Sinner Sierra Simone Novels & Stories

Sophia said, and then her fingers were sliding my underwear aside, touching my pussy which was already wet and aching. I grabbed her shoulders for support as she circled my tilts, her mouth on my neck and her other hand holding me steady against the wine rack. "You're so responsive," Sophia whispered, adding pressure. "I've wanted to touch you since the moment we met." I couldn't form words anymore, I could only hold on as she worked me expertly, her fingers knowing exactly where to touch and how much pressure to apply, building me toward something I desperately needed. "That's it," Sophia encouraged, her fingers moving faster. "Come for me, Emma."

His cologne—amber, leather, and something darker—wrapped around me like a hand at my throat. “Do you like the dress?” His voice broke the silence, deep and velvet-rough. I swallowed. “Y-yes. It’s beautiful...Thank you.” He didn’t reply immediately. I could feel his gaze instead. It was hot, deliberate, sliding down the open slit of the gown where the fabric had shifted higher on my thigh. My skin prickled. Heat pooled low in my belly, and my pussy gave a slow, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, rubbing them subtly, trying to soothe the growing ache. It only made it worse. The silk whispered against my skin, and I bit the inside of my cheek.

Victoria Cake, full-time artist and painter. And some of whom Sreya didn't recognize— Dorathy Simons whose botox injected face muscles were so tight she could barely smile. Victor Gorham, a well-known choreographer Dinah introduced as her personal therapist because she'd call him whenever she needed to talk over wine (the wine part being her favorite). Sandra Harlow (Sandy for short), an artist and Dinah's childhood friend. Jake Darwin, the movie producer that'd looked at her weird and held her hand for too long.

Michal faced Mirabella "All the leaves are brown, and the sky is gray I've been for a walk on a winter's day, I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A California dreaming on such a winter's day. California dreaming by Sia." Mirabella jumped happily. "I almost didn't get it." "Hmmmmm," she looked at Lekky and grinned. "Own."

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

She applied some makeups to her face, made sure she is good and not too well dressed up or too ready as others might call it before walking out of her room. "Heyyy." Charlotte called walking with a small tray of cookies. "About coming to call you." She tell and Kyla smile as she look at the guys. Amos, her brother and--- "Leone. He is the lawyer. Leone meet my sister. Kyla " Morris introduce and the lawyer Leone stood up, handshaking her. "Nice to meet you." "Same here." She replied, giving him the brightest good morning smile. They disengage as she greeted Amos with a muttering hi.

He grabs the knob and smoothly pushes it to open without any sound. Sain strode in from the door still wearing a menacing aura because of the conversation he had with Pierro. He stood straight looking so dangerous yet still as tempting as sin. He roams his eyes around his room until they landed on the woman who's sleeping peacefully in his bed. The image of Selena in front of him made him stop for a while. The darkness that seemed to be lurking in his eyes slowly receded until it completely disappeared together with the menacing aura that clung to him.

Simon quickly closed the door before coming back to the bed where he had left an unfinished stint. "Are you ready to mark me naked?" Sabrina asked seductively. "I don't want everything to happen so quickly, I want it to be hot, sexy, and Memorable." Simon let out before placing a soft kiss on Sabrina's neck.

But Soren’s gaze burned into the spot where Simon touched me, he looked possessive and furious. “You’re choosing sides already?” Soren muttered low enough that only I could hear what he was saying. “I’m not choosing anyone,” I replied, my voice breaking. “I’m just trying not to fall apart.” Simon pulled me slightly closer, shielding me with his body. “Come on, Sienna. Let’s go back inside. You don’t have to listen to this poison tonight.”

I seethed, my teeth grinded together. He moved closer, his steps slow just like his pace in that dream—my wet dream, a world covered in orgasm and my screams and moans like gentle drumbeats. Everyone would be so disappointed if they got to know what feelings I harboured for Simon and worse, he had a girlfriend. I couldn't have him just the same as everything I craved. "Sienna……" he called, his tone singsong. He leaned in, pinning me between his arms, his oceanic blue eyes on mine.