The Last Sin Eater Book Novels & Stories

It is like Sin senses this, so he holds onto my hand, intertwining our fingers. Now, all of the seven deadly sins have gathered around us; Pride in his suit and blonde hair, Envy in her dark skin, Sloth in her shiny but lazy aura, Wrath in his angriest form, Greed standing quiet as usual, Gluttony standing in a conrer beside Greed with something in his mouth. And the last one, Luca, I am guessing he should be Lust. That explains a lot about his sexual gratifications. “We are leaving. Pave the way.” Sin glares at Envy.

“It’s all over now, Scarlet. Don’t worry. I am here with you.” “You know my name?” I rub my eyes and glance at him, confused. “You told me last night at the party.” Ah, my bad. Did I tell him my name without getting his name in return? What a poor deal! Anyway, he wouldn’t be the first or the last to be in my bed, I remind myself. “I don’t remember that. Or your name,” I said straightforwardly, adjusting my hair. “I’m Sin.” “Okay, Sin. Is it time for you to leave?” I tousled my hair arrogantly. “What are you planning to achieve by getting a free lunch at my place?”

“Of me. Of being used on this altar while the Order watches. Don’t lie. I chose you because the goddess showed you to me long before you ever crossed our threshold.” My stomach twisted. “How—” “Because you’re not the first innocent we’ve brought here,” he cut in, almost gentle. “And you won’t be the last. But you… you carry something the others didn’t. A hunger you pretend isn’t there.” Behind him, Elias stepped forward, shedding his outer robe. His body was lean and hard, cock already thickening as he stared at my exposed body. “She’s dripping already, High Priest. Look at her thighs.”

11- MY PRETTY, TERRIFIED, LITTLE SLUT 1. Alaric DeLuca. The heavy click of my master suite door shut out the quiet corridors of the estate, but it did nothing to quiet the chaos roaring in my blood. I leaned my back against the dark mahogany, my chest heaving as I finally let the aristocratic mask slip.

She gives me a flirty wink, the dirty old bat. Thank God there is someone else here who I know. Theo, a close friend of ours and London celebrity chef, elbows me in my tuxedo-clad ribs. I didn't know you were coming, I say. Turning to my friend, we both grab some red wine as the waiter passes by. Lila booked me, said it would be a good thing for my profile or some shit. Is she here tonight? I look around. Over all the years I've known Theo, he has never introduced me to his assistant.

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Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them. I knew my parents were alive and well. I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now. I got to work immediately. Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown. "Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files. I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content. The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

"His heirs... my body rounding with the proof of his claim, babies from the man who was supposed to end me. The ultimate revenge—turning his enemy's daughter into a willing broodmare, addicted and leaking his seed.' Even in the shock, I still felt hot, filthy visions flooding my mind. My breasts heavy with milk for his children, my pussy clenching around him as he pumps more life into me, the depravity of carrying the mafia king's spawn while he ruins my father. Cum—his and mine—dripped from my chin as I pulled off with a gasp, his cock popping free slick and shining, strings of saliva connecting us. The haze cracked wide open, fear and fury warring with the lust that glued me to my knees. '

Otherwise I would be on the street by the end of the week. At this moment, I was currently facing a man who looked like he had stepped out of a dark fantasy book... tall with sharp features, midnight-black hair, and eyes the color of storm clouds. Raphael Sinclair. A man as beautiful as a blade : elegant, cold, lethal. “You’re late on your bills, Miss Evergreen,” he said without preamble. His voice was one that sent shivers down my spine He tapped a thick folder on his desk..my file, I realized with horror. He’d had me investigated.

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.