Sinful Nights Novels & Stories

“What do we do next?” Liam turned serious, his playful demeanor vanishing. “Cross isn’t just making a move. He’s setting a stage. He wants you desperate, backed into a corner.” Damien nodded. “Which means we don’t let him.” Liam’s gaze darkened. “There’s an auction tomorrow night. High stakes. Cross will be there, and if we play it right, we can use it to our advantage.” I frowned. “An auction?” Damien sighed. “Not the kind you’re thinking of, Ava. It’s an underground event—power, influence, money. People make deals that shape the underworld.”

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.”

My eyes went to his face as he thrust in and out of me and I can't help but wonder how someone with such an angelic face would be so savage. Lucas asked for my submission and I shall not give it to him so easily, my deviance is the only thing I've got and I'm gonna make use of it till he breaks me, I ached my hips up, inviting him to ravage me. The desire I feel is sinful but I'm gonna enjoy it while it lasts. Taking one of my hands off the headboard, I dive it in between us to feel us. I am spread impossibly wide to fit him but I'm taking him, I rubbed my sensitive clit before wrapping my fingers around his cock to feel him as he thrust in and out of me. Pleasurable sounds escaped us as our

"Stop it Sinister, you're hurting me!" "Last night," He began in an annoyed manner, releasing me and walking towards the window. He stuck his hands in his pocket and rubbed his stubbly chin almost looking for words. Couldn't help but notice how on point this man was with his dark suits. "What about last night? What did you do to me? So help me God Sinister I warned you…." "It's what you did to me Angel." "What?!" "You're fucking nuts at night." "Well since you put it that way." I arched an eyebrow nonchalantly.

"Not at the moment. Oh, and remember, tonight we will be going to that hellfire club." Her maid stiffened, and the paper she held crinkled. "My lady, I really don't think we should" Audrey tapped her foot and crossed her arms. "Gillian, you know that awful Gerald Langley belongs to that club. What was it called?" She searched her memory. "Sinners and Sadists, no Wait!" She lifted a finger in the air. "The Unholy Sinners of Hell." Gillian openly flinched. "Must we go tonight? The men could be dangerous."

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.

“Clean yourself up with your fingers and eat it. Then we’ll continue the interview.” I scooped his cum from my skin with shaking fingers and licked them clean under his watchful, sadistic gaze. Humiliation burned through me, but so did a dark, desperate need. This job… I would do anything to keep it. And Raphael Sinclair knew it. “Pathetic little cumrag,” he said coldly. His gray eyes raked over my naked body. “You think one sloppy fuck and a face full of seed earns you the job? The interview has barely begun. Crawl to me.”

, I respond. My clit throbbed at the thought. "Good. you're my slut tonight and you're not leaving this room until I've used every single one of those dirty holes", he said lifting my chin with his finger. I bit my lip too stunned to speak, but I could see him give me a look to know if I was okay with it. I nodded. "Use me like your dirty slut, sir. I'm yours to use", I purred. and that was all the consent he needed to really get our night of sin started in full swing.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, realizing how my cheeks were flushed and how my gaze was burning with desire. I could not help but wonder if it was this very sight of me that had made him hard. The thought sent a fresh pulse of heat straight to my core, and I shifted my legs uncomfortably. I scolded myself silently, forcing the dirty thoughts away before walking out. Samson was already seated at the piano, still shirtless, with sweat glistening on his skin. I walked over, trying my best to act normal. "Play the piece I taught you last time. From the beginning."

Chapter 1 Sophia's Pov. I walked into Saint Michael's Church that Sunday morning with my heart pounding and my pussy already tingling. My name is Sophia, and I had been coming here for months now, not for any spiritual awakening, but because the place dripped with forbidden temptation. The stained glass windows, the incense smoke curling in the air, the solemn hymns—it all made me think of sin, of bodies twisting in secret pleasure right under God's nose.