Sinfully Novels & Stories

In his sleep, he pulled me closer to himself, his hand finding its way to my breast, and he gently cupped it while he moaned and I closed my eyes. This shouldn’t be happening. He said I was sin. Last night, he whispered it like a confession. He said I tasted like sin. Like I felt like one. But, does he perhaps realize that he was the greatest of all sins? Because with him… everything felt both right and wrong. Like heaven with a touch of fire. Like craving something you know will burn you, but leaning in anyway. He made sin feel sacred. And I… I let him. I didn’t mind.

“Moaning our names while you played with that needy little pussy right next to your husband.” Cane smirked, palming the huge bulge in his sweatpants. “Your body is fucking sinful, sweetheart. Those heavy tits, that soft belly, that fat ass… made for real men to worship. Not whatever the hell Seth is doing to you.” Heat flooded my core again. My nipples stiffened visibly against the thin fabric. I pulled the covers up to my chest, shame burning my face. “This is wrong,” I whispered, voice trembling. “I’m a married woman. Your brother’s wife. My family… our faith… this is a sin. I can’t.”

In the darkness, she promised herself that she was going to make him regret ever taking her. Serena had spent hours in the dark, her wrists were aching and her mind was racing. She replayed everything she knew about Lucian Moretti. She had heard he was Ruthless and Calculating but most of all, Dangerous. He wasn’t just another enemy in her father’s long list of rivals, he was the kind of man who didn’t play fair.

The way he whispered my name like it was a sin he wanted to keep repeating. No. I didn’t dream it. He was here. My heart stutters just thinking about it. He came through the window like some kind of trouble I couldn’t resist. Said nothing for a while—just looked at me with those dark eyes, as if I belonged to him. And I didn’t stop him. I should’ve. I didn’t. Now, the memory burns under my skin, impossible to scrub off. The door creaks open suddenly, snapping me back to reality.

His thumb teased the sensitive head of my cock, smearing precum everywhere. “Such a dirty little secret,” he breathed, biting down on my shoulder to muffle his own groan. “Hiding under the bed after being stretched open while your sister was right here… and now you’re fucking yourself on me again like a desperate slut.” The risk of fucking my sister's boyfriend while she was I the next room, the wrongness of it and the way his cock stretched and filled me so perfectly, Christ! I didn't want it to end. But not long after I was already cumming, spilling over his fist and across his abs with a muffled cry.

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.” ___________________

“You filthy little sinner. tempting me…runing me…” “Yes! Yes, I’m bad. Punish me, Father Khatri,” Matthew whines, arching into the touch and Khatri’s cock weeps behind his zipper. He yanks the boy’s shirt off, tossing it across the room, and then rakes his nails down Matthew’s oddly pale skin, leaving red welts. The boy’s cock twitches between them, leaking more and more stream until Khatri grips it in his large fist. a moan rips from Matthew that’s so erotic, it has to belong in sinful places like Sodom. His head falls into the crook of Khatri’s neck and he rasps. “Please, give me more.”

The room felt small, the tiles cold, the air thick with dread. “You see,” she said softly, dangerously, leaning even closer, “I can end this in an instant. Or I can drag it out. I can decide if Damien sees you burned, scarred, broken, or if I let you live just long enough to beg him for mercy. That baby,” she paused, letting the word hang like a blade, “might just be my only leverage. And I enjoy every second of it.”

The act felt so dirty, so wrong and yet I licked my fingers clean, savoring the forbidden flavor. I finally dragged myself to my bed, collapsing onto the sheets with a contented, guilty sigh. I was sore, used, full of sin and I was already counting the hours until I could sin with him again.

PRIDE, LUST, GREED, ENVY, SLOTH, GLUTTONY, and WRATH. With the name of the sins that are held up and dropped with the weight of their curses. Everything crumbles around the core and half stage of the 4th and within the circle of AVARICE, as the book blew back unto her arms and everything turns into the same circle where she is in that middle surrounded by the torches with their respective flames. “Well then.” Patiently waiting as she is all used to it by now. The door appears, but is a lock, with the voice that echoes and started to giggle, asking her the question.