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His large, heavy palm quickly held and squeezed her with intense passion. "Ahh... Sir... A-Alexander..." A soft, uncontrollable groan escaped Sarah’s lips. She squeezed her eyes shut while trapped in his arms. Despite her anger and her past wounds, she couldn't deny the intense sensation, the agonizingly sweet, maddening warmth slowly spreading throughout her entire being. Sarah’s breathing was heavy and fast. His lips continued to kiss and drop onto her chest and neck while his palm claimed her body. It felt as if the rest of the world had vanished around them.

Someone pushed two fingers into my mouth, scooping cum onto my tongue and making me swallow while another rubbed the rest into my skin like lotion. “Good girl,” Ace praised, voice rough with satisfaction. “Look at you. Covered in three men’s loads while your husband watches. Such a filthy, beautiful bride.” They finally removed the blindfold. I blinked up at them, mascara running, lips swollen, body marked and glistening with their cum. My wrists were untied gently. I should have felt ashamed. Instead, a dark, addictive heat settled in my chest. Damian stood there, cock hard and untouched, eyes wild with a mix of jealousy and desperate lust.

Elara was really finding joy in her sinful friendship with Meela, which she saw as a bright spot in her dark life even though the secrets with the Lennox men were still there. Her mom called her one day advising her about her indecent dressing which she said had gotten worse and also about how same sex making love is a sin in Gods eyes. Talking about sins, Elara was far gone in them and she was sure that God no longer cared about her bullshit. He must be tired of hearing the name Elara Voss. **Mom:** Baby, how are you? **Elara:** I am fine mommy. Just stressed a lot these days from shoots. How are you?

Tsk, I knew it—it was all their plan! Closing my eyes tightly, my face remained on her chest, and my nose sniffed her scent. I wanted to think straight, but there was something dark lurking inside my head, and it was silently commanding me to commit a mortal sin. I felt like I would go crazy if I would not follow it.

Not only him, every single man and a woman, to Selena's surprise, is familiar to her as if someone is feeding the information into her brain cells. ‘Alpha Marcus, Graphite Pack Alpha Capsion, Blue Moon Pack Alpha Rowana, Riddle Moon Pack Alpha Damon, Black Wolf Pack...’ “Why is your pack called black wolf? Are all your wolves black?” Selena tilted her head to the side as she asked Damon in curiosity. He chuckled in return. “Yes, my dear Que...hmm...Selena” Selena smiled, appreciating his consideration. She turned to Zaden and he leaned down a bit, bringing his ears closer to her

I racked my brain, trying to recall if Zed had confessed to me about incidents like these, but sadly, I couldn’t remember any. “Yen, do you still remember when I told you about being frigid? Try to think about why both of you suffer this way. And I still remember you saying that both of you were viewing sex as something sinful. If you were in a seven-year relationship, I couldn’t imagine how many times your emotion almost carried you away, but I am sure you both suppressed the urge. And although this is not my specialty, I can only conclude that this resulted in your difficulty in getting aroused while it caused him this PES.”

The salty, sticky taste of my pussy juice explodes on my tongue, but instead of feeling disgusted, I swallow it all and lick my sore lips, desperate for more. Silvan’s lips move over my cheeks, my jaw, my throat… like a starved man who can barely get enough. “Do you have any idea what you taste like?” He murmurs against my skin, “intoxicating. Sweet and dark, like the cruelest of sins. I could feast on you for centuries and never be full.” The glimmer of appreciation in Silvan’s eyes feels so good, I want to bask in it forever. His words are a direct hit to my heart, and a balm against every insecurity I have ever had.

Book 2: Unraveled, 7 Deadly Sins: Gluttony Montana I hate Las Vegas, and I hate girls’ trips. How stupid must I be? “Let’s fly to Vegas for two days. It’ll be fun! Just us girls shopping, eating, gambling, and dancing.” I spoke those words. How innocent I thought their meaning to be. Our other girls’ trips were fun. We let loose, we partied, and we returned to Iowa prepared to resume our daily lives.

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.

His eyes darkened as he leaned closer, closing the small space between us. Then his mouth claimed mine. His lips were rough and hungry, his tongue moving with a slow, commanding rhythm that left no room for escape. The taste of him was dark, like smoke and sin laced with something forbidden, sparking a shiver that crawled down my spine while my body went rigid beneath his touch.