Sinners Of Saint Series Novels & Stories

That’s not my problem anyway. I set the drinks down first, then the burgers. Brina’s eyes go straight to hers. She reaches for the straw, takes a slow sip and immediately pulls back, frowning. “There is something in this.” Here we go. I pause, then, “What?” She tilts the glass slightly, peering into it with a disgusted look. Then she looks up at me, her expression tight. “Is that a hair?” Nick leans over. “No way.” Sophie makes a face. “Ew. I’m not even going to look because I don’t want to lose my appetite.”

I plead. “He acts like it’s a sin for us to let loose, have fun, and get our rocks off,” Warner says. “It’s not a sin. It’s against the law in public, and it’s just not for me,” I say, explaining to Montana. “Hold on, darlin’,” Warner tells Peyton as he digs in his front pocket. “Something’s popping up.” At his words and devilish smirk, Peyton blushes deep red. This causes Warner’s eyes to light up as his smile grows wide.

Hello, If you're still reading Sin That Binds. It was decided that I'd make it a two-part series of short horror mm erotica. So here is BOOK TWO. I hope you enjoyed Book One, Matthew and Khatri's story, and their plot twist. Title: Sanctum

The Lord doesn't accept the prayers of a sinner,” Roman whispered. "I'm not a sinner,” Sophia managed to hug her knees. “I’m not a sinner," "You were born a sinner, Sophia,” Alecia said again. “Chase told that to you. He did! Your parents were sinners! The man who kills for you is a sinner! The world you were born into is that of sinners! Everyone around you are sinners! That makes you a sinner!" "Please stop it,” Sophia covered her ears and placed her forehead on her knees. “I’m not a sinner. It doesn't mean I'm a sinner,"

I said, hoping to keep her talking. She caught my eye. “Don’t laugh, but it’s calledThe Deadly Dragon Sins Series. Each book features a different dragon that the protagonist must find and either destroy or make an alliance with. Each book's perspective changes as new characters are introduced, including their reasons for searching for dragons.” “That’s interesting,” I admitted. “How many books are there in the series so far?” “Eight. You could start with the first one and see how you like it. Each book can be read as a standalone, so you don’t have to worry about cliffhangers at the end.”

“Take my cock like a good little slut.” “Yes! I’m your slut, Daniel! Harder!” she screamed, pushing back against him. I stood frozen in the doorway, unable to move. Betrayal burned through my veins like acid. My chest tightened painfully. This was the man I had been touching myself for every single night, imagining him coming home to me. And here he was, balls-deep in another woman.

Maybe Cornwall would help me forget him. Maybe distance would heal my broken heart. But deep down… I knew this wasn’t over. Not even close. Because Stephen Brock had destroyed me. And one day… I was going to destroy him too.

Girls who came back broken or never at all "They say he's a monster," Margaret continues, her eyes wild with terror. "A devil with the face of an angel. Dante Salvatore. He's mafia, Celeste. He kills people. And Mother Superior is sending me to him like I'm some kind of—" Her voice breaks into a sob. I pull her into my arms, feeling her whole body shake against mine. This is wrong. All of it is wrong. Sacred Mercy is supposed to be a sanctuary, not a marketplace.

“Please… Warden, I want it. I need it. Use me as you may.” He pounds deeper, hitting the very spot that makes me see stars. I come untouched at first then again when he jerks me through it, spilling over his hands. He follows, flooding my ass with his cum. Pulse after pulse. We stay locked,his chest resting against my back as he breathed into my ear. “Now you know why I'm called a striker.” he whispered into my ears. I whimper. “I never miss.” He pulls out slowly, leaves me dripping and marked. He zips us and uncuffs me as he watches me fall on my knees, blissed out.

The only thing I could hear was the pumping of my heart in my ears as I stared up at him. I didn’t know what I expected when they dragged me off to meet their Alpha—a crazed beast who fed on blood from mystical virgin creatures like my kind. Whose generation was known for drinking us dry and defiling us, turning us to pitiable humans with a quick countdown to die. Whatever I expected, it was not this image in front of me. Alpha Sin did not look like the rugged, beastly man I’d spent all my life fearing. He looked like a masterpiece of a man—almost seven foot, with razor sharp features, and jet back hair that was slicked back with precision.