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he muttered, eyes darting everywhere but me. I knew exactly how to bring him back to my side. I opened the drawer beside me, pulled out a file, and tossed it onto the table. He picked it up and flipped through it—and I saw it. The way his eyes lit up. “I wasn’t planning on doing anything to them,” I said casually. “But they’re yours, if you want.” It was a list of traitors—employees who’d stolen from us and jumped ship to our enemies. He tried to suppress the smirk spreading on his face. “Any reason you’re giving it to me?”

But when Ace says it, I know it’s a promise he is willing to keep. Ace is the devil in disguise, a walking sin, and I will gladly follow him into the fire.

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The basement was quiet except for our breathing. "Still think we're immature?" Mitch murmured. I laughed, weak and satisfied. "You're still idiots." "Your idiots," Hans corrected, and I didn't argue. My body still hummed with aftershocks, and the knowledge of what we had just done. I had just allowed my three younger sinfully loaded Stepbrothers fuck me in the best way ever. And I didn't regret any single moment of it. If anything, I wanted a second round with all three of them making love with me like I was the only person that mattered. This was definitely going to be the best thanksgiving ever.

Wetness flooded out of me in a rush, soaking his hand and the sheets. I cried out, body thrashing against the cuffs, wrists burning as the metal cut deeper. He didn’t stop. He kept sucking and fingering me through it, drawing the orgasm out until I was sobbing and twitching and trying to twist away from the overstimulation. Only when the last spasm faded did he pull his fingers free. They glistened in the low light, coated thick. He held them up so I could see, then shoved them into my mouth. “Clean them.”

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.

He looked trapped between heaven and hell, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t. "God forgive me..." he muttered, a panicked prayer slipping through his teeth. He gave in. With a thud, he dropped to his knees right on the floor between my spread thighs. He looked utterly defeated by his own hunger. "Don't worry about Him," I whispered, a wicked smile pulling at my lips as I tilted my hips forward, pressing my dripping wetness right against his mouth. "There's no salvation in here. Just you, me, and the sin you're about to swallow. Now open your mouth and eat me."

I could still feel the desperate, frantic way her wet pussy walls had clenched tightly around my beer-can thickness, convulsing in waves of pure pleasure while her voice brokenly moaned countless, shameless pleas into my ear. She had been a drug I didn't plan on quitting so soon. In fact, as I had poured myself a drink in my study at 4:00 AM, I had already resolved to keep going back to the club for her. She was, without question, the best I had had in a month. My policy with women like her was always clinical: a month of intense, unrestricted consumption, and then, as I always knew I would, I’d discard her without a second thought.

I stood by the door and just stared at him, trying to understand what my eyes were telling me, trying to make it make sense. This was the same man from last night. The same man from the club. The same man who had made me ride his cock until I bled and lost consciousness in his car. I was still trying to process everything when his familiar voice cut through my clashing thoughts, "Come and have a seat, Paige." His voice was calm. Completely calm. Like this was normal. Like he hadn't done sinful things to me just last night. I managed to shut the thought down and forced my legs to move. I stepped forward slowly and lowered myself into the chair across from him, my eyes dropping to the desk bet

“You want me to behave, little nun?” He rested his arms on the table like he had nowhere else to be. Cigarette was behind his ear, and his eyes were locked on me. “You’re too pretty for this place,” he said. “Bet you don’t even know it.” I tried to focus on sorting cans. But he didn’t let up. “You’ve got fire in you,” he whispered. “Wasting it here? That’s the real sin.” I glared at him. “That’s blasphemy.”