Sinful Nights Novels & Stories

Selina had not planned to leave the retreat during her stay. The ocean had been enough. The walks through the terraced gardens, the quiet of the library, the perfumed hush of her suite — all had seemed like a contained world. But the invitation for Night Three arrived in the form of a single black envelope, slid under her door just after midday. Inside was a key and a card that read, in neat block letters: Five o’clock. Main drive. Bring nothing.

case.Katrina saved the video by typing 'Sinful Pleasures.'Putting her phone back in, she barged in and spoke confidently, "This is how much you crave for me."She was referred to Azazel, after all.He paused, pushing himself back from Lidia and leaned back on the bed, covering his private part with a comforter."I knew you were a traitor, Azazel. You always have been."Katrina was not angry instead she felt pity for him.Her looks for him were so disgusting that he, for a moment, felt emotionless.She was the woman so important in his life.All his life he kept on running after a woman who was no one but Katrina.Katrina turned to walk away, leaving both of them alone to fuck.*Flashback*1818. Braso

I huff “Yes, Dominic. You made it all okay – you always do.” “Good, because I have some words for you too, trouble.” Sinclair informs me darkly, laying me out on the bed in front of him. He’s got that wolfish look in his eye, the one that tells me I’m in for a long night at my mate’s mercy. The one that tells me he’s barely in control, and all I can do is hold on and try to survive the pleasure. “Let’s start with brilliant…” he strips off my nightdress. “Beautiful…” He traces the line of my curves. “Corageous…” kiss, “sweet,” nibble, “fucking delectable,” lick, “... and very, very naughty.” ___________________

“Marcus was never good in bed anyway. What exactly was he cheating for?” The laughter soon faded. She needed to feel desired. Needed to erase the memory of Marcus’s selfish, lazy fucking. She showered, shaved, and slipped into a tight little black dress that barely covered her ass. Smoky makeup, red lips, and heels that made her legs look endless. Tonight, she wasn’t going to be the heartbroken girlfriend. Tonight, she was going to get fucked properly. The Velvet Room was perfect, dark, expensive, and full of strangers. Adrianna ordered a dirty martini and scanned the room. Her eyes landed on him almost immediately.

The underground chamber echoed with their soft, broken whimpers and the distant, muffled sound of Vatican bells tolling in the night. Alessandro stepped forward, his voice low and sacrilegious. “Tonight we desecrate this holy place. Two daughters of the Church will offer their bodies and souls to me — a fallen priest — in the very heart of Saint Peter’s domain. Chiara… you will taste your sister in sin while I fuck you. Elena… you will watch your own cunt drip onto a nun’s face while your brother in corruption fills you.” He poured consecrated wine mixed with their own slick arousal over their bodies. The warm liquid ran in rivulets over Chiara’s bound breasts and dripping pussy, and down El

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.

He is the man who will never leave a room without cleaning it, arranging things and stuffs like that. I have seen it since the first time I came here. When I was done putting everything back in its right place, I heard a click of the doorknob telling me Peter is done with his shower. I turn my back on him, afraid that I might see him naked again. He is naughty, always will. When night comes and the boys perform on a small stage of the bar where they always performed during weekdays. Some fans came here just to hear them sing. This bar is high end and I know the drinks here cost a thousand.

For she couldn’t do anything but watch the predicament that is to fall on Alliah. “What are you doing in this place in the middle of the night miss?” They laugh. The disgusting beings know no moral, but the seven existing deadly sins that they are unaware of. “Please let me pass through.” She pleads with her trembling voice looking down as the chill flows at her veins and trying to avoid looking at their faces. Faces that pictured out the hell and devil as they could be. “What the f***! What an angelic voice! Right, gang?” They all laugh circling her.

My fingers tap impatiently against the bed. "Sinful simply wanted to expose Rylan to his Pack, make them think he's not indebted to his religion. If one of his servants found out, it would spread like wildfire," Fate explains. Something that makes a little sense, finally. "What does Sinful have against Rylan?" I decide to ask.

“Niko?” I nod. Sinful claps his hands together, making me flinch. He’s stepped closer to me; so much so, I can smell the scent he emits. It’s an intoxicating scent of pure jasmine, so heady it’s making my head spin. Again, it’s something from another world entirely, twisted in to take my mind in its control. “You have interrupted our meeting tonight, but I can’t say I haven’t been entertained,” Sinful says, his smiling telling all.