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Her breasts were so huge that I ended up slurping her alluring peaks even more. Curling my fingers on her hair, I pressed my lips on hers again. I tried to be gentler as much as possible, despite whatever longing I was feeling. I didn’t understand anymore why I was craving for more. God, please forgive me because I no longer knew what was happening to me at this time! Forgive me because I could no longer restrain myself from the mortal sin I was about to commit tonight. She seemed to be crying, but I did not care. I could not stop it anymore, so I stood up, hurriedly took off all my clothes, and threw them somewhere in my room. Lust was enveloping my entire body, and my sex drive was rising

I could see the outline of his face clearly. “Bless me Father for I have sinned,” I whispered. My voice sounded different. Breathier. “How long has it been since your last confession?” “Four days.” “Tell me your sins Anna.” I took a deep breath. My hands shook a little as I pressed them together. “I have had impure thoughts Father. Many of them. Every night.” He stayed quiet for a moment. “What kind of thoughts?” I closed my eyes. “Thoughts about a man. A man I should not want. I imagine his hands on me. His mouth. I touch myself thinking about him. I cannot stop.”

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“ Say what you want to say ” “ The six deadly sins are no longer in hell but here on earth ” The six deadly sins are a part of Lucifer, Lucifer is the first deadly sin, the sin of pride. Mammon the second deadly sin, a man with blonde hair and golden eyes, he is the sin of greed. Always greedy with things. Asmodeus the third deadly sin, a man with black hair and golden eyes as as well, he is the sin of lust. Always after women. Leviathan the fourth deadly sin, a man with black hair and golden eyes, he is the sin of envy. Always envying other deadly sins.

As if she read my mind, she began to explain: "They are the institution goddesses, well-known for their lavish lifestyle." "The one on the left who dresses like a gangster is the famous Tasha Robarte; the one in the middle is Nelle Anderson, the heir to the Anderson jewelry empire; and the last is Nikky Stone, the senator's daughter." She explained. "I should advise you to avoid them like the plague because they are serious troublemakers." She warned at the end, as if she had read my mind again. My eyes were full of admiration for them, not because of their dressing but because of their beautiful looks; they are an undeniable beauty goddess. I decide to heed my new friend's advice.

Having many makes the situation hopeless - I spoke in an almost desperate nervous tone looking directly at her, her eyes were searing hot and I could only imagine a chilling smile with that look well there, thinking about his conviction that skin designs represented sins. “Since you don't have any tattoos, I'm glad your soul is so kind and free from sin, Your Highness. – I whispered watching her move her hand, I felt my chest flutter and I gasped when I thought she would touch her hand to my knee for being so deeply embedded in the conversation, but she just moved, taking her eyes so deeply full of unspoken words away . If it's a sin... She has too many sins on all her backs.

“I tried to save it, to fix whatever cracks started forming. But then I learned something about him. Something dangerous.” The room feels colder suddenly, and I feel my stomach churn. “Dangerous?” I echo, my voice barely above a whisper. “What does that mean?” Anya’s gaze is piercing, but there’s something haunted in her eyes now. “However he makes you feel, Natalie, it’s not worth the risk. He has a side of him he’s too afraid to show, and for good reason. It’s… irredeemable. Wrong.” My chest tightens, and I lean closer, my voice sharper now. “Stop speaking in riddles, Anya. Just tell me what you’re talking about.”

The flat of the belt stung sharply, not hard enough to bruise but enough to make her jolt forward against the display case. Heat bloomed across her skin. Another slap, then another, across her ass cheeks, the backs of her thighs, the sensitive underside where ass met thigh. Each strike made her gasp and moan. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing every time the leather connected. “Look at you,” Grayson said, his voice velvet-smooth and cruel. “The woman who runs million-dollar auctions, standing here in the dark with her wrists cuffed, dripping like a desperate slut. Your professional pride is falling apart, isn’t it? All because your pussy is aching for a man you barely know.”

Voss moved the machine away and watched Damien through a curtain of cold colors. “You know what you did wrong,” his father said. “You let humanity blink at you. You let the instruments of your trade become a thing of flesh. That is the disease. I built an empire to get past the disease.” Damien’s mouth worked. He thought of every name he had signed off on. He thought of every woman who disappeared and the silence he had wrapped around each loss. Shame was not new. Shame had been a tool he used to make himself ruthless. But now shame was heavy and personal and razor sharp.

I was making my way through the west wing when Lady Sinclair stepped in front of me, her tall frame commanding attention in a silk gown that caught the chandelier’s glow. “Vanessa ,” she said, her voice laced with frost. “A word.” I stood straighter, refusing to shrink even as my palms grew damp. “You may have wrapped my son around those little fingers of yours,” she said, eyes narrowing. “But don’t confuse infatuation with forever. Vincent has responsibilities—an empire, a legacy. And you?” She paused, scanning me from head to toe as if I were nothing. “You have nothing to uphold.” Her words stung, but I kept my chin lifted. “With all due respect, Lady Sinclair, what Vincent and I have is n