Stepping Into Sin Novels & Stories

I half yelled and walked out of the room while he followed suit. “ This pain I'm feeling is screaming at him, I need to be sure he's okay before I can breathe well.” I stammered as the pain got worse and my footsteps got heavier. I've never gone to his room before on my own but it was different today as I located the room with ease, pushed the door open only to see maids instead. They were cleaning the room and keeping the places tidy “Where is he?” I shakily asked as I barged in and Draven stopped by the entrance of the door leaning by the door frame.

Cain is trouble. But the most frightening? Cain makes her body sing. He makes her body ache. ------------------------------ Ursula When I see my step-uncle Cain for the first time, my knees go weak. I know it's him, because he's the only person at the anniversary party I don't recognize. My stepfather hates Cain, his brother, and probably only invited him to show off the new house. It's obvious now why my mother's husband of one year can't stand his sibling Cain is everything he isn't.

My knees hit the cold marble before I even realized I was falling. The inner sanctum smelled of heavy incense, melting wax, and something older — like old blood and desire baked into the stone over centuries. My thin white initiation robe lay in a crumpled heap a few feet away. I was completely naked under the flickering torchlight, nipples tight in the chill air, thighs already slick with shameful wetness. I was supposed to be proving my devotion to the goddess. Instead, I felt like prey on the altar.

I couldn't stand to watch another second of this. I picked up my heavy bag and flung it off my shoulders. I turned around and aggressively pushed through the heavy glass doors of the cafe. I just kept walking as fast as my kitten heels could take me. I didn't even know where the hell I was going. I just felt so completely overwhelmed. 'What is wrong with me?' I thought, tears pricking my eyes. 'I cannot be in love with my stepbrother while fucking his dad. That is just sick!' "Kitty," I heard Hudson's voice calling out from behind me. "Kitty! Kitty, wait up!"

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!

My fingers tightened. My palms were damp, and the leather beneath them felt slick as I tried to steady my breathing. It wasn’t working. It felt like my body hadn’t caught up with the fact that I was no longer underground, no longer standing in front of something that could have ended me with a single word. The Beast. The thought alone made my chest tighten again. I had actually gone there. Not just thought about it. Not just considered it out of anger or desperation. I had walked into his territory, sat in that room, and spoken to him like I had the right to be there.

It was a sensory palace built of silk and skin, designed to keep me from ever looking at the door. ​But as I reached the peak—as the climax began to roar through my veins like a freight train out of control—the darkness in my mind finally fractured. ​The white-hot explosion of the finish should have been the end. But in the white-hot center of that fire, the "Good Sin" turned to bitter ash in my mouth. I saw the flash again. Not the gold silk of the villa, but the vanilla-scented steam of a small, cramped shower. I felt the weight of a woman who didn't need a brother to watch her, a woman who didn't want a "three-fold bond," but a soul-deep, exclusive connection that made this three-way danc

Even though he has already ruined me. When I am finally dressed, I stand up on shaky legs. My core aches with every movement. A painful, constant reminder of my sin. I follow behind him like an obedient slave, keeping my head down, my eyes fixed on the floor. I cannot look at him. I cannot look at myself. I feel dirty. Used. Broken. We walk down the long hallway. Every step feels heavier than the last. My heart pounds harder and harder. When we finally step into the open area, my heart drops straight to my stomach and stays there.

"Like, dangerously hot. And the way he was looking at you? Pearl, if I were you, I would have melted right into the floor. That man is a walking sin!" I look at the empty podium, the scent of woodsmoke still lingering in the air, and I realize I am still shaking. Bridget is right. He is a sin. And I’ve already committed it with him in my head a thousand times

The door opened and there he was. He didn’t hesitate, he stepped in and closed the door behind him. “Mac…” I started. But he cut me off. “Hey, B.” I sat up straighter, watching him carefully. “Hey,” I said softly. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing once before stopping in front of me. “This… whatever this is,” he started. “It’s very dangerous... Do you know what you are getting yourself into?” I tilted my head slightly. “Is it?”