Sinful Nights 소설 & 이야기

"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.

♪♪ Lily - Alan Walker, K-391, Emelie Hollow ✿✿✿ Los Angeles, USA, 2019 NIGHTS are so peaceful but mysterious. People take the opportunity of killing, kidnapping, smuggling and doing so many illegal things at night because it's not tumultuous at all. Also people throw most of the parties and peaceful events at night. Every night holds a mystery because of its darkness and opaqueness. I love nights for its mysterious but so clam ambience. No tumultus, no noise, no yelling, no beating and no fear. It's just so tranquil.

He shoved himself as deep as he could go, stilled, and said, “Open up your eyes. I said that you were going to watch.” When I reopened my eyes, he started up once more, ramming his cock into my hole and staring intently at me through the reflection. His dark eyes turned into fiery golden pools, the way they had the other night when he told me he would take care of those girls at the bar. It was the sinister side of him that everyone feared. Everyone, except me. “Oh my Goddess …” “Come on my cock, mate.” My claws dug into the drywall. I threw my head back, my gaze still focused on those piercing eyes, and felt my legs tremble underneath me. He held me up with his brute strength as an orgasm r

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

As they slipped out into the night—naked under thin coats, cum and holy water still drying on their skin—I leaned against the desecrated font and smiled. The corruption was spreading beautifully. Eighty-one nights remained. And the real sins had only just begun.

"You handled that with more grace than she deserved. My team needs that kind of fire. Come to dinner. Silverfang Hall. Consider it a thank-you for saving me from a plagiarism lawsuit." I wanted to say no. Every instinct told me to keep my distance from a man who could crush me with a thought. But his eyes were warm, lacking that usual Alpha dominance. "Just a meal," I told myself. "Alright, Lucien. Lead the way." Silverfang Hall was the heart of the Nightfall elite—a place where blood-deals were signed over vintage wine. We sat at a corner table overlooking the neon sprawl of the territory. A piano was playing something dark and soulful, and the scent of expensive cigars lingered in the air.

I pressed my thighs together slightly and closed my eyes tightly. This was torture. Pure torture. The digital clock beside the bed glowed brightly. 1:03 AM. Outside, rain poured heavily against the windows again while thunder echoed loudly across the sky. A bright lightning flash illuminated the room briefly. I hated storms. Always had. But tonight the fear mixed dangerously with something else. Loneliness. Need. Desire. Another thunderstrike shook the house loudly. I jumped immediately. My breathing became uneven again. Usually during storms, I buried myself under blankets and waited for morning.

raw, unfiltered lust. 'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been a week since my last confession.' Her words hit me like a shot of whiskey, burning straight to my core. Sandra. The stripper from the seedy clubs down on 5th Avenue, the one who wrapped her sins in lace and leather, coming to me week after week like clockwork. At first, I thought it was genuine remorse, a soul seeking redemption amid the neon lights and grinding hips of her world. But as the months dragged on, her confessions turned into something else entirely, a slow, deliberate seduction that chipped away at the walls I'd built around my celibate heart.

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN~ I step out of the car, and the air is thick. It’s not just the heat, it’s the sound. Moans come from every direction, echoing off the pavement and the parked cars. It’s loud, raw, and completely unapologetic. I turn to the security guard who drove us here, my voice tight. "Do you have any idea what’s happening? Is it like this every night?" He clears his throat, looking everywhere but at me. "I’m sorry, ma’am. I don't know the specifics, but it’s called a 'sin party.'”

Grace had told her that the PI had something big, something that would make her very happy, something that would end this nightmare with Norah once and for all. The PI had insisted on meeting her here, a place where no one would look for a Malcovich. He was a man of the shadows, a man who dealt in secrets, and he wanted to keep this meeting a secret from Norman and from everyone else. Miriam was perched on a wobbly plastic chair outside a small, dimly lit shop, her senses on high alert. The smell of garbage and stale beer was thick in the air. She was so engrossed in her own private world of disgust and anticipation that she didn’t see the figure stumble out from the darkness.