Skin Of A Sinner Book Novels & Stories

“And this is where I’ll break him out.” She cried out as he fingered her hard and deep. His mouth closed around her nipple, sucking as he worked her open. The candles flickered as she writhed on the altar. Then he flipped her over, bent her forward over the edge. He grabbed the Bible beside the candle. “Say it,” he ordered. “I am a sinner.” He brought the book down on her ass with a sharp smack. She moaned. “Say it again.” “I am a sinner.”

And for almost as many years I had carried the same secret fantasy: being bent over one of these tables, skirt pushed up, mouth used until I couldn’t speak, while the rare books watched in silence. I never told anyone. I barely admitted it to myself in daylight. But after midnight, when the building belonged only to me, the fantasy sat closer to the surface. I shifted in my chair, thighs pressing together under the modest black skirt I always wore for work. The movement made the silk of my underwear brush against skin that was already too warm. I ignored it and turned another page. The soft click of the outer door lock made my head lift. Footsteps. Measured. Familiar.

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.

All I can think about is how easy it would be for him to reach down, tilt my chin up, and claim my mouth. He watches me read—or pretend to—in silence for a moment, his breathing steady and controlled. Then, as I flip to the second page, his fingers "accidentally" graze my forearm. It’s a light, lingering skim that sends a bolt of electricity shooting straight to my core. I jolt, a small gasp escaping my lips, and he doesn't pull away. Instead, his thumb traces a lazy, possessive circle on my skin before retreating. Heat floods my cheeks, and I feel my nipples tighten painfully against the lace of my bra.

Chapter 2 Sophia’s POV I couldn’t fight it anymore. My hips pushed back on their own, rocking slow and needy against that massive hard cock wedged between my ass cheeks, grinding my soaked panties right along his thick shaft like a desperate little slut who needed it bad, feeling every veiny inch of him throbbing hot against my soft flesh while my cunt leaked fresh juices all over the thin cotton that was already plastered to my swollen pussy lips. The storm kept hammering the windows but it did nothing to cover the wet sticky sounds my ass made sliding up and down his length, my heavy tits jiggling inside the damp tank top with every filthy roll of my hips.

My voice thickened. “Do you need help?” I was literally fighting my demons to stay sane because his skin against mine was the only solution I could think of. So yeah, he could be my perfect help. “S—Stay close,” I muffled, two fingers traced on my forehead to my cheeks. “I’m right here angel… right here to make you okay,”

I couldn’t stop replaying the seductive sound of her voice when she offered herself to me, or the way her fingers had boldly brushed down my chest, teasing my hard cock through my pants. What would it feel like to slide my thick cock between those soft lips? To watch her choke and drool all over me while she looked up with those big, needy eyes? What would her tight cunt taste like if I buried my face between her thighs and ate her out like a starving man? How would she whimper, moan, and scream my name if I fucked her harder and better than Nelson ever could? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I needed to stop. Her little seduction game was clearly working, and I refused to let her turn me into another weak

me' with your mouth but the rest of your body wants the touch, so how dare you to have the guts to want to blame Ace for this?" he said, his voice was turning a little cold and he immediately yanked the towel off my body exposing my nakedness. He took in a sharp breath as he take in my sight "You are really well made, and because of your lack of resistance whenever we seven brothers come closer to you, so, just accept our offer to be our slut" he said as he bent down and pushed my legs apart. I lay spread out on the bed watching him undress, and every inch of my body exposed by him is a turn-on. Am I really unable to resist them? My pussy was twitching in want and I realized that I wasn't r

Before I can stop myself, my head turns of their own accord, making the kiss land on my cheek instead of my lips. I take a deep breath, reminding myself that I also let Leonardo, my brother's murderer touch me, and even enjoyed it. Hell, the past two days, I have woken up quite a few times with my panties soaked from dreaming about Leonardo. This morning, I had woken up with my legs spread and my fingers between my legs. I had kicked off my panties some time in the night during my wet dream. Luckily, I always keep my door locked while sleeping. Otherwise, I won't know how to explain to my parents the reason my gown is pulled to my waist, with panties gone as I touch myself. Sometimes, while

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.