Smoke And Sin Book Novelas e Histórias

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"Where have you been? I have been wandering the halls looking for you." "I went to smoke," Lake replied smoothly, his voice entirely detached as he cast a brief, loathing glance at me. I just looked at him, my lips parting slightly in utter shock. Smoke? Indeed. The heavy scent of Richard’s cheap cologne and the musky reality of what they had just been doing was practically radiating off him. Alaric noticed the sharp, panicked look I gave Lake. His eyes darted between the two of us, a sudden, dark tension tightening the corners of his jaw. He looked at his son, his voice dropping into a dangerous, icy register.

I shivered as his fingers slowly crept higher, teasing the edge of my shorts before pushing the fabric aside. Two thick fingers traced my slick, swollen pussy lips, then sank deep inside me without warning. I had to bite down hard on my lower lip to keep from moaning out loud. He curled them expertly, stroking that sensitive spot inside me while his thumb found my clit and rubbed slow, teasing circles. “Such a naughty, dripping little cunt,” he whispered so quietly that only I could hear it, his breath hot against my ear. “Soaking Daddy’s fingers while your mother sits right next to you.”

My feet halted close enough for the smell of his cologne to permeate my nostrils The rich redolence was something woodsy and sharp that turned me on. He was more pretty up close. Even in the dark I could see that his strong jaw was covered in a sexy light stubble. He glanced up but said nothing, just taking a slow leisurely sip of his drink. The movement made my mouth water. He was exactly what I needed on a night such as this, to fuck me carelessly. I leaned against the wall. “Long day?” Silence. I should have been embarrassed. I should have shut the fuck up. But I kept going.

“ I’ll handle it “ I snap. I flick the joint at Joker and he jumps up brushing the lit joint off his jeans with a curse. “ Dick “ he mutters, glaring at me. I smirk and stand to my full height , Joker was tall , but I was taller. “ Yup “ I agree , I pick up the folder off of the desk and have to stop myself rolling my eyes at the crime scene photos. So sloppy , so fucking messy. The kill looked ammature too. “ Keep on this, get Skip to hack whatever he can think of to get more information. Whoever this is , is pissing me off. No one goes against The Sinners like this and gets to walk away “ I snap throwing the folder down. I grab the keys for my sports bike and my helmet and walk past them.

His entire body shook as he came, shooting a massive, boiling hot load of cum deep inside me, filling my tight pussy to the very brim. He collapsed on top of me, his heavy chest heaving as he held me tight against the mattress. We stayed like that for a long time, the quiet returning to the room. The sin was turning into something much bigger, and as I felt his warm cum leaking out of me, I knew I was never going back to my old life again.

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.

Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk. However, that was when I heard the boy in my belly telling me he would stay with me after the divorce—that he would disown his jerk of a father. As such, I was convinced to abort my daughter and keep the boy, only to realize that it was the start of my nightmares. It was only in death that I realized Tina had planned everything. The boy was never my son, but a demon incarnate. Worst of all, I was beguiled into killing my own daughter!

Tasting the filth, the fire, the fever he wrote into every page of my skin. The next morning, a box sat on the kitchen counter. Hardcover, freshly printed. My was name on the cover—and his. ‘Yours, Uncensored.’ “Is this—?” I asked, fingers trembling over the title. “Our story,” he said behind me, pulling my robe down to bare my shoulder. “Every filthy, furious, unforgettable chapter.” “You’re insane,” I breathed. “And you love it.” He kissed the top of my spine. The back cover quote? I read it aloud.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 63: Heat at the Threshold “Hello, handsome,” she purrs, her voice a silky whisper that snakes through the air like smoke from a forbidden fire. The words roll off her tongue slow and smooth, soaked in a sultry undertone that fills the space between them.