Sinful Nights Novels & Stories

We said we couldn't date each other's brothers; there was no rule that said we couldn't fantasize about them. Ugh. I was going to hell, wasn't I? "Hey, my parents' anniversary is today so they're going away for the night and Asher just texted me saying that he's throwing a party tonight. You're still coming over right?" Harper asked as we finished our final class of the day. Shit. Their parents were going out of town and he's throwing a party. There would be alcohol there and I sometimes couldn't handle myself around that crap. I was also still fantasizing over a guy I couldn't have and when I mixed alcohol with my emotions, it could get ugly.

“Niko?” I nod. Sinful claps his hands together, making me flinch. He’s stepped closer to me; so much so, I can smell the scent he emits. It’s an intoxicating scent of pure jasmine, so heady it’s making my head spin. Again, it’s something from another world entirely, twisted in to take my mind in its control. “You have interrupted our meeting tonight, but I can’t say I haven’t been entertained,” Sinful says, his smiling telling all.

in a few months time we will be packing up the babies and heading off to Bora Bora for this beach wedding for some of the most flammable beings I know! Damn, I really hope they don't die getting married to each other. That'd be horrible. ~ ~ ~ End of part 1 to Sinful Nights...

''Lydia scolded looking at him and he let out a loud sigh before she turned back to me ''I'll see you tonight at the party, right? "Party?" I repeated her words "What party?" I asked confused, looking between the two of them ''Didn't Angelo tell you?'' she asked, rising her brows and I shook my head. "Tonight is my welcome back party." she said and I tilted my head even more confused " "No, he never mentioned it" I said back still confused why Angelo never said it on our first date "He's busy man, Allyn. Don't be mad at him" she laughed "We all will expect to see you tonight "

Surrender my body to a stranger for one night of Sinful pleasure just because I was cheated on? As soon as the question formed in my head, my pussy clenched as i watched Julian run a hand through his hair. Such a bitch. My cunt was ready to go all the way. She has been panting after this man since we first laid eyes on him. “Here you go Mr Julian, Room 11a. We’ll send your order upstairs right away.” The voice of the receptionist cut through my thoughts and I looked over catching the moment she leaned forward slightly, giving Julian an ample view of her bosom.

She had a late sociology lab; I was done by one. Friday afternoons were my sanctuary. The only time the house was empty, silent, and completely mine. And I had a ritual. It started a month ago. I'd ordered my first real adult magazine online, discreetly shipped in plain packaging. 'Sinful Nights. It felt like holding contraband. This wasn't the soft-focus suggestive stuff; this was graphic, explicit, a window into a world of unapologetic lust. In our digital age, it felt strangely more intimate, more dangerous, than just pulling up a site.

I huff “Yes, Dominic. You made it all okay – you always do.” “Good, because I have some words for you too, trouble.” Sinclair informs me darkly, laying me out on the bed in front of him. He’s got that wolfish look in his eye, the one that tells me I’m in for a long night at my mate’s mercy. The one that tells me he’s barely in control, and all I can do is hold on and try to survive the pleasure. “Let’s start with brilliant…” he strips off my nightdress. “Beautiful…” He traces the line of my curves. “Corageous…” kiss, “sweet,” nibble, “fucking delectable,” lick, “... and very, very naughty.” ___________________

If you haven't noticed, I may have some abandonment issues to sort out, we'd save that for later. "Thanks." I grabbed the medium-sized bottle and chunked it. Tonight, I just might get drunk. ***** Way past my bedtime. Dad and Gianna are out of town and I'm the only one back at the house. At least I'm sober enough to put the bottle away, yet drunk enough to allow Maya to lead me to the dancefloor, and that's when my last shred of self-control slips away. Tonight, I am going to have fun. "Quint or Winn the bartender circles his arms around Maya, leading her away. I narrow my gaze and she nods, assuring me she's fine and not in need of rescuing.

Sin is sitting at the head of the table, his posture so arduous. "Come sit, Summer," he says standing to pull out the chair for me. I balance on my seat and have breakfast. I eat like I am starving and after dessert, I can't take in any bite again. "Can I go and see Poppy? I would like to apologize," I mutter. "Follow me," Sinclair says as he leads the way toward the worker's side of the house. * I apologize to Poppy and the two guards I had injured and then, Sin leads me to his room. The moment he closes the door, his lips smear against mine, and with his tongue, he forces a part into my mouth.

Down-on-her-luck Felicity Hopkins has hit a dead end. Her parents pass away before she barely crosses eighteen, leaving behind for her a mountain of debt that enslaves her to a sleazy ‘gentlemen's club’ owner, Dante. He's ruthless, and insists she strips and dances everyday to pay up her debt. Felicity is pained, and with each new day, she feels a vital piece of herself slip away. Add in a notorious crime boss, Roman Reigns, who arrives at the club, offering to buy her, and she thinks her life is officially over.