Sinful Nights Novels & Stories

Up here, the night had become narrower and more dangerous in a different way: less spectacle, more appetite. She shifted and felt fresh slickness leak down her thigh. “I’m still green,” she said. Roman’s mouth curved. “Then rest for five minutes.” “And after that?” she asked. Dex’s hand settled possessively on her bare calf. “After that, we stop letting you cool off.” Cole brushed his thumb once over the mark his grip had left on her hip. Nate just smiled like a man with ideas left. Sienna closed her eyes for the five minutes she had been given, not because she wanted out of the night, but because she could already feel her body preparing to open for it again. The upstairs lounge had not sav

Freya almost didn’t go back. She spent the week telling herself it had been a one-time mistake. A strange, filthy night she could put behind her. But every time she sat at her desk and glanced toward Callum’s office, her body remembered. The way he’d held her open. The slow, thorough way he’d licked her. How full she’d felt when he finally pushed inside. By Thursday the second black card was already in her bag again. She took a different cab this time. The same woman checked her in, handed her a new blindfold, and pointed down the hall.

Sinful Seduction~ It’s been three days. Three days of me avoiding Adonis like a plague and it’s been hell especially with Chloe and Liam’s upcoming wedding. I had to constantly be around them and trust me, it’s not been easy coming up with excuses whenever he’s slated to come and that’s just not it. I am constantly attacked by the thoughts of that night, I remember Chloe showing up at the apartment and asking series of question about my hickeys and bruises. I didn’t have the chance to cover it up when she arrived and trust her to blow things out of proportion.

he questions, brilliant white teeth flashing as he smiles at us both, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, his rolled up button up shirt showing off his strong build. “You know how I feel about you, Sinful,” Thought mutters tirelessly, looking over Sinful’s shoulder and into his home. “We are here for Millicent.” Sinful drags his gaze to me, smiling softly. He has such a charming, attractive look to him, which has nothing to do with his powers. He is the Sin, Lust, giving him the ability to seduce anyone with just a thought alone. I’m not sure if I could have handled being mated to him, so I’m not sure how Millicent does it.

~Amolet I’ve decided that I don’t think I like Sinful. After the hot springs, Sinful transported us all back to his estate for the night. The moment my feet touched the ground, I was dressed in appropriate clothing again, and right before I could say anything to Sinful, he wished us a good night, and vanished into thin air.

I racked my brain, trying to recall if Zed had confessed to me about incidents like these, but sadly, I couldn’t remember any. “Yen, do you still remember when I told you about being frigid? Try to think about why both of you suffer this way. And I still remember you saying that both of you were viewing sex as something sinful. If you were in a seven-year relationship, I couldn’t imagine how many times your emotion almost carried you away, but I am sure you both suppressed the urge. And although this is not my specialty, I can only conclude that this resulted in your difficulty in getting aroused while it caused him this PES.”

Marcus Carter’s Point of View The bass from the club’s speakers thumped like a heartbeat, vibrating through the leather stool where I sat, the air thick with the smell of sweat, perfume, and spilled liquor. The Night Sins hadn’t changed much since my college days—same dark corners, same pulsing lights, same promise of escape. I’d come here to drown out the day, to shove Ella’s rejection and Vanessa’s ghost out of my head with a few shots of vodka and maybe a warm body for the night.

December 1st arrived cloaked in gray skies and a bitter wind that blew through the heart of the city like a warning. At the top floor of the Blackwell Penthouse, plans were unfolding with clockwork precision. The masquerade ball, what had once been an idea turned tradition whispered in the shadow of grief by Blackwell Senior, was now a weapon, a statement, a performance designed to draw out enemies hiding behind titles and veils.

I had been holding back from thinking about that stranger and now, I just couldn't continue doing that. In that room, for the first time, I wasn't traumatized much unlike before. The sudden flashbacks of our hot make-out session helped me get through. It kind of eased me from my fear of the dark. Even just recalling the echo of his dark voice made my skin tingle and God, I wish he was right here—with me , doing all sorts of sinful things to my body. I know I should be ashamed of myself. Still, I closed my eyes as I willed myself to recall his dirty words.

I inserted a finger in and she stilled, a moan escaping her lips. “This isn’t fair, Alex. You’re not playing a fair game.” “I’m not?” Laughing, I inserted another finger in her. “You think I like seducing your problems away just so you can stay with me a little longer?” Her eyes were wide with both worry and arousal when she gazed at me. “I spent the night. I haven’t spent the night before and I did that last night. I didn’t even tell anyone where I was.” “You crossed the line, you naughty girl.” I leaned down and bit her neck.