Sins Of The Skin Novels & Stories

She wiped my tears and gave me a tender smile, “I have seen the way he looks at you, I know he’s into you… trust me, you can revenge on him by making him believe that you can fall in love with him too,” "B...But, I can't... I can't love a man who kills, rapes, sins without acknowledging, I can't ever love him," I hiccupped again, my chest blocked with anxiety. If he could kill anyone, he would kill me too, as easily as blowing the dust away from the tip of his fingers.

I hated how much I needed him already. The heavy door opened with a metallic groan. Silas stepped inside, shirtless, his powerful body illuminated by the single overhead bulb. Tattoos covered his chest and arms like dark scripture. He moved with that terrifying quiet grace, closing the door behind him. The lock clicked like a final judgment. He didn’t speak at first. He simply stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at my exposed, dripping body. His black eyes drank in every detail — my hard nipples, the way my chest rose and fell rapidly, the slick mess between my spread thighs.

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.

I wanted his hands on me, rough and demanding, proving that I wasn’t boring, that I could be the kind of woman who dripped and begged and took every inch. Sinclair’s gaze dropped to my chest again. My nipples ached, begging for attention. “You look like you’ve been having trouble sleeping too,” he murmured. One hand lifted, hovering near my arm before he let his fingers brush lightly down my skin. The touch was electric, sending sparks straight to my core. I shivered visibly, my thighs pressing together as my clit throbbed with insistent need.

18+ | Mature Content Not every desire is meant to be confessed. Some begin with a glance. Some with a secret. Some with a single decision that can never be taken back. Behind closed doors, people become the versions of themselves they hide from the world. A forbidden attraction between two people who should never cross the line. A secret affair that starts as a game and slowly becomes an obsession. A dangerous man who discovers the one woman capable of making him want something other than power. A harmless crush that turns into something neither of them can resist. There are bosses and employees. Professors and students. Lovers, strangers, friends, enemies—and people who

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Underneath the black satin, my skin was a map of secrets. I could feel them even without looking—the faint lines on my thighs where I had pressed my own fingernails in too deep during the lonely nights. The bruises and burns on my skin from the electric shocks. The small, round pale spots on the small of my back and the back of my arms where the doctor’s lightning had burned the life out of my skin. I felt a sudden urge to hide, to curl up and pull the blankets over my head so he wouldn't see the wreckage.

“ Yup “ I agree , I pick up the folder off of the desk and have to stop myself rolling my eyes at the crime scene photos. So sloppy , so fucking messy. The kill looked ammature too. “ Keep on this, get Skip to hack whatever he can think of to get more information. Whoever this is , is pissing me off. No one goes against The Sinners like this and gets to walk away “ I snap throwing the folder down. I grab the keys for my sports bike and my helmet and walk past them. Just as I am about to exit the office, Saint calls out. “ Make a move Carnage “ he snaps knowing full well where I was going. I grunt sounding like Beast as I take off to get my fix.

My eyes scan his chiseled form: from his glorious bronze skin, which glistens in the low light; to his devilishly handsome face; and all the way down to the huge, hard member between his legs. Suddenly I find myself stretching out so he can appreciate my curves, shifting and writhing against the silken sheets. It’s as if the mere sight of this man was able to steal my sanity, to make me forget my resolve to make him work for his prize. “There she is.” Sinclair croons, extending a single claw and dragging it down the front of my top, only deep enough to tear the thin fabric without touching my delicate flesh. “All fire and feistiness until you get a peek of something you like.” I gasp, feelin

The darkness was suffocating, a heavy blanket that wrapped around me like a shroud. It was the only way I could describe the feeling of being wrongly accused, of being framed for a crime I didn't even commit. The weight of the world's scorn bore down upon me, a crushing force that threatened to extinguish the light within me. "You... you killed my daughter!" a woman in her forties screamed as she sprang angrily toward me. Everyone gathered in the pavilion as they took a look at what just happened. Several whispers and inaudible mutters enveloped my ears as they looked at me with pure disgust and hatred for something I didn't even do in the first place.