Sinful Soft Novels & Stories

I'm convinced I imagined it. The confirmation was clear regardless. He didn't know. Logan was just a guy who walked into a club, met a girl, and wanted her. Mia Dawson is a slut. The scandalous girlfriend who sinned the first chance she got. It was all me. Thank you for letting me know. We don't have to bring this up. Ever." I punctuate each phrase, looking back, pleading with my eyes that he agrees. Once again, he attempted to come forward. "You have my word."

I heaved deeply, not wanting to get worked up than I already am. Liam sighed, massaging his temples “Fuck. I really am sorry. I agree I shouldn’t have and I have been a dick this whole time. I’m sorry.” He says, eyes downcast, staring at his lap. I couldn’t help but stare at him, he looked so guilty, so tired and well, maybe that’s his fault but then again. I’ve always been one with a soft heart.

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.

I huff “Yes, Dominic. You made it all okay – you always do.” “Good, because I have some words for you too, trouble.” Sinclair informs me darkly, laying me out on the bed in front of him. He’s got that wolfish look in his eye, the one that tells me I’m in for a long night at my mate’s mercy. The one that tells me he’s barely in control, and all I can do is hold on and try to survive the pleasure. “Let’s start with brilliant…” he strips off my nightdress. “Beautiful…” He traces the line of my curves. “Corageous…” kiss, “sweet,” nibble, “fucking delectable,” lick, “... and very, very naughty.”

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."

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

“You don’t know anything about me, Miriam. Maybe Miriam, you're just guessing. You're pained that Ethan choosed me right? Come on girl, don't I look better?” Miriam leaned in a little, her perfume thick and heavy like her lies. She whispered but almost like she was choking to death, “You’re using what’s between your legs to trap Ethan. I know your type. It’s disgusting. But it works on men like him. Men like him that's so soft, weak, emotional, too blind to see what kind of filth he’s wrapped himself in.” My body went cold and hot at the same time. A dangerous mixture. My fingers curled at my sides, but I smiled—oh, I smiled so gently that it scared even me.

Sage Despite what everyone said, what they will continue to say, despite the anarchy he raises, Dante Sokolov is sin wrapped in a gloriously beautiful male human body. And he's what truly living feels like. This substantial, nebulous force that could never be watered down or put out. When we agreed to be friends with benefits last year, I knew he'd be bad for me. I never really cared. I was caught up in his hot body and sexy accent that felt velvety in my ears.