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"Son, be serious and confess your sin." After laughing for a moment, I stopped and stepped out of the confession booth. "Confess my sins? What sin could I possibly confess?" The priest followed me, his footsteps approaching me from behind. "Imagine this scene," I continued. "The devil confessing his sins…that would really be a ridiculous joke." The priest's eyebrows furrowed instantly as he stared at me with a confused expression. "Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do."

I stepped into the old stone church just as the sun was setting. The air was cool and smelled of incense and polished wood. At twenty four years old I had always been a sinful girl. I loved sex too much. I loved the thrill of being bad. Tonight I was here for confession, but not the kind that would save my soul. I wanted to be corrupted.

“Please.” I leaned forward, my teeth sinking into the flesh between his neck and his shoulder as I came, my body milking Sin’s cock. The room went eerily silent as I felt the bond with Sin sink into place. I could feel the bond with him just as surely as I could feel the bond with Marcus and Louis.

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

Alex was in danger, and she would do anything to save him. She scoffed at herself as the car raced forward. The last thing she wanted was to see Lucifer again. But as much as she hated him, she needed him. And that reality was unbearable. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, she pulled up in front of Bloody Sinners. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her palms were sweaty. She couldn’t believe she was here, of all places. Taking a deep breath, April stepped out of the car, steeling herself for what was about to happen. The familiar scent of the place hit her like a wave. She hadn’t set foot here in years, but everything came rushing back—memories she wished she could forget.

Being naked in front of strangers is commonplace in that industry. My hand begins to move furiously through her slickness, building her up higher and higher. Finding that spot I know is going to drive her crazy, I hit it over and over again until she's squirming against the olive tree. Her eyes are wide, and her cheeks are flushed. Oh god, yes. She moans loudly into the grove as I push her over the edge. Did you hear that? One of the voices walking past asks. What's that? Silence falls while my fingers continue pushing into her further.

I'd never felt such sparks before. "babe," he breathed, fingers already working the buttons of my shirt, tearing it open when they didn't move fast enough. His palms landed against my bare breast and I groaned before I could stop myself from losing control and every shred of common sense. For a split second, common sense won and I thought about how my mother would literally burn me alive if she ever found out I'd f**ked my step brother. God! What kind of person am I? I mean, there're stages to being an asshole but this? This was rock bottom.

Out of sheer curiosity of its soothing effect, I entered the building and sat at last pew. I don’t deserve to be here I thought to myself, not when I was fingerfucked by my stepbrother in church. What sin can be more deadlier but I felt a force pin me to the spot until the sermon was over. I walked down the aisle, pulled to a sensation that brought peace to my soul as I declared.

James stepped closer, blocking her path, his sinful grin widening as he stroked his cock once more right in front of her, the wet sound filling the room. "He who sees my cock must feel the weight and heaviness on her pussy," he growled. His free hand grabbed her wrist firmly, pulling her closer until she could feel the heat radiating from his throbbing member. Then Lila realized she had stepped into dangerous territory… her innocent world shattering as his other hand slid up her thigh, brushing the edge of her skirt, making her gasp at the first touch that promised so much sinful pleasure she wasn't ready for, but her body craved anyway.

“The ring was found in a dead man’s fist. Your ring. Crusted with his blood. That bothers me. The way you lean into every touch, every word, as if you know exactly what it does to me, that bothers me more.” Riven’s lips curved in that sharp, defiant half-smile. He did not pull his leg away. Instead, he let the pressure linger, the heat of muscle against muscle building slowly. “Good. At least you admit it now. You feel it too. The fire. The pull. Even with suspicion choking the air between us, you cannot stop watching me. Cannot stop wanting to reach out and test how far this goes.”