Skin Of A Sinner Book Novels & Stories

I feel the rough wood of the kitchen table, hear the roar of the rain, and feel the overwhelming, brutal possession of his father—a sin so dark and sweet it forever marked me. I don’t know if it was love with Caleb or just lust. I don’t know if what I did with his father was power or self-destruction. All I know is this: in the dusty silence of a West Texas summer, I grew up. I learned about pleasure, about secrets, about the wild, untamed things that hide behind neat facades. And no one, before or since, has ever made me feel so alive, so seen, or so completely ruined as “the preacher and his son”.

I stepped under the spray. I grabbed the soap and scrubbed. I scrubbed my neck where his lips had been, my breasts where his teeth had marked me, my wrists where his tie had chafed. I wanted to wash off his touch. I wanted to peel back my skin until there was nothing left of his touch. ​Finally, I collapsed into the bathtub, filling it until the water threatened to overflow. I sat there in the steam, my head between my knees, feeling the silence. --- ​The Sanctum of a Sinner:

So trust me when I say that Sin's taking out a man like Fabian did the world all a favour. " Really?" I scoffed: "Like Sin isn’t any different from him. After all, he happens to be their boss, which makes him the biggest scumbag in the world.” The fury in my eyes is visible. I was pissed. pissed at the world, pissed at what had happened, pissed for having let sin win. I was pissed at myself for still wanting his touch. Maybe you are right, or maybe not. But you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Sin might look cold, intimidating, and emotionless, but trust me when I say he has a heart, one you are yet to unlock."

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.”

The act felt so dirty, so wrong and yet I licked my fingers clean, savoring the forbidden flavor. I finally dragged myself to my bed, collapsing onto the sheets with a contented, guilty sigh. I was sore, used, full of sin and I was already counting the hours until I could sin with him again.

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….”