Romans & histoires Skin Of A Sinner Book

He leaned in, his lips grazing my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my arms. "You're so fucking beautiful when you're scared," he whispered. "So fragile. Do you feel them, Aria? Do you feel the people outside? Do you think about what they'd do if they knew their 'innocent' Aria was sitting here, naked and dripping for me?"

“You want me to behave, little nun?” He rested his arms on the table like he had nowhere else to be. Cigarette was behind his ear, and his eyes were locked on me. “You’re too pretty for this place,” he said. “Bet you don’t even know it.” I tried to focus on sorting cans. But he didn’t let up. “You’ve got fire in you,” he whispered. “Wasting it here? That’s the real sin.” I glared at him. “That’s blasphemy.”

“That’s… not appropriate.” “Is it a sin to notice beauty, Sister? God made you beautiful. Seems wasteful to hide it under all that black cloth.” Each session chipped away at her armor. Marcus was clever, articulate, and disarmingly honest about his past—violence born from a brutal childhood, choices that spiraled out of control. He didn’t ask for pity. He asked for understanding. And in return, he offered her something dangerous: undivided attention, raw masculinity, and words that lingered in her mind long after she returned to the quiet safety of the convent.

Hearing this, all of the men immediately sank to their knees and shook their heads. “No, no, sir, please, not the punishment room.” One of them stated. “We will do anything, we will even cut off our fingers as compensation. Please, don’t send us to that psychopath. We are begging you.” They pleaded. “We promise we will find her. We promise. Give us one more chance, I am begging you.” Another one of man pleaded. Dante looked at them with a look of pure disgust. “Your incompetence made me lose one of the most important women of my life…” He started as he walked closer toward them and pulled out a small blade from his pocket and handed it over to them.

How I feel when I look at him is likely how everyone feels. "He's Lust,” Cian mutters drily. "How much of your personality is actually based off...You know that?" I shift uncomfortably on the couch, preparing myself for his answer. If he truly is the epitome of greed, then I should be terrified, although I’m aware that if he admits he is, it’s not going to change anything. "Enough of it that it becomes annoying,” he sighs, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. “There is a lot we Sin’s can do, however, to separate ourselves from our true nature, though.”

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

He kissed my forehead, but I could feel the conflict in him — the priest warring with the man. “You should go home before it gets too late,” he said reluctantly. “But come back tomorrow night. After evening prayers. I… I need to see you again.” I nodded, already knowing I would. As I dressed and slipped out of the rectory into the cool night air, the weight of what I had done settled over me. I had sinned with a priest. Twice. And I was already counting the hours until I could sin with him again. The walk home felt different. Every step reminded me of his cum still inside me. I wondered if anyone could tell, if the glow of sin was visible on my face.

tears flew down from his eyes. “That's how I became your sinner,” he spoke out, freezing her. “That's how you become the veil of this sinner, Eizlin….”

I didn’t; have… I can’t do this. My hands reached my forehead and I shut my eyes as the breathing started to get heavier. Everything started to come into my mind. My faith, religious norms, a promise to guard my virtue, a belief of mine over the years. I protected myself from the devils just to be with one sacred man chosen for me by God but what did I do? I gave my most precious thing to the evilest satan. The father of sins.

My heart did a little dance. I wanted to look pretty for him. I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I let the warm water run over my skin. I rubbed sweet-smelling soap over my breasts and my hips. I thought about his big, rough hands touching me there. It made my pussy feel heavy and wet again. I didn't even dry myself all the way. I just put on a very thin, short pink dress. I didn't put on any underwear. I wanted to feel the air on my skin. I wanted him to be able to touch me easily.