Novel & Cerita Sinful Nights

“But I have another offer for you.” He stood up and walked toward me slowly. The closer he got, the harder it became to breathe. He stopped just a foot away from me, towering over my smaller frame. I could smell his cologne–dark, expensive, and masculine. “Tonight there is an auction downstairs,” he continued. “Women who owe debts are being sold for temporary ownership. Some for a week, some for a month, some for longer. The highest bidder gets full rights over the girl’s body during that time.”

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

I am a sinner, and I love to sin. Sin with Keanne. Sin for Keanne. It was the perfect sort of sin. I felt myself slowly start to drift to sleep, when I heard Keanne's voice. It was low, and his fingers found their way into my hair, tracing the strands down my back. "I hope I never become too dark for you." I chuckled to myself. "I can't sleep with the lights on." He sighed, then bent close. "Fuck," he said under his breath, then placed a small kiss on my forehead.

I continue reading the letter. "You show everyone the fake you but I know the devil hiding behind that pretty face. Here's your gift a little treasure hunt. Those fingers were attached to people you supposedly care about. They are each in separate locations with a death sentence to be bestowed upon them. They will pay for your sins dear Lana. Choose who you want to save. Burn the picture of the one who'll pay for your sins today. You have 5 minutes to decide. Once you've reached your decision, quietly leave and make your way to the location. Don't bring along your brigadier or let your darling husband know of this. If you do I will kill both of them instantly. Do not double cross me or I'll

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.

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.

A grateful chuckle had escaped my throat when I saw that the moon was favouring me and instead of taking a little bite, suck a little of her sweet smelling blood and leave, I fucked her. I could remember the night so vividly clear, she was the sweetest I've ever had, no cunt had ever gripped my dick so tightly in that manner, it made me almost lose my principles and standards as King and almost came before her but I refrained. I buried my seed instead of taking her blood and it seemed Draven and Lucian had a similar fucked up story similar to mine. Right now, pinning the guard to the wall, I'm shaking with rage. He should be on guard and not leaving his duty post.

She didn't know if she wanted to scream or collapse, if she wanted to stay or run. "I hurt you, Sofia. I neglected you. I abandoned you. I didn't love you the way I should have, the way you deserved… I see it now. I see it all, and I'm… I'm so sorry." Sofia's legs gave way. She could barely hear the rest of his words over the pounding in her head, over the avalanche of everything she had buried for years. She didn't want to hear his apologies. They couldn't fix the nights she had cried alone, the loneliness of her childhood, the betrayal of the one person she had been meant to trust the most.

"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.

Eyes heavy with unshed sleep, she lay in the dark, cocooned within the four walls that seemed to press closer with every strained breath. The fucking night was alive with the goddamn sounds of betrayal. Olivia's piercing screams echoed through the fucking silence, punctuated by the relentless thud of the headboard slamming against the wall. Each fucking beat was a reminder of Xavier's frenzied passion, a symphony of flesh that spat in the face of Cathleen's lonely solitude.