Sinful Skins Novels & Stories

I gnashed my teeth. Her snow-white skin, which looked like a turnip, would be bloody red because I would not hesitate to peel, tear off, and scrape her alive. Don’t she ever dare mess with me again! Once was enough—it was already enough that I once cried and almost ruined myself because of that wicked witch.

The Dark Heartstone hovered between them, a weeping eye of violet shadow that drank the light from the sapphire-jade fissures on Sofia’s skin. "It tastes like a lie that has been rotting for a thousand years," Sofia gasped, her hands trembling as she pushed herself up from the cracked obsidian floor. Every movement sent a screeching pain through her crystalline joints. The blue of her skin was no longer pure; it was bruised by streaks of dark indigo, the color of a stormy sea at midnight. "You didn't give me a destiny, Seraphina. You gave me a disease. You took a lineage of light and turned it into a factory for your own vanity."

My bare, puffy lips kissed his skin, hot and slick. The sensation was filthy and perfect. I dragged my dripping folds up and down his thigh in long, secret strokes, coating him with my creamy arousal. Each upward roll pressed my clit harder against him, sending jolts of pleasure through my core. The water hid every sinful movement, but I could feel how wet I was making him—my juices mixing with the lake, creating a slick mess that only heightened the taboo thrill.

Tears pricked my eyes, but I pushed my ass back for more, loving the burn, he's spanking me with a holy cross, punishing my ass like I'm a sinner. It's so wrong, using something sacred to hurt me, but it feels incredible. I need this pain, I need this degradation. He kept going, alternating cheeks, the strikes getting faster, louder in the quiet room. "Three. Thank you, Lord." My ass burned, my skin turning red, I could feel the heat radiating.. "Four, thank you, Lord." Sweat started beading on my back, my tits pressing against the desk through my blouse, my nipples scraping the wood with each impact.

The storm outside masked her first cry as I brought the belt down across her back, a sharp crack that left a red stripe from shoulder to hip. "Count your sins," I growled, striking again, this time on her thigh. "One... thank you, Father, for punishing this wicked flesh," she sobbed, body jerking but holding position. Two, three—each lash drawing welts, her skin blooming crimson. By five, she was trembling, tears splashing the floor, but her hips wiggled, seeking friction. "More... rougher. Make me bleed for you." The dominance surged, a holy fire in my veins. I paused to light the candle, its flame dancing like forbidden knowledge.

(ONE CROSS) “PRIDE, WRATH, GLUTTONY, LUST, ENVY, GREED, AND SLOTH.” Knowing more than what other mortals and gifted might think of her at first glance, she whispers the sins as the words vanish in front of her. Turns everything into ashes and goes directly inside the book that somehow loses all its pristine details and colors, and that is left with an utter old and torn cover that somehow is being forgotten by time and forsaken by anyone. It flies right back into her arms, where she hums for seconds and whispers.

NATASHA I couldn’t take it anymore. The constant ache between my legs, the way my body burned every time Sinclair looked at me, the filthy memories of grinding on his thick cock through our clothes — it all crashed over me until I was standing outside his door that same evening, heart racing, thighs already slick. I hadn’t even bothered with panties. The sundress clung to my curves, my heavy breasts free and nipples stiff against the fabric. When he opened the door, shirtless and in those low-hanging shorts, the raw hunger in his eyes told me he felt the same breaking point I did.

BEFORE YOU READ Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege. This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you. (***) Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews.

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.

Aziel I looked at the peacefully sleeping girl by my side. She was snoring a little and looked so pure and innocent in her sleep. I still didn’t know if I could trust how innocent she looked since she was their daughter after all. The criminals that were masquerading as socialites. I didn’t think that the bruise was just from a fall. I could tell that she was hiding something from me and I wanted to find out what it was not I needed to. When I first met her I couldn’t even recognize her because she was so different from her picture. One thing was for sure that she was so much more beautiful but the photo could not capture the pain and the darkness behind her eyes.