Sinner Sierra Simone Novels & Stories

Simon fell silent mid-word. His head snapped toward his brother, eyes narrowing just a fraction before he smoothed his features into something more neutral. That was the thing about Simon. He could switch from predator to polished Alpha in less than a second if there was an audience, even if that audience was only one person he needed to manage. I turned my gaze on Ethan and let every ounce of my anger focus into the glare I gave him. He knew exactly what he had done.

said the young man, then placed a kiss on the bridge of her nose. Mia smiled as the corners of her eyes quickly warmed up. "E-Even if I'm a sinner?" she asked eventually breaking into tears. She couldn't explain it, but at that moment she could feel Erik's love for her. And that caused and delivered a strange flame and touch of emotion in her heart. Erik nodded before he opened his mouth to speak. "Yes, even so, you will be my sweet sinner. And as I said earlier, I will love you with all my heart and without any doubt," he uttered again.

“One night. Scratch the itch. She’ll never know.” Simone stepped closer. Her fingers trailed down my arm, light but electric. “I’m not here to force you,” she whispered. “Say the word and I’m gone. But if you want to know what a different pussy feels like… I’ll ruin you for vanilla in the best way.” My throat was sandpaper. Fanny’s smile flashed again. Then Simone’s body—lush, dangerous, everything Fanny wasn’t. Just once. She’ll never know. I took her hand.

“This is fucking insane. Look at me. I look like a cheap knockoff.” “You look perfect Sissy,” Sienna sang, resting her temple on my shoulder. She grinned so wide my cheeks hurt just watching her. “He’s not going to know the difference.” I tried to laugh, but it came out more like a choke. “I can’t even get your tone right. You sound so… effortless. I sound like a dying parrot.” “Try again,” she urged. “Say something. Say, ‘Lucian, don’t be late for dinner tonight.’”

I managed to get a few answered, but not all. "Who is this Hunter you're speaking of?" Jace interrupts. Sienna pauses for a moment before I nod my head. I can tell she's worried about implicating him, but we both know that it wouldn't matter what she said, as it will be next to impossible to capture the infamous Reaper. "You probably know him as the Reaper or El Segador." Sienna confesses. Jace remains stoic. I can tell he's piecing together these details from what he already knows. Instead of commenting, he remains silent, allowing us to continue.

The thumbnail alone was enough: the unmistakable interior of Kai’s black matte sports car, the model’s long legs splayed, her designer dress hiked up around her waist, Kai’s body driving into her with the kind of ruthless, practiced rhythm that made the camera shake. Elara’s thumb hovered. She pressed play. The video was raw, unfiltered, filmed from the passenger seat angle by the model herself. The model—Emery Simmons, the face of three major campaigns this season, all sharp cheekbones and honey-colored skin—moaned into the lens at first, then turned it toward their joined bodies. Kai’s thick cock disappeared into her in deep, wet strokes. The sound was filthy: skin slapping, her cunt squel

I patted my face dry with a paper towel, taking a deep breath. “You can do this, Erica,” I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible over the muffled bass thumping from the lounge. I adjusted my outfit—a glittering black bikini top and matching bottoms, the standard uniform for girls like me here. It wasn’t glamorous, but it paid the debt hanging over my head, and that was all I needed. My skin prickled under the fluorescent light as I squared my shoulders, forcing the vulnerability to slip off me like an old coat.

Sienna casually put the teacup down, looked directly into Simon’s eyes, and then said word by word— “I’m Sienna. “But I’m not this Sienna. “Simon, are you satisfied with this answer?” Simon never expected that she would admit it! He was so shocked that he did not even know what to say. What did she mean when she said that she was Sienna but not this Sienna? He understood every word that she said, so why could he not understand it when those words were connected together? “Then…” Simon took a long time to find his voice. Although he already had an answer, he asked with much difficulty, “What about the Sienna from before?”

Mrs Selina on her knees in my kitchen, looking up at me with those eyes while she swallowed my cum. I know it’s going to blow up someday. I know I should stop. But every time I try to pull back, Lina sends me something, a voice note moaning my name, a photo of her tits in the mirror with “Wish you were here” written in lipstick and shit, I’m right back in her bed. Some sins are just too good to quit. And honestly? I’m not even pretending to be sick anymore.

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.