Sinful Nights Novels & Stories

"I'm going to...I-I don't know. Please don't stop." "You don't know?" He laughs without humor into the crook of my neck and continues to fondle me between the legs while pumping in and out of my backside. "I'm not just going to hell, I'll be seated at the right hand of Lucifer." Until now, there's been a slow build of the pleasure inside me, but when Cain seems to lose his grip on his control behind me, that's when the tide rises with a vengeance. He snarls into my hair, his teeth searching for my ear to clamp down on. He's a bucking beast, the brutality of his drives making a dent in the hood around the outline of my body. My feet come off the ground, lifted by his hips, one thigh being wre

But the world she tried so desperately to ignore had finally reached out and dragged her into its jaws. The underground ballroom beneath the ruined opera house thrummed with dark elegance. Massive chandeliers dripped crystals like frozen tears over tables draped in black velvet. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey, expensive cigars, and the metallic tang of barely concealed violence. This was the Syndicate Auction — an annual gathering where the criminal elite settled scores, forged alliances, and traded lives as casually as stocks. Politicians, mob bosses, arms dealers, and tech overlords mingled here under a fragile truce. One wrong word could spark a war. One high bid could c

“Cum slut, trash whore...fill me here, arrows to my holes. Is this really your specialty?” “Damn, baby.” I say with a devious look leaning in letting the blade cut me. “Sounds like you had quite the night.” “I will fuck you up, Raffaele Delacroix.” “Maybe you already did?” I shrugged. “But if you can’t remember, I have video tapes to help with your memory.” I tucked the blouse into her skirt. Her eyes widen, her mouth opening to say something else but Phil calls from down the hall. “Dinner, Kids!”

She shattered again, cunt spasming, nails drawing blood down his shoulders as she wailed his name like a hymn. They collapsed together on the altar steps, sweat-slick, breathless. Candles flickered. The crucifix watched in silent judgment—or approval. Sophia traced lazy circles on his chest. "Still think this is sin?" Elias pressed a kiss to her temple, voice raw. "If it is... I'll burn for it." She smiled against his skin. "Then burn with me, Father. Every night." And in the quiet sanctuary, two fallen souls found their own twisted absolution—again, and again, and again.

SINFUL AWAKENING Chapter 9: The Financial Picture The file arrived at six fifty-three on Friday morning. Jade was already at her kitchen table, hair unbound, wearing a shirt that belonged to Dominic because she had stayed again and her own clothes were folded on his bedroom chair, coffee cooling beside her laptop. She had been awake since five, running through the board meeting structure in her mind, mapping the angles, identifying the weaknesses in their position and the strengths they had not yet fully deployed.

I can’t think about them like this. A soft knock sounded on the guest room door. My heart raced. Seth was still snoring. “Who… who is it?” I whispered. The door opened slowly. Sinclair and Cane stepped inside, closing it behind them. Both were shirtless, their powerful bodies illuminated by the moonlight. Sinclair’s eyes immediately dropped to my disheveled nightdress and the wet spot on the sheets. “We heard you, Jessica,” Sinclair said, his deep voice low and authoritative. “Moaning our names while you played with that needy little pussy right next to your husband.”

For she couldn’t do anything but watch the predicament that is to fall on Alliah. “What are you doing in this place in the middle of the night miss?” They laugh. The disgusting beings know no moral, but the seven existing deadly sins that they are unaware of. “Please let me pass through.” She pleads with her trembling voice looking down as the chill flows at her veins and trying to avoid looking at their faces. Faces that pictured out the hell and devil as they could be. “What the f***! What an angelic voice! Right, gang?” They all laugh circling her.

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

He is the man who will never leave a room without cleaning it, arranging things and stuffs like that. I have seen it since the first time I came here. When I was done putting everything back in its right place, I heard a click of the doorknob telling me Peter is done with his shower. I turn my back on him, afraid that I might see him naked again. He is naughty, always will. When night comes and the boys perform on a small stage of the bar where they always performed during weekdays. Some fans came here just to hear them sing. This bar is high end and I know the drinks here cost a thousand.

The entire pack wallowed in the criminal. He and Malcolm had their kinks, but they didn’t make a business out of trading in it. The Crimson Nights ran a private club for supernaturals and catered to their kinks. Anything from blood dolls, women who enjoyed being fed off of. To those searching for pain and torture. Those were extremes, but the club specialized in milder things as well. Jordan frequented the club’s milder side in the past. He had no problem with that. What he had an issue with was the rumours the people serving were trafficked, and it wasn’t their choice.