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Corban was stunned as he looked at her immediately, “Huh?” She swallowed then sighed heavily, “It's time to let go. And as for us? This is a one-time Sin. Thank you for making me experience this, Corban.” “One time sin?” Corban asked, then laughed hard. “Okay, divorce him. Then we would know if this is a one-time Sin or Many times Sins.” He finished and chuckled with a sharp look in his eyes. Callie looked at him confusingly but she was too tired to ask him what he meant.

Rico has spent months resisting the urge to ruin his personal assistant. Sweet, untouched, and completely off-limits—until now. Seeing her in his club, bathed in red light, eyes wide as she takes in the depravity around her, is the final straw. She doesn’t have to speak; he can see it in her face, in the way her breath catches. She’s curious. Tempted. Desperate for someone to show her just how good sin can feel. And he’s done pretending it won’t be him.

I didn’t; have… I can’t do this. My hands reached my forehead and I shut my eyes as the breathing started to get heavier. Everything started to come into my mind. My faith, religious norms, a promise to guard my virtue, a belief of mine over the years. I protected myself from the devils just to be with one sacred man chosen for me by God but what did I do? I gave my most precious thing to the evilest satan. The father of sins.

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

Then, I stopped. The profile had no face picture. The main picture was a dark, shadowy photo of a broad shoulder, a dark collar, and large hands resting on a wooden table. There was no friendly biography or list of hobbies. There was only one cold line of text: “I do not negotiate with desperation. I take total possession. I demand absolute surrender, total exposure, and obedience.” My breath caught in my throat. My thumb stayed frozen over the glass screen. A sharp feeling hit my stomach, followed by a sudden rush of heat that made my thighs press together.

“I’m taking you to your home. I need your address.” I laughed—loud, hysterical, broken. “There’s no home.” I shook my head, the words spilling out messy and raw. “The only things waiting for me there are boredom and loneliness. They’re sitting in the darkest corners of that place, and I don’t want to talk to them.” Something in his expression shifted. Softened for half a second, like he actually understood. He exhaled through his nose. “Then let me take you to mine.” Quiet. Final. “You need to rest.”

ARC 2 : BLIND DEVOTION TRIGGER WARNING: This arc contains explicit sexual themes, anonymous encounters, and morally transgressive situations. It is intended for mature readers only. Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores desire without restraint. ----- My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat as I slipped down the stairs into the basement of the old campus theater. The place had been shut down for years, but everyone whispered about the hole. The glory hole. I’d heard the stories in the dorm bathroom late at night : how girls would go down there alone, get on their knees, and let some random guy on the other side of the wall fuck their mouth or pussy until the

My best friend here won’t allow anyone to touch what’s his. Two of our better casinos—Seraph and Obsidian—span over thirty-three out of the fifty states. They pull in more money than I can count. I don’t care about losses and wins. But disrespect? That gets my attention. Theft that isn’t from me or my men? Even worse. And I won’t have some slimy bastard believing he can get away with it. He either pays tonight, or the motherfucker dies tonight. There is no in-between. “Relax,” I say. “I want him found. Alive. And in my office before sundown.” I emphasize the alive part so he knows just how serious I am.

Dire-diretsong sabi ni Finn na mabilis ko namang tinanguan. Maling-mali talaga iyon. Can it be considered a sin? Probably. Kung ano ang gusto mo, dapat sundin mo iyon. Lalong lalo na rito sa pagpapari. Kung hindi mo naman talaga gusto, hindi will ng Panginoon at sadyang napipilitan ka lang dahil iyon ang gusto ng kung sino man, dapat itigil mo na. Dapat lumabas ka na. Bago pa tuluyang mahuli ang lahat.

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