Sinful Soft Novels & Stories

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

He holds me still with one iron hand on my hip and gives my ass another sharp, stinging slap. “Beg for it. Beg like the desperate, cock-hungry baby you are.” “Please…please, Damon, please let me come…I’ve been good, I tried so hard not to, but I need it, I need to come on your cock so badly it hurts…please, I’ll do anything, I’ll be your good girl, your dirty little slut, just please let me come…please, please, please…” “Louder. I want the whole house to hear how badly you need it.”

I am no one's slave but if this was going to get me the paycheck, who am I to complain. I slowly got up and grabbed the sofa, waiting for him to take me. “PAH!” “Awhh” I moaned when he suddenly spanked my ass. “You like that huh? You are a little slut!” he yelled with a little laugh while running his fingers over the spot he just spanked. PAH! “AWHH” PAH! PAH! He spanked me really hard, a few more times before finally stopping. My ass was tingling with pain but it was the good kind of pain, as it turned me on and left me dripping wet.

"I'm warning you. There is Death, but after that, there is something worse. There is purgatory, where a devilish man named Sinful decides your fate. Yes, your fate." "First," I say slowly. "Sinful is a stupid name. Second, you're Fate, which means you're either really bad at storytelling, or you aren't as powerful as everyone likes to think." Fate frowns. The expression looks strange on him. "He wants something, and it looks like you're the perfect way for him to get it," Fate muses, and suddenly, the easy smile I want to slap right off him is making an appearance again. "It does follow his namesake, after all."

Fisher of men. He'd waited for her 4AM. She'd come stumbling out of the building Fisher of men. Fisher of men. Fisher of men... She was drowsy. She was drunk. She was weak. She reeked of sin. Sin. Sin. Sin. Fisher of men. Fisher of men. Fisher of men... He'd wrapped a white handkerchief to her nose and she'd caved. Too weak to put up a fight. Too drenched in sin.

he questions, brilliant white teeth flashing as he smiles at us both, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, his rolled up button up shirt showing off his strong build. “You know how I feel about you, Sinful,” Thought mutters tirelessly, looking over Sinful’s shoulder and into his home. “We are here for Millicent.” Sinful drags his gaze to me, smiling softly. He has such a charming, attractive look to him, which has nothing to do with his powers. He is the Sin, Lust, giving him the ability to seduce anyone with just a thought alone. I’m not sure if I could have handled being mated to him, so I’m not sure how Millicent does it.

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…”

He slapped it once, just enough to make her moan. “You’re not done yet.” He sank back into her, deeper this time. Her moan caught in her throat. He fucked her with a rhythm that bordered on violent. His hand came to her throat again, pressing just enough to make her lightheaded. “You’re my sin,” he growled. “And I don’t want forgiveness.” “Then take me,” she begged. “Take all of me.” He fucked her through it. Through the guilt. Through the storm. Through every barrier left between them.

Knowing what really running inside Nate’s mind as she gladly continues her introduction to the remaining sins with the name. “Next, the embodiment of the sin of Envy. Kind of my favorite sin among the seven. The most common one and the darkness that follows Lust.”

Melissa mumbled. “How would I know? Not as if I'm the one who brought her here," Sin replied. “I wasn't talking to you, d!ck head," Melissa snapped, rolling her eyes. Melissa, you can call her a badass b!tch, a crazy psycho, your choice. She's very good at archery and has some pretty interesting skills. She and Sin are always on each other's neck. Sinclair, but he prefers to be called Sin. Free-spirited, a playboy who chases anything under a skirt. However, don't take advantage of his kindness; he's second in command after Aurelio, closest to Aurelio himself, let's say a cheerful devil.