Sinful Skins Novels & Stories

“You looked so beautiful.” I want to say I know but I want him to answer my question first. I want to know his reason first. I am a sinner and I can’t admit that to him. I am not what he thinks I am. I am not the woman he liked because I am hiding something inside me that I know will break what we have right now. This is just a fucking three months mission! “Answer me, Peter.”

Slowly, I felt him lie back, so I was lying on him, and he was staring up at the sky. We fell into another comfortable silence, his steady heartbeat a worthy company for me. I melted further into him, the tears leaving. Why would I need to cry when I was perfectly content? I know now. I keep coming back to Keanne, not just because he is so beautiful, or because he is so powerful, so magical, or because he was my mate. It is because he was deeply stained in every color of sin. I am a sinner, and I love to sin.

Only I know how these looks of pity feel . No one knows....you may call scars beautiful but you know the one who actually has them. Knows deep somewhere in their heart, how ugly they look. Something which was so perfect, something so flawless that every one envied it. Was now just an object of pity. The skin which was perfect once, is tarnished now. And you know the worst part? No matter what you do. It will never....be like it was before. What's lost can never return. Sulking ,she didn't realised when the sun was down from the horizon and it was dark.

I dipped the bloody fingers in. The scream this time nearly split his throat. I sighed in pleasure. “You touched her with these hands,” I reminded him calmly. I dropped the bowl. Picked up the sword. Heavy. Sharp. I smiled at him one last time. “For your final sin.” One clean swing. Blood splashed everywhere. Silence followed. I didn’t bother looking back. I wiped my hands on my pants and walked out. Nina Blake……I don’t forgive. Not when my dove is involved.

Like no one really lived here. Then I heard it. A thud. Another. A sharp exhale. I followed the sound down a side hall. A pair of double doors were cracked open. The smell of sweat and leather slipped through. Inside was Ricardo. He was on the bench, pressing weights above his chest. Muscles straining, jaw tight. Tattoos shifting over his skin. Sweat slicked his shoulders. Every movement was sharp, controlled. I froze at the door. The clang of the weights rang out as he dropped them onto the rack. He grabbed a towel, dragging it over his chest. His head turned.

One of them barked. His voice caused chills to descend on me. “I-I don’t know. I just woke up here.” I stammered. Another stepped forward. “Goddess, look at his skin." he said, looking at me with shock mixed with disgust. "What kind of skin is this?" I heard someone growl. “A beta with no wolf. No crest. No scent of pack. And a strange skin.” Came another voice. “Abomination,” someone spat, his carmine eyes glittering with hate. “No one in Torguyl has this skin. He could be a demon, or worse.”

She took a step back, panic prickling at her skin. “Don’t be afraid, princess,” the second one said quickly, holding up his hands as though to calm her. “We’re not like the others. We won’t hurt you.” But then the first leaned closer, his grin spreading. “All I’m begging for,” he murmured, his voice thick with hunger, “is just one taste. Just let those pretty lips of yours suck me off, and I’ll let you go.” The second smirked, his gaze trailing over her trembling form. “I don’t even need that much. I’ll be happy with just your hands. Just… touch me. That’s all.”

"Does your elite intellect lack the capacity to manufacture a punishment that possesses an actual shred of novelty?" The Princess and the Discard Her skin was exceptionally delicate and highly cultivated. After nothing more than a few minutes of exposure to the open tarmac, her porcelain face had already flushed a brilliant, crimson red under the toxic rays, looking exactly like a ripe, succulent peach waiting to be crushed.

He smirked before opening the baby oil, pouring a slick amount onto my stomach and pussy. Just as the oil made contact with my skin, I felt a shiver run through my spine and a knotted guilt formed in my chest as I recalled how bad what I was about to do seemed. The oil was warm, but the guilt burned hotter. “Besides, I have a boyfriend at home.” I mused within myself as my conscience began to judge me.

SINFUL AWAKENING Chapter 9: The Financial Picture The file arrived at six fifty-three on Friday morning. Jade was already at her kitchen table, hair unbound, wearing a shirt that belonged to Dominic because she had stayed again and her own clothes were folded on his bedroom chair, coffee cooling beside her laptop. She had been awake since five, running through the board meeting structure in her mind, mapping the angles, identifying the weaknesses in their position and the strengths they had not yet fully deployed.