Sinful Skins Novels & Stories

In the silence around me, his little moans were making me mad crazy. He pulled his hand on the wall, almost slightly brushing through my arm. He pushed his lips hard on my skin and sucked my skin very passionately, slowly moving his face on my neck. I don't remember anyone touching me before, oh wait! My first kiss with Cain wasn't even this satisfying. Honestly speaking, I don't know when it ended, but I felt good. Does that make me a sl***? I mean just imagine your celebrity crush or a famous hot celebrity sucking your skin, ummmmm I think I'm a sl**** of that makes me one.

My eyes went to his face as he thrust in and out of me and I can't help but wonder how someone with such an angelic face would be so savage. Lucas asked for my submission and I shall not give it to him so easily, my deviance is the only thing I've got and I'm gonna make use of it till he breaks me, I ached my hips up, inviting him to ravage me. The desire I feel is sinful but I'm gonna enjoy it while it lasts. Taking one of my hands off the headboard, I dive it in between us to feel us. I am spread impossibly wide to fit him but I'm taking him, I rubbed my sensitive clit before wrapping my fingers around his cock to feel him as he thrust in and out of me. Pleasurable sounds escaped us as our

Abstinence shouldn't prickle my skin. Not licking hers shouldn't scorch my insides. But it does. I'm enjoying this whole thing and it's killing me. The sweetest torture. No man should ever have to endure it. And I'm one step away from calling it in, transferring from Life Beyond Care to another facility, getting out while I still can, while the virus that is Mia Dawson hasn't completely corrupted my system, now when I can boast of some sort of self-control. I dread the harder I push, the closer we're pulled against each other.

The skin on my face stings under his touch, but I force myself to keep my jaw locked, refusing to cry out in front of him. The harsh scraping of Silas's combat boots against the concrete floor echoes like thunder through the small, damp cell. He takes a slow half-step back, releasing his hold on my face, but his glowing golden eyes never leave mine for a second. Slowly, methodically, he unbuttons the thick cuffs of his dark shirt. He rolls the sleeves up past his elbows, revealing the full extent of the thick, jagged scars running all the way up his corded forearms. They look like old burn marks mixed with deep, ragged claw wounds—brutal reminders of violence written directly onto his flesh

“Coming in here after you. Putting my hands on it.” He pushed her skirt the rest of the way up around her waist. Her underwear was plain black cotton. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and dragged it down to the middle of her thighs. Cool air touched her bare skin. “Mr. Harlan, stop—” He ignored her. Both hands were on her ass now, spreading her open, kneading the soft flesh. One thumb brushed close to her hole. She jerked forward, but there was nowhere to go. “Stay still,” he said. “I’m just looking.”

"I want it to be easier to be angry." "Because anger is tidier than the alternative." "Yes." She reached across and covered my hand with hers — her skin warm and dry and familiar, the way it had been my entire life. "What is the alternative, Lara?" I looked at her; the birds moved at the window behind her head.

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, Sins Of My Body. Sins Of My Body was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Veronica speaks, the format will be as this: Veronica ~ “Let me go, creep.”)

“Sinful was just leaving.” The touch on me relaxes in Sinful’s surprise. As soon as his skin no longer touches mine, my body erupts in tingles, released from the hold he had on me. Now that my mind is my own again, I know I need to get out of here. Sinful is a dangerous man, and I can’t stand around here letting him play with me. I just have to wonder what Kael wants with an immortal like him… “Was I?” Sinful says suspiciously. “I was actually thinking I would take this young girl back to her room. It’s late and it would be much better than her walking back through that forest, right?”

Lusia. She stood beneath the cascading water, steam curling around her delicate frame like a lover’s embrace. Her skin glistened, covered in a soapy lather that slid down the curves of her body, tracing the scars that marred her flesh. Those scars—each one a testament to the suffering she had endured—should have repulsed me. But instead, they fascinated me. They were proof of her resilience, of the fire that burned within her despite everything she had been through.

The air in the back of the armored SUV was thick with the ozone of discharged gunpowder and the sharp, copper tang of blood. Outside, the neon lights of the Meatpacking District blurred into long, jagged streaks of violet and gold as Silas pushed the vehicle to its absolute limit. They had just finished burning down Vincenzo’s most lucrative "dark" warehouse—the one that handled the untraceable offshore shipments. It wasn't just a financial blow; it was a public execution of Roman’s father's authority.