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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.

I nodded, sniffing and moving closer to him. “Your actions speaks otherwise Princess, this is the closest we've ever being. You flee from me because of my nature and it's fucked up because I don't know how to fit to your standards. There's a darker side of me you're yet to see and It jabs my conscience because I don't think I'll let you go even if you see me as an incarnate of hell.” He was talking to much and I needed to stop it, he was scary as fuck but it did nothing to make me feel less protected around him or make my pussy throb less.

tears flew down from his eyes. “That's how I became your sinner,” he spoke out, freezing her. “That's how you become the veil of this sinner, Eizlin….”

I slowly pulled the gun from my waistband, the cold steel gleaming in the dim light. “I am the devil incarnate. If you think you can double-cross me by violating our contract and walk away unscathed, you’re dead wrong. I’ll make your life a living nightmare. I’ll drown you in acid, reveling in the sight of your skin dissolving while you beg me for mercy. Anyone who dares to cross me pays in blood, and you should damn well know that by now.” He met my gaze though I could see right through him, the fear that had taken root in his eyes. “Then you better be prepared to fight. You’re not the only one who knows how to play hardball. I’ve got resources and allies you wouldn’t believe”

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.

This story contains explicit content please read if you are above 18. ************************************************** Ava All Men suck. If not that i like dick so much, I would give up on them. Who the hell knocks up their fiancée’s best friend? Who the hell fucks their own best friend’s fiancée? Where’s the damn girl code?

Inside: a single sheet of paper, his handwriting, the jagged, urgent script that had once written me love poems in the margins of Dante. I have seen the exhibit. I have tasted the gold. I understand now that I killed them both—the boy and yours—through my own arithmetic. I am trying to correct the equation. Give me the third vessel. The empty one. Let me fill it with my ashes. Let me be the final exhibit.

His entire body shook as he came, shooting a massive, boiling hot load of cum deep inside me, filling my tight pussy to the very brim. He collapsed on top of me, his heavy chest heaving as he held me tight against the mattress. We stayed like that for a long time, the quiet returning to the room. The sin was turning into something much bigger, and as I felt his warm cum leaking out of me, I knew I was never going back to my old life again.

--- THE FIRST DREAM — BLOOD AND PROMISES I’m kneeling. Not weak — never weak — but controlled. Intentional. There’s blood on the floor, streaked in dark arcs like spilled ink. Someone groans behind me. Someone else is praying. I don’t turn. I already know who matters. He stands in front of me. Nicholas. Younger. Sharper. Colder in a way that feels cleaner, less fractured. His suit is immaculate, but his eyes are ruined — dark and burning, locked onto me like I’m the axis the world spins on.