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Stacy couldn't take anymore and she laid hard on the bed right beside Emerald. Kevin laughed hard, “tapping out already?” The laughter faded into a comfortable quiet. Kevin lit his own cigarette and closed his eyes. Emerald and Stacy's eyes met, Emerald took a slow drag, then turned to Stacy and exhaled softly inside her mouth. Stacy coughed, eyes watering but she didn't pull away. Emerald stubbed the cigarette out and rose to the bed, signaling Stacy, she mirrored her, heart hammering. Their kids started gently. Lips brushing and tasting. Then Emerald deepened it, tongue sliding in, tasting smoke and desire. Stacy moaned quietly.

Smoke curled around him, a shadow against the skyline. “You shouldn’t smoke,” she teased, leaning against the doorframe. Jon didn’t look back. “I shouldn’t do a lot of things.” She crossed the balcony, stealing the cigarette to take a drag herself. He watched her then, eyes flicking with something raw. “You’ll destroy me,” he said finally, voice low. Lilith’s heart clenched. “You think I haven’t already been destroyed?” That silenced him. She pressed closer, sliding the cigarette from his hand, setting it aside. “Maybe we’re both already ruined. So what does it matter if we burn each other?”

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The kind of thing I carried when I knew I’d need to burn something out of my chest later. I twisted the cap off, the sharp scent of whiskey and moonshine, I smuggled in from the docks, hit the back of my throat. It wasn’t meant to be enjoyed. It was meant to kill. “Forgive me, Father,” I muttered, “for I’m about to sin again.” The burn hit instantly, hot and violent. Ripping its way down my throat until my stomach clenched. I welcomed it. That fire, that pain, it was the only thing lately that made me feel like I was still breathing.

And their chant, now boisterous and heartless as it echoed off the glass and steel canyon, was a blade to his heart. "NO SIN IN POWER! NO SIN IN POWER!" The slogans were biblical, but straightforward. They sliced through the convoluted web of his life with Joe—the mentorship, the business relationship, the love, the tragedy—distilling it down to one, virulent word: Sin. He looked out at the throng. And then he saw them. Waved aloft, like flags of battle, were copies of Melissa's book. The cover, a melancholy, soft-focused face of her, was unmistakable. Married to the Protégé. From here, they looked like a cloud of deadly butterflies.

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.