rich Ryker forces her to marry him so that he gets to keep his baby near him while he belittles Kathleen for being a stripper in the past. Will Ryker ever redeem himself or will he continue to use her at night and trash her in the morning?

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.

The air in the fucking room was running out and I just wanted to get up and slap Maddox so fucking hard that it would end his life. "I'll go check if dinner is ready " my mother broke the awkward cold silence, walking out of the room and leaving me in the King Brothers. I don't know why I felt so betrayed, I don't care about Maddox like that. It was just a fucking human attraction. I wanted him, nothing more. But I can't forgive myself I allowed to show weakness in front of this man. Many times in front of him I said how I don't want to be part of this marriage and I even insulted Angelo, but he never said anything back and he had the chance.

I said, my voice thinner than I wanted it to be. “I’m not drunk,” he muttered, his tone half-pleading. “I just had boring sex with Marirose… and even then, all I could see was you, Sable. Help me, please. If I don’t have you, I’ll die.” I stared at him, stunned and furious. “Oh, really? You sleep with another woman and then show up here expecting me to fall into your arms? To let you touch me? You’re delusional,” I snapped. “You think I’ll let you have me after everything that happened today?”

“That was Valentina. She thinks she owns the air Ricardo breathes.” Elena frowned. “And you just challenged her.” “Great,” I muttered. “Day one, I’ve made an enemy.” Chiara grinned. “Welcome to Sicilian Heights.” Afternoon classes blurred into sunlight and chatter. Matteo caught us in the corridor, tall, easy smile, gym bag slung over one shoulder. “You’re Aurora, right? Ricardo’s… family.” The pause didn’t go unnoticed. “Yeah,” I said. “You’re Matteo.” “Guilty. I heard you survived Valentina. Not bad.”

I had been an asshole when we met, and I was going to spend the rest of our lives making it up to her. If she wants you to be her alpha… “Do you know what a true mate is?” I asked her. “The omega center said that they don’t exist,” Sin answered. “They do, but they’re rare.” I pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth and then pulled back to look at her again. “Bella and Michel are true mates, did she tell you that?” She shook her head. “Do you know who else are true mates?” “W-who?” “You and me. You’re my true mate, Sin. My Omega who was made especially for me. You’re soul is bound to mine, doll. No other will make me as happy as you, and no other alpha will make you as happy as me.”

His sudden interest in her. "You smell so fucking delicious!" "The mate bond is sacred, the sparks, the attraction, and needs are undeniable. You just couldn't keep your hands away from your mate. It's the most beautiful feeling ever." Silvia mused with a blissful sigh. All this makes sense now. He didn't like her, he found out she was his mate and it all started from there. It was his plan all along. To seduce her. Make her fall in love with him. That was the main reason he didn't tell her about his reality. He wanted to trap her in his twisted web of deceit so she won't ever be able to escape.

“For we have sinned.” The blasphemy only made me wetter. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper as he started thrusting harder. We moved together like we had been made for this. His cock hit places inside me I didn’t know existed. Every deep stroke made me moan louder. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with our desperate gasps and whispered sins. He fucked me harder, pounding into me with raw need. The bed creaked beneath us. I was going to come again.

"Is that what you call it?" He pointed a trembling finger toward the glass window behind me. "Look at them. Look at what your ambition did to them!" A wave of nausea washed over me as I slowly turned my head. Through the clear glass, my squad sat scattered across the bullpen. Miller was slouched in his chair, a thick fiberglass cast wrapping entirely around his right arm and neck. Santos had a black eye so swollen it looked almost black, his chest tightly bandaged under his shirt from three cracked ribs. Two other officers sat slumped at their desks, nursing dark, hideous contusions, their faces pale with pain.