Novel & Cerita Skin Of A Sinner Audiobook

On the other end of the line, I heard him groan, a long, harsh, guttural sound of release. I lay there, trembling, my chest heaving, listening to the heavy, ragged breathing of the man who owned my soul, the silence of the room heavy with the scent of our shared sin.

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.

I shut my eyes. "I'm not sorry," I whispered. Then louder. "And I won't be." My voice cracked a little. "I'll keep sinning, Father. With you. Again. And again. And again." Still, nothing. It made my chest feel hollow. And then... I heard him exhale. Rough. Shaky. Like he'd been holding it in too long. And when he finally spoke, his voice didn't sound like before. It sounded dangerous. The silence broke.

I became someone I no longer recognized, a man burdened with sins too heavy for anyone else to carry. In time, my life spiraled out of control. The betrayal of my own conscience led me down a path I hadn’t anticipated. I left the military, lost to my own demons, and found myself entangled in the very world I once fought against. The mafia became my refuge, a dark sanctuary where I tried to drown my guilt, my anger, and my sorrow. I became a sinner—willingly committing sins, crossing lines I never would have imagined as a soldier. I justified it then, telling myself it was all I deserved, that I was beyond redemption. But deep down, I was trapped in a web I couldn't escape.

I could hear the mocking tone in her voice. “You are here to seek penance,” I managed to say, though my heart was pounding in my chest. “Not to relive the sensation.” “But the sensation is the sin, isn't it?” She giggled, that high, sing-song note returning to mock my composure. “The way my skin burned where he touched me. Tell me, Father... are you praying for me right now? Or are you just listening?” Suddenly, I felt it, a sharp, betraying throb in my lap. My breath hitched. The blood was rushing south, creating a prominent bulge that made the fabric of my slacks tighter.

Silence falls while my fingers continue pushing into her further. Oh god. Ava's voice rises. That's disgusting. One of the voices states. People have no manners anymore. Ava comes again against my fingers as the footsteps disappear into the night. My fingers slow inside of her, but I don't pull them away from her pussy. You naughty little minx. She looks up at me with a smile on her face. You love the fact that they heard you coming all over my fingers. Damn right I did. This woman is a fucking dream.

There was a sickening crack as most of the bones in her body shattered, leaving her a shapeless mass on the barn floor, a final bleat, soft like a sigh, came from her as air left her lungs for the final time. “I rebuke you in the Name of Jesus Christ!” shouted Pastor Elijah. The skinwalker/billy goat responded with a deep baritone laugh that ominously shifted from baritone to bass as it deepened. “I'm not a demon, preacher boy. I'm a man. I have free will. I can deny Jesus Christ every day of my life.” “You’re not a man!” I chimed in. “At least, not anymore.”

His thumb teased the sensitive head of my cock, smearing precum everywhere. “Such a dirty little secret,” he breathed, biting down on my shoulder to muffle his own groan. “Hiding under the bed after being stretched open while your sister was right here… and now you’re fucking yourself on me again like a desperate slut.” The risk of fucking my sister's boyfriend while she was I the next room, the wrongness of it and the way his cock stretched and filled me so perfectly, Christ! I didn't want it to end. But not long after I was already cumming, spilling over his fist and across his abs with a muffled cry.

Dear readers, In Sin of Silence there is a character who is non-verbal and uses sign language to communicate. Over the course of a year, I researched methods of non-verbal communication, specifically sign languages. As sign language doesn't mirror spoken language, my intent was to be as authentic as possible. However, I quickly discovered that translating sign language onto the page is very difficult, especially for someone without a background in signing. The word order can be confusing, and the grammar is different from spoken language. I made the decision to go with flow over a straight translation, which is why the signed conversations in this book resemble spoken conversations. The sign