Sinfully Novels & Stories

Vivi exclaimed, clapping excitedly while Mia fell to the couch,holding her head in her hands and groaned. “Why do you always come up with the worse ideas, Vivi? Gigolos? Where’s your decency?” Mia exclaimed exasperatedly while Vivi grinned sheepishly as she shrugged “My what? Decency? Just because I suggested a gigolo?” She giggled, gulping down the rest of the drink Charlotte had placed on the table. “Baby girl, Decency has never been in my dictionary and just so you know, try to loosen up. You sound like my grandmother.” She sneered, smirking mischievously at Mia.

The scent of temptation, of pure, unadulterated sin. “Oh, I think you do,” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. “You’re a vessel, Rose. A beautiful, untouched vessel. And you’re brimming with unspent devotion. It’s a sin, you know. To waste such… potential. To deny the very essence of your being. Your pussy is twitching, isn’t it, little whore?”

Vikram Singh questioned her with confusion clearly lingered in his voice ignoring his question Erica starts singing “A tale I tell you of 8 sins First comes pride, you can try but can never hide Second comes greed, you can wish but can never be freed Third comes wrath, you can run but it follows your path Fourth comes envy, you can break but it still so friendly Fifth comes lust, you can hold but it will break your trust Sixth comes gluttony, you can attempt but it’s your destiny Seven comes sloth, you can watch till it makes you rot And now I tell you last and deadliest of them all

“Any man who couldn’t make a woman like you lose control doesn’t deserve to touch you. Look at you, Natasha. You’re trembling right now and I’ve barely touched you.” He was right. I was trembling. My breasts felt heavy, sensitive. I could feel my juices slowly soaking through my panties, threatening to drip down my inner thighs. Sinclair stepped even closer, his body inches from mine. I could see the thick ridge of his cock straining against his shorts now, long and heavy, the head outlined clearly. My mouth watered. I imagined dropping to my knees, pulling those shorts down, and taking him deep into my throat until I gagged and drooled. “I keep thinking about you,” I confessed, the words sl

His mood, however, got better after reading her latest message. Sinful: If I don't do it, then it will be done by some other person who has no relation to you. Would it not be better to have me do it than a stranger? With me, you can get a heads up that you have a tail on you. Isn't that better? Sinful: I have a plan, and you are a big part of it. If you are hurt, it will be detrimental to me, so I can't have that happen. Anyway, I have to go now.

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.

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.

I continue reading the letter. "You show everyone the fake you but I know the devil hiding behind that pretty face. Here's your gift a little treasure hunt. Those fingers were attached to people you supposedly care about. They are each in separate locations with a death sentence to be bestowed upon them. They will pay for your sins dear Lana. Choose who you want to save. Burn the picture of the one who'll pay for your sins today. You have 5 minutes to decide. Once you've reached your decision, quietly leave and make your way to the location. Don't bring along your brigadier or let your darling husband know of this. If you do I will kill both of them instantly. Do not double cross me or I'll

He smirked before opening the baby oil, pouring a slick amount onto my stomach and pussy. Just as the oil made contact with my skin, I felt a shiver run through my spine and a knotted guilt formed in my chest as I recalled how bad what I was about to do seemed. The oil was warm, but the guilt burned hotter. “Besides, I have a boyfriend at home.” I mused within myself as my conscience began to judge me.

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.