Sinners Consumed Novels & Stories

I've already said that I'm too valuable to be totally diverted from my duties in paradise. I frowned lightly, reflecting on the subject. As far as I knew about fallen angels, even those who were not designated to represent a capital sin were immediately exiled to hell. For a moment I ended up thinking that by the death of Vraxlon, the wave of sin of lust would be free for anyone who wanted to take it, considering that the sin of laziness was not really dead" my three-headed dog, affectionately called Cerberus, took charge of swallowing the bodies that the receiver of the sin of laziness used to hide the

The front gate was wide open. And inside? Bodies. Three of our men—executed. Bullet to the head. Clean. Precise. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Spray-painted across the inside wall were two words in red: SINS REMEMBERED. Alessia’s face turned to stone. “It’s Luca,” she said coldly. “No,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “It’s Claudia.” Her head snapped toward me. “Claudia?” she asked. “Why would she—?”

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

I smiled at her before I continued. “Hmm… I went for a few drinks to forget the pain, but I guessed I wasn’t able to control myself. Repentance is always in the end,” I shyly admitted to her, making me bow my head. I continued to eat the soup, but I didn’t realize I already consumed it. That was when I drank the milk.

We heave dirt over him until the ground is smooth and unmarked. We make our way back to the mansion, quiet now, the party long over. Inside, the remaining Gambinos are gathered, eyes on us, waiting. “It’s finished,” Vinny says simply. A cheer rises, building into a roar. Hands slap tables, and bottles clink. The energy surges. The room is alive with the satisfaction of freedom. The crowd turns toward me, and I step forward. “You know I will lead you now, honorably. I’ll never give up your location or put any of your lives at risk.”

A hand covers my eyes from behind, blocking my vision. “An angel like you shouldn't watch such debauchery, although you seem to like it.” He whispers and licks my ears, making me blush in shame. “If you want to experience it, I will arrange it for you. But not these kinds of people. They need to be screened and ensure they're healthy. However, I don't think you will have the time for that. My cock is enough to keep you high forever, Amore mio. Let's go back, enough adventure for today. You need to go home now. We don't want mom to know you have been a bad girl today, do we?” He whispers, making shame wash over me.

“And clench that sinful cunt around me.” I obeyed, moaning the words over and over as he used me. He pulled my hair, choking me lightly with his rosary beads while pounding me. The contrast of the holy symbols against our filthy fucking sent me spiraling into another orgasm. Father Elias flipped me onto my back again, hooking my legs over his shoulders and driving even deeper. “I’m addicted,” he confessed hoarsely, sweat dripping from his brow. “Your body is my new religion. I’ll burn in hell for this… but I’ll fill you every day until then.”

They said he brought women here when he was bored, that he did not like to be watched, and that none of those women walked out the front door afterward. Some claimed they were sent away before dawn. Others swore they were never seen again. The kinder version called him a thrill-seeker. The worse one called him something else entirely, a bloodthirsty maniac who treated people the same way he treated prey. Outside, Simon hesitated. I could not see his expression, but I could imagine it. Ethan had always been suspiscious and calculating. The idea of playing second to Ethan’s “fun”, must have bruised his pride.

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

How I feel when I look at him is likely how everyone feels. "He's Lust,” Cian mutters drily. "How much of your personality is actually based off...You know that?" I shift uncomfortably on the couch, preparing myself for his answer. If he truly is the epitome of greed, then I should be terrified, although I’m aware that if he admits he is, it’s not going to change anything. "Enough of it that it becomes annoying,” he sighs, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. “There is a lot we Sin’s can do, however, to separate ourselves from our true nature, though.”