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The intensity of his desire grew, a dark, thrilling urge he couldn’t shake and his hands skimmed lower, reaching for his cock that throbbed within the fabrics confinement. As his imagination grew wild, he jerked himself off, his breathing coming off as rugged and quick. She wore a mask of innocence and he couldn’t wait to rip it off and taint her soul till the memory of every man that had ever touched her was forgotten. He fought to dominate her. And he knew it was only a matter of time before he did. She was his to break and his to heal. ********** CLARISSA The second I got out of the room, I dialed the first number that came to mind, my hands trembling with anger. The club was noisy on the

I continued, “we tell ourselves we are stronger than temptation. We tell ourselves we can endure it, stand near it, even taste it, and not be changed.” Ezreal’s lips curved. Just slightly. He knew I was speaking about him. And he loved it. I swallowed hard, trying to hold myself together. “But sin does not knock once. It lingers. It seduces. It waits for the moment your guard drops. And when it does—it owns you.” The words weren’t for them anymore. They were for me. Because I was owned. By him. By the memory of his hands. By the sound of his voice when he whispered things no priest should ever hear.

He asked, turning to him but Tristan was lost in his own thoughts, his vexation. "Father…" He called with a long inhale, making a tight fist. "Hmm?" He hummed, running his hand in his long beard. "I am sorry but I should have said it before." He breathed out. Uncaring for the consequences but it would be better than eternal regret. Only to see if they are fine or not. "What is it, Tristan?" He asked, coming closer. "Father. You are right, temptation is a curse, it leads you to unfathomable raze. Vacuous of me to discard it." He growled, making a tight fist with a clenched jaw.

This soft and hard combination was melting all the coldness in him and was giving birth to cravings. The man said to himself, "F*ck! My mind has never experienced sinfulness and my hands couldn't resist this temptation either!" The man thought as he eyed her soft curves squeezing against his hard abs.

Warning: This is not your regular soft romance.This is the kind of forbidden collection that ruins self-control. Within these pages you will find stories of people who know better… but choose to break the rules anyway. Temptation becomes obsession,chemistry becomes addiction. Forbidden connections that start with a single look and end with someone on their knees, begging for more. In the heat of forbidden desires you will encounter characters who cross every line they swore they would never cross, therefore surrendering to their deepest, wettest desires. Neighbors who watch in the dark. Professors who turn private lessons into something far more dangerous. Bosses who demand complete sur

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

The dominance in his posture set my blood aflame. A smack landed on my ass - just hard enough to sting. I yelped in surprise, heat flooding me at the borderline punitive touch. Nice revenge. “Don’t ever run from me again,” Ethan growled at my ear. His fingers dipped between my thighs, finding me already wet. “Is this what you want? For me to take you in hand?” “Yes,” I whimpered shamelessly. The fight, the jealousy, the fear - it was all coalescing into pure need.

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

“I can’t stop imagining things. Sinful things.” “God grants us strength to resist temptation. Pray for clarity.” “Oh, I have,” I purred. “But the images only get clearer. More detailed. For instance… right now, I’m imagining what you look like on the other side of this screen. I’m picturing your hands, Father. Those strong, consecrated hands. I’m wondering how they’d feel not holding a rosary, but tangled in my hair. Or gripping my hips.” A sharp intake of breath from his side. A long silence. I heard the soft sound of him shifting again, uncomfortably. “You must not give voice to these temptations. They are tools of the devil to lead you astray.”

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.