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.”

To wear innocence by day, and by night to let the devil slip free—polished in silk, sins washed clean in darkness. Ayman turned away at last, lay upon his cot, and pressed his head into the pillow. But sleep evaded him. It always did. He lay awake as the cruel lullabies of his demons wound about him, familiar as breath. He had grown used to their singing, even as they hollowed him from within. That night, as every night, Ayman did not sleep.

I moaned, my voice shaky with arousal. “We are not kids, Miss Susan. We have all been dying to fuck your pussy,” he growled as he began carrying me toward my bedroom. His dirty words made my pussy gush, my body trembling with shameful excitement at the thought of all three young cocks filling me. As Ryan walked down the hallway, he bit and sucked on the skin of my neck while Caleb slipped his hand under my shirt, quickly undoing my bra. Tyler, on the other hand, slid his hand beneath my skirt from behind, his fingers reaching my ass and caressing my tight hole in slow, sensual circles.

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

The red door seals behind me once more, my skin still tingling from last night's frenzy, the club's distant pulse a seductive whisper in my ears. The room is rearranged tonight, the silk altar now surrounded by chains hanging from the ceiling, the ten masked strangers already in motion, their bodies linked in a chain of pleasure, moans echoing like a symphony. They part as I enter, eyes devouring me, and I strip slowly, my breasts bouncing free, nipples hardening under their gaze. I'm Aria, and tonight, I'm their chain.

The girl I had wanted in the dark for years while I hated myself for it. Now she was on her knees on my rug, used, marked, and still begging for more. This was taboo. This was incest. This was my brother Arthur’s cum drying on her tits, my son Julian’s cum slick on her thighs, and her own cunt leaking onto my floor. And every man in this room had sinned alone last night in the dark, stroking our cocks to the thought of her while she slept behind a locked door. Now we were together, and the air was so thick with lust I could taste it.

Belle walked into Midnight Sins seeking revenge against the dangerous man who ruined her sister’s life. But one night with Zack changed everything. He is cold, ruthless, and used to getting what he wants. Behind the club’s closed doors, he draws Belle into a dangerous game, turning her carefully planned revenge into an irresistible obsession. What begins as a mission becomes thirty nights of secrets, power struggles, and forbidden encounters. But Zack isn’t the only one interested in Belle. Henry, Skipper, Racheal, Nora, and Helen all have their own reasons for getting close to her. And Zack is not the kind of man who easily tolerates rivals. He wants Belle all to himself. She ca

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.

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

It is like Sin senses this, so he holds onto my hand, intertwining our fingers. Now, all of the seven deadly sins have gathered around us; Pride in his suit and blonde hair, Envy in her dark skin, Sloth in her shiny but lazy aura, Wrath in his angriest form, Greed standing quiet as usual, Gluttony standing in a conrer beside Greed with something in his mouth. And the last one, Luca, I am guessing he should be Lust. That explains a lot about his sexual gratifications. “We are leaving. Pave the way.” Sin glares at Envy.