Sinners X Reader Novels & Stories

I cut him off. The words came out sharp and direct. I wasn't interested in preambles. I wasn't interested in carefully constructed sentences. I wanted a straight answer and I wanted it now. Eric looked at me for a moment. Then he nodded, like he had expected exactly that. "My name is Eric Carrington," he began, his voice dropping slightly, taking on a different weight entirely. "I run one of the largest criminal syndicates in this country. I control a network of underground operations across the city—the casinos, the clubs, the trafficking of weapons, territories, everything that moves in the dark in this city moves because I allow it to.”

"Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do." I turned to face him, hating him already. Then reached out my hand for a handshake. "Father Reed, it's a pleasure to meet you." "And you're—?" Father Reed trailed off as he waited for my reply. "Damien Raeken." I clenched my fist, letting my gaze roam his appearance. "You did mention that God forgives all who sins. So…you mean, God would forgive every sinner who confesses their sins?" "Yes," he replied solemnly, but I wasn't sure that meant he agreed.

I want her lying awake, listening for sounds that never come. "She notices she's being followed, but she acts as if she isn't" I murmur to Xander, amusement curling in my chest. I could end this quickly. Break down her door, Demand payment, Leave her shaking and crying and not in the best kind of way either. and leave London completely. Get back to my life in New York and still kill Jerry motherfucking Harrison. She's just a woman in a big city. A bookstore attendant. Has a quiet life. Is Shy. Meek. Bland. Spoilt.

She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired. Damon opened the door without knocking. He entered the room wearing black pyjamas bottoms. His chest was bare. Ara stared at his sculpted body. Damn, he had such a sexy shape. “Tonight’s chapter is about a cold billionaire who becomes obsessed with the erotic writer under his roof. He fucks her in every corner of his domain. He ruins her until she understands she belongs to him completely.” "That sounds very familiar," Ara smiled. "So I expect you to do a good job."

Suddenly a teasing melody started,it was one that made several men groan and grab their groins. “Steady!” the captain bellowed. “Ear plugs in, ya fools! Eli..get that net ready!” ----- Hey dearies We’ve made it to 100 chapters together! 🎉 From the forbidden desire of Jax/Anna to the dripping desire of Lirael/Elara. This wild, dark, and filthy journey has been an absolute ride. Thank you for riding these waves with me.. the screams, the moans, the betrayals, and the soaked pages in between.

A lycan who ruled with iron claws wrapped in tailored suits. And I had just come undone for him on camera, moaning like a whore while his words commanded every stroke of my fingers. The phone screen suddenly lit up again, casting a pale blue glow across the stone walls of my small cell. My heart slammed against my ribs. Another message from ShadowKing. From Jax. "You came so beautifully for me tonight, little sin. I could almost taste how sweet your surrender is." My stomach twisted. Heat rushed to my face and lower, pooling hot and insistent between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, but that only made the slick friction worse, drawing another quiet whimper from deep in my throat.

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus

“You sound like someone who has.” I looked through the screen, though I could see nothing but shadow. For a moment, I almost wanted to tell him everything, the nights I doubted, the prayers that went unanswered, the weight of other people’s sins pressing against mine. But that wasn’t my place. I was supposed to be the anchor here, not another soul adrift. Instead, I whispered, “All sins can be forgiven.” The words felt fragile, hollow, like a candle’s last flicker before dying out.

“Oh my god… fuck… mmm, yes… that feels so good…” He rose higher, mouth moving to her breasts. He licked one nipple in slow, wet circles, then the other, then spat onto the left peak. Warm saliva ran down the soft curve of her breast. He licked it off slowly, sucked the nipple deep into his mouth until she whimpered, and spat again, coating both nipples until they shone under the library lights. Maya’s head fell back. Soft, broken moans kept spilling out of her without restraint. “Ah… ah… Liam… that feels so dirty… mmm—don’t stop… please…”

“For we have sinned.” The blasphemy only made me wetter. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper as he started thrusting harder. We moved together like we had been made for this. His cock hit places inside me I didn’t know existed. Every deep stroke made me moan louder. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with our desperate gasps and whispered sins. He fucked me harder, pounding into me with raw need. The bed creaked beneath us. I was going to come again.