Sinful Soft Novels & Stories

Of course he did. She peeled back the wax seal. Inside was a single black page, etched in silver ink. No letterhead. No signature. Just ten simple lines: THE TEN SINFUL COMMANDMENTS 1. Never deny your deepest desires. 2. Pleasure is power—wield it ruthlessly. 3. Trust is earned through surrender. 4. Speak only truth—unless a lie is sexier. 5. Pain is a gift. Accept it. 6. Loyalty belongs to the one who ruins you.

It was always Xander. I sat up on the bed. What on earth was wrong with me? I just met Xander today, and besides, he is my brother-in-law. Why can't my body understand that? Maybe, I was just being like this because it was my ovulation period. A good fuck should cure my thoughts. I turned to Leander. “Baby,” I whispered softly. “Hmm,” he turned to me sleepily. Noticing my expression, he sat up immediately. “What's wrong, love?”

“For we have sinned.” The blasphemy only made me wetter. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper as he started thrusting harder. We moved together like we had been made for this. His cock hit places inside me I didn’t know existed. Every deep stroke made me moan louder. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with our desperate gasps and whispered sins. He fucked me harder, pounding into me with raw need. The bed creaked beneath us. I was going to come again.

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.

Only Maya would think a slutty competition was worth it. "And you're not a slut. Sure it's singlehandedly worse than half a dozen of the shit I've done—" I face-palmed myself, jerking my head in resignation. "But in your defense, I do a lot of stupid shit, so you're good " A small pat on the corner of my shoulder and she finally got the car to start. "I mean it babe. You're good " "I'm not. They're brothers. Blood related. And he didn't know, so even though Nick flares, Logan is all good in the end. "

I slowly gazed upon her, taking in every inch of her as she laid there, lol on sinfully tempting. She had a red lacy transparent thong on that left little to no imagination on, matching it with it’s pair of lacy transparent bra, showing her erect bud standing proudly in the bra. Her skin glimmered in the lights as a wave of peaches and cream envelopes my senses, engulfing me in her scent and rendering me powerless. Her full lips was molded in a heap of red lipstick, her lower lips caught between her teeth as she battered her eyelashes at me rather innocently.

I can't even understand what it is about him that is attracting me to him so fucking much, because apart from his dominant manly appearance and devilishly good look, which God, unfortunately, gave him, he is just one cold-blooded asshole. I'm pretty sure this man has no emotions, he's just a walking robot. But still, I can't stop fantasizing about how good his lips felt on mine or how bad I want his hands sliding down my body as he moans my name. I wanted to do things with him so forbidden, so unholy that it makes me question my fucking moral values. But I promised myself that these 3 days would be for me and me only. I won't let my mother or him ruin this.

The familiar sweet scent mixed with the clean smell of my body wash. He didn’t tease for long. Two slick fingers pushed into me, stretching my still-sensitive hole with wet, filthy sounds barely muffled by the running water. I braced my hands on the tiled wall, moaning softly as he curled them against my prostate. “Still so full of me,” he growled approvingly, scissoring and pumping. “ I'm gonna fuck you again. Right here.” He added more lube, slicked his now rock-hard cock, and lined up. The fat head pressed against my entrance,blunt and insistent. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me, the water making everything even wetter and smoother.

He has tasted the forbidden fruit, and he knows that he will want to taste it again. He is weak, he knows. Weak and sinful and unworthy of his calling. But even as he berates himself, he can't help but think of Paul's touch, of the pleasure he found in that sinful act. And he knows that no matter how hard he tries to resist, he will always be tempted by the devil in the form of a beautiful man.

she asks sardonically. I swallow. "I'm Amolet." "Before you say anything else, most generous and kind sister, she has an uncanny ability to strangle Immortals, so I wouldn't risk getting on her bad side. Trust me,” Sinful adds, to which I narrow my eyes on him, although am silently glad he’s informed Ira of that, a frown gathering between the girl’s brows. "Interesting," she muses. "I assume Sinful has fallen victim to this power of yours due to his mouth."