Sinful Skins Novels & Stories

Underneath the black satin, my skin was a map of secrets. I could feel them even without looking—the faint lines on my thighs where I had pressed my own fingernails in too deep during the lonely nights. The bruises and burns on my skin from the electric shocks. The small, round pale spots on the small of my back and the back of my arms where the doctor’s lightning had burned the life out of my skin. I felt a sudden urge to hide, to curl up and pull the blankets over my head so he wouldn't see the wreckage.

They were perfect for him to wear to his shop, showing off just the right amount of skin to tease and tempt his patrons. There was a reason that Sin was known as the demon of lust. He fed into it and off of it, sex seemed to ooze from his skin. The shower turned off and I laid his clothing on the bed, moving to the dresser to grab a pair of boxers for myself and slipping them on. I grabbed my shirt, pulling it over my head as Sin came into the room. A fluffy towel tied around his slim hips. His wet hair was brushed back from his face, making him look younger than I knew him to be.

The contrast of their skin colors made it even more exciting. “Vivian, get on your knees and eat her juicy wet pussy” I commanded and she wasted no time. Camila quickly rolled up her short skirt, revealing a lacy red panties which Vivian quickly pulled down, her clean shaved chocolate pussy came into view. “Ohh.. Fuck” Camila moaned as Vivian warm mouth made contact with her clit. She grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and placed a leg on the office sofa to give her a better view of her wet pussy.

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.

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.”

9Gabriel. Guilt is a steady drumbeat that won’t stop pounding, no matter how many times I try to silence it. It sits under my skin, pulses in my veins, makes every moment feel like I’m holding my breath underwater. This morning, after Mara slips out of the rectory; hair wild, lips bitten, face flushed with the triumph of secrets, I sit at my desk with my head in my hands, every part of me aching for something I know I shouldn’t want. I thought sin would feel sharp and electric. I didn’t expect it to feel so heavy.

My chest tightened. “You’re just scared of what people would say.” I opened my mouth to deny it. But no words came out. Because yes. I was scared. Scared of how fast this was happening. Scared of wanting him this much. Scared that I was already losing control. Scared of what the world would say. I was scared of everything that has to do with this sinful desire burning in my veins. Sebastian stared at me for one long second before speaking again. “The next time you kiss me…”

Do you plan to keep them around a little longer? Sinful: The ones I sent to you only contained their misconduct with their legal business, not the underworld business. It'll take a little while longer for me to dig out something that'll put them away forever. Alpha: Alright. I'll make use of this properly; you have nothing to worry about.

He took Delina’s hand and kissed the back of it. “You look beautiful as always, Delina, even if your face is covered with the mask.” He complimented. Delina gave him a polite smile. “You flatter me too much, Milo.” She replied. The man was in his mid-fifties and was slightly chubby with the most questionable moustache in existence. He had an extremely outgoing personality and seemed friendly. But those who have done business with him knew he was quite ruthless and could be a terrifying man if you made him your enemy.

She accepted the mask with a nod, understanding perfectly what was at stake. --- The ballroom of Xavier's mansion had been transformed into something out of a dark fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the space, where black and gold decorations created an atmosphere of decadent luxury. Elaborate ice sculptures depicting the seven deadly sins were positioned throughout the room, slowly melting as the evening progressed—a reminder of the transient nature of power and pleasure.