Spongebob Squarepants 7 Sins Novels & Stories

He reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast. Sophia’s arms gave out. She dropped to her elbows, ass still up, face pressed to the pillow, muffling her screams. He pounded harder, the energy drink burning through him like fire. She started to shake violently. Then she squirted sudden hard, clear liquid gushing out around his cock, soaking the sheets, dripping down her thighs, splashing onto his stomach and legs. The wetness made everything slicker, louder. Sophia screamed into the pillow, her body convulsing, walls clamping down on him.

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

His voice switched to a feral tone that made me scared. “I'll burn your fucking skull to ashes if you don't do as I say…now!!” He thundered and there was silence for a while and when I thought he was going to succumb and apologise, I heard a loud cracking punch that felt swerved, it continued and worry overwhelmed me, I needed to see, was he hitting Draven? I heard the Boss's yells as punches continued and a spark of flame swallowed the corner of the basement and I screamed in horror.

It felt like gravity had chosen him as its center, and I was already caught. God, how could anyone look like that? As if he’d been sculpted on a day the universe was feeling indulgent. He lifted a hand and slid his sunglasses off. I sucked in a breath. His eyes were dark and slow-burning, the kind that didn’t rush but promised. The kind that could dismantle a woman’s defenses without ever touching her. And then, worse, they settled on me. My heart stuttered, a sharp, almost painful skip against my ribs. “Who the fuck is he?” I murmured, leaning toward Lilith before they reached us.

I said softly, my voice already breathy. “How long has it been since your last confession, my child?” Father Damien asked. His voice sounded slightly strained today. “Seven days.” “Tell me your sins.” I leaned closer to the screen. “I have had very impure thoughts, Father. Every single night. I touch myself thinking about a man I should not want.” He stayed quiet for a moment. I could hear his breathing change. “What kind of thoughts?” he asked, his voice lower. “I imagine him touching me. Kissing me. Fucking me.” I used the word deliberately. “I imagine him bending me over the altar and taking my virginity right here in God’s house.”

Damian? I knew that face. It was impossible to forget what he looked like. The perfectly sculpted jawline, the sharp cheekbones, the arrogant slant of his brows. His hazel eyes stared down at me—cold, unreadable, calculating. He studied me with those eyes, eyes that make me want to squirm and hide behind a wall where they could not burn through me, but my feet had grown roots in seconds making it hard for me to move. His tousled dark hair fell over his forehead like it always did in school, just messy enough to look deliberate. He hadn’t changed. Just grown more dangerous.

“Oh. My. God” “Shit!” he says at the same time, why? is it some kind of penance I have to pay? Why does the universe insist on taking it out on me? Why can't things be perfect? Life is cruel and it hates me. “Ahemm” I hear someone clearing his throat “Good afternoon Miss Swan, it's a delight to see you again, the world is a very small place. I am Vitto Parisi, your new business partner,” says the older man kindly.

Then Liam set his beer down and clapped his big hands once. “Alright, enough fucking around. Time for The Temptation Trials. Spinner in the middle, three decks—Icebreaker, Touch & Tease, No Limits. Starts light, gets nasty. You in, Ethan?” I nodded, my throat dry. “Yeah.” We sat in a loose circle, me right on Liam’s left like he’d made sure of it. The first few spins were Round 1, Icebreaker stuff, light but already pushing. Spinner landed on Ryan first. He drew and read out loud, grinning.

I scrambled to find a clock, my eyes landing on a sleek digital face resting on the bedside table. 7:26 AM. My breath hitched. The last time I had checked the time—right when I first walked into this room before collapsing—it had been 1:50 AM. I had been asleep for nearly seven hours. As I sat up, a sudden, foul stench hit my nostrils. I looked down at myself and almost threw up. The scent of stale sweat, dried alcohol from the club, and the heavy, unmistakable smell of the stranger’s semen still caked on my skin and clothes was completely overwhelming.

Sophie appeared again, settling herself directly across from me as if she was determined to block the air I needed to breathe. “I suggest you stay far away from Darius when he returns,” she said. “At least until we figure out how to clean up the mess you made.” “You are making a case out of nothing,” I replied, already exhausted. “You feel no remorse?” “Sophie, let me breathe. Darius knows it is nothing.” I grabbed a glass of water and swallowed it greedily, hoping it would drown the frustration sitting at the base of my throat. She leaned forward. “Keep your head up, Zima. Has anyone ever told you how their first mate died?”