Sinfully Novels & Stories

He was beautiful in the most terrifying way a god of violence and possession claiming what he’d paid for with blood. He fucked me harder, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. My small breasts bounced with every brutal thrust. I was moaning shamelessly now, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. The shame only made it hotter. “Azrael fuck it’s too much,” I sobbed, nails raking down his back. “It’s not enough,” he snarled, tightening his grip on my throat. “I want you broken. I want you screaming my name while your brother’s debt is paid with your cunt.”

"Don't forget Dylan, I may not be able to reject you, but I can definitely send you to the hospital in a coma. Stay away, I already have the help I need, someone I looked to for help." Sin POV I know I'm not one of the calmest wolves out there, but this woman is testing every drop of patience in me. I don't call myself Sin for nothing, the first moment I knew how she behaved anger consumed me, but then I can't deny that when I saw her in other people's arms it turned me on too, lust is also a sin. So at the same time that I want to rip their hearts out, I also want to get involved and make them scream my name in pleasure.

a kind of sin which would turn her into a sinner. She immediately backed away from him and looked at him with disgust and filth in her eyes. "How could you even think about something like this?" She spat at him because she understood what he meant and he just heard her. "You are forgetting you are a married man, Mr Alfanso and even thinking about having another woman is a sin for you," she raised her voice at him. How could someone fall this low? Aniya turned startled when he started chuckling shamelessly in front of her.

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.

, Freya shook her head as she pitched in "I know. I don't even know him yet sweet Jesus, when he touches me, I can't. I just can't", her head dropped down to the crook of her arm on the counter, her hair falling as a curtain, spilling over her face and onto the white tabletop. When she spoke again her voice was muffled, Freya almost couldn't make out the words, "He arouses me so much it's sinful". Silence reigned for a moment that seemed like forever. Even Freya didn't know what to do at this point.

The pillows and blankets on here are so nice and comfortable… Too bad I’m about to ruin them because of, once again, the fucking devil and all his sadistic ways around me. And then, he says, “come for me now,” in the most powerful of ways to which I abide to in seconds. He smiles in satisfaction, taking his found out from me and licking it clean. “You taste even better than that brownie, Love,” he smiles again, this time leaning into me with his cock bulging out of his black boxers. Ignoring all the signs that I really shouldn’t what I’m about to do, I tug down his boxers quickly, watching his member spring out in front of me.

"Stronger." "But still ours," Selena added. "With all its shadows." Victor nodded. "We're not saints, Selena. Never claimed to be." "No," she agreed. "But we're better together than apart. The darkness doesn't win when we face it together." Victor's lips found hers in a kiss that still made her knees weak after all this time. "To our sinful forever," he whispered against her mouth. Selena smiled. "And every dark and beautiful day of it."

Because once you fuck a sinner in the confessional, you don’t stop. You preach with your cóck.

Strange in a good way. She's mine. She belongs to me, To use as I wish, To take when I desire, To fuck how I want, To do what I wish... Red is mine... Mine to care for, mine to protect, mine to love. Wait... What! Did I just mention LOVE?

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.