Smoke And Sin Book Novelas e Histórias

As for Rae, she searches the bookcase to see if there's anything suspicious. She pulls out the books one by one, searching the content of each book. However, there is one thing that attracts the detective's attention. Next to the bookcase is a small table, covered with brown fabric. The fabric has less dust and has more wrinkles on it as if it had only been used a few times. Rae pulls off the cover to reveal an intimidating hairless mannequin head.

I said with a poker face. “Seven years? And you did not do it? My goodness, Yen, is he really a man?” I looked away for a while. I couldn’t hold the gaze that made my heart jump out of my ribs. “We both grew up believing that sex should only be for couples within the bond of marriage. And doing it is a sin as what the Bible says.” “We are already in the new era where the millennials are doing it.” “I know, but it doesn’t exempt them from calling it a sin. If only young people follow that rule, there shouldn’t have been unnecessary miseries for having unwanted children and all the emotional struggles that come with it.”

He filled me in a way that pressed against the front of my walls. He fucked me with long strokes, leaning down to capture my mouth in a kiss. I tasted myself, tasted Hans and Mitch, tasted sin. The angle was so perfect. It hit deep and I was so sensitive from my orgasm that every inch made me gasp. He was hitting directly at my core. “Now scream my name,” he ordered, pounding into me ruthless and fast. I did. “Devon! Devon!” The words tumbled out, raw and desperate. Mitch and Hans watched, stroking themselves as they waited.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

“Since right fucking now. Hand one over.” She dug in her purse, pulled out a crumpled soft pack, tossed it into my lap along with a cheap lighter. “Your funeral.” I shook one out, lit it with shaking fingers, took a deep drag—and immediately regretted everything. The smoke hit my lungs like battery acid. I doubled over the wheel, coughing so hard my eyes watered, chest seizing. The cigarette dropped into my lap; I swatted it away, hacking until I could breathe again. “What the hell am I smoking?” I rasped, voice wrecked.

I could feel myself getting slick between my thighs just from the sheer weight of him looking at me. Slowly, deliberately, the corner of his mouth tugged upward into a dark, knowing smirk. Oh fuck… he knows. Without saying a single word, Kai turned on his heel, unlocked his sliding glass door, and disappeared into the shadows of his dark apartment. I let out a long, ragged breath, my entire body trembling. My skin was buzzing with a chaotic mix of intense arousal and sharp, stinging embarrassment. My fingers shook as I slammed my heavy textbook shut, the loud thud echoing in the quiet night.

His hand reached around to stroke me again, edging me mercilessly while buried to the hilt. “Harder,” I begged, forgetting the prayer entirely. He slapped my ass. “Pray or I pull out.” I forced the words out, voice already hoarse. The contrast was destroying me; sacred words spilling from my lips while his cock claimed my hole and his hand denying my orgasm. I was shaking, crying, completely addicted to the torment. Finally, after another round of edging that left me broken, he gripped my hips hard. “Now, Noah. Come while you thank God for this sin.”

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

He wasn’t trying to please me; he was claiming me, punishing me, and losing himself in the sin. And God help me, I loved it. The mere force of it, the taboo, the danger, the size of him filling me so completely—it ignited a fire in me I didn’t know existed. I met his thrusts, pushing back, encouraging him with filthy whispers. “That’s it… fuck me… just like you fuck her…”

Nick's POV The room smelled of smoke, burnt coffee, and tension so thick it felt almost tangible. I stood at the edge of the long mahogany table, arms crossed, jaw tight. Damien Cross smiled too easily from across the room, like a predator who knew he’d already won. My men shifted uneasily, glancing at me and then at Rafe. Their eyes held questions, doubts, and the sort of fear that comes from standing in the middle of something far bigger than themselves.