Smoke And Sin Book Novels & Stories

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.

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

“You look the same but maybe a little more... uptight.” He didn’t smile and he has never smiled around me…Not like I give a fuck though. I grabbed a bottle of water and leaned back against the fridge. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to stay. I just need a few days.” "You’re always welcome here," he said, but it felt more like a lie than a comfort. I looked at him longer this time. He had that whole powerful older man thing going for him, the type women write smutty books about. Well styled hair, a jaw that could cut glass, and a body that made expensive suits look like sin.

Every stroke made that sloppy, wet sound like he was knuckle-deep in sin. He pulled them out — a string of wetness clinging between my folds and his fingers. Then, he brought them to his mouth. Maintaining eye contact, he sucked them clean, slow and deliberate. "Fuck, you taste like sin," he growled. "Like you were made just for me to ruin." I trembled. My throat completely dried. Before I could answer, he crashed his mouth against mine— tasting me, feeding me my own desire, devouring me. The kiss was filthy, wet, and possessive. My moan vibrated against his tongue.

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

I raised my brows while Grace flinched. “Did it act this way the last time?” Grace asked, shifting her chair back a few inches away from the table. “No.” I shrugged. I tried to open it again, and it slammed shut with more black smoke, but harder this time; the table shuddered. The smoke smelled toxic. Grace had had enough of the book’s sorcery. She jumped on her feet. “You know, you go about your business alright? I’ll go make sure the boys are talking and find out what they are talking about.

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.

She stood there, staring at his retreating figure until he disappeared completely into the room; the soft clicks of the door shutting behind him filled the hallway. She touched her waist, where he had placed his hand while playing with her waist and her cheeks, which he had cupped so tenderly; her neck, where his fingers were longer than necessary; her lips, just an inch from touching his... She now knew she wasn't the only one who felt the forbidden pull. She wasn't the only one who had those thoughts...she wasn't the only one who desired this sin.... And she knew he wasn't gonna hold back like he did today, and she was also ready ...to be ruined.

And as he stalked towards us, I had to pull my thighs together. His strut held both confidence and dominance. “Brother,” Leander called, snapping me from my thoughts as he opened his hands wide for him. I quickly picked my jaw off the floor, forcing a smile as Xander turned to face me. God, his lashes were so dark and beautiful. “And you must be Dahlia, the woman who has got my twin so smitten.” Xander smiled, stretching his hand towards me. I looked down at it, swallowed, before forcing a smile on my own face, taking his hand.