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If Blake shields her, he dies before dawn. So the numbers leave one outcome. Which is…. Me. I watched from the rooftop opposite her building, the cigarette smoke below curling up from my brother’s restless hand. He doesn’t light it and he never does anymore but he likes the ritual. It reminds him of control because he thinks control is pressure applied at the right moment. I think control is just subtraction. Take away, take away, until what remains has no choice but to reveal itself. That’s why I gave her the third key. Not because I trusted her. Not because I wanted her safe. But because subtraction required it.

The two women toasted again, their glasses clinking in a sinister celebration of their twisted plans. Praise for the Mayhem The air in Sharon's plush office was thick with evil intent. Sharon lounged in her chair, with an insolent smile playing in her mouth as she rotated the red wine in the glass between her fingers. Eva perched on the edge of the desk facing her; her legs were crossed, while her sinister grin was similarly chiseled across her features. Our little problem, Olivia, is finally out of the way," Sharon said with so much malice in her tone.

He didn’t want to believe she didn’t love him anymore. Not when he could still feel the same fire in her kiss. Not when this moment felt so much like love. Love, just like before. He kissed her back... fiercely... and laid her down on the bed. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt the mattress beneath her. She tried, with all her strength, to ignore the truth. That this was a sin. That she was about to sleep with a married man. That after this, she’d never be able to face herself again.

he snapped and walked away. (REALITY) The cigarette burned out, leaving the room thick with stale smoke. He realized that he had emptied the pack. He focused his gaze on the window, as reality pulled him back. Sin had always had his back and forged a bond despite his cold nature. He only agreed to be Sin's friend because of Sin's unrelenting persistence. He had never considered Sin to be a part of his life. Maybe he found him too steadfast and loyal. The silent creaking of the door opened and, without bothering to check who it was, he knew it was Snow. The rose scent that emitted from her body filled his nostrils. Snow coughed as the room reeked of stale tobacco.

Hello, If you're still reading Sin That Binds. It was decided that I'd make it a two-part series of short horror mm erotica. So here is BOOK TWO. I hope you enjoyed Book One, Matthew and Khatri's story, and their plot twist. Title: Sanctum

Authors note - Okay, before you jump in — let’s set the vibe. This isn’t pitch-black, lock-your-doors-and-sleep-with-the-lights-on dark. It’s more morally gray with a soft smirk. The kind of story where the love interest might make questionable choices… but he also remembers your coffee order or tea in Daisy's choice of drink. It's the kind of book where the lines blur a little, the tension runs high, and the chemistry is just dangerous enough to keep things interesting.

Flames, bright and ravenous, climbing the mountainside above us. The entire ridge is burning. Smoke rolls down in thick clouds, suffocating the battlefield. The fire is spreading fast, swallowing the pines in an instant, leaping from branch to branch, a roaring force of destruction. "Did those bastards light the mountainside on fire to trap us?" The sharp scent of sulfur and burning earth fills my nostrils, mixing with the copper tang of blood. Around me, chaos reigns—the stampede crashes through, wolves and prey tangled together in a frenzy of survival.

Would always be nothing. Over and over, he pounded against the lid. Over and over, that song of fire and darkness flared through him, out of him into the world. You do not yield. Echoed Something hissed and crackled nearby, and smoke poured through the lid. But He kept striking. Kept striking until the smoke choked him, until its sweet scent dragged Isak under and away.

I doubt Knox would let someone live for long in this dungeon. "Help help. There is a fire. Help us".We began to bang the rods of the cell. The guards came rushing inside. Thick smoke cover the place. My eyes and lungs were burning from all the smoke. My eyes watered and my throat felt dry from all the coughing.