The Sinner Book Review Novels & Stories

The thought of It started getting me wet. The class was chatting about the main character. One girl raised her hand and asked why the guy in the story kept making bad choices. Mr. Hayes smiled and said, “Good question. It’s about temptation. Once you get a taste, it’s hard to stop.” I couldn’t stop staring at him. With his tight shirt and slicked back hair. Then I sighted the typewriter keychain hanging from his backpack strap on the chair behind him. My thighs squeezed together. Fuck I was getting wet again just sitting there.

His thumb teased the sensitive head of my cock, smearing precum everywhere. “Such a dirty little secret,” he breathed, biting down on my shoulder to muffle his own groan. “Hiding under the bed after being stretched open while your sister was right here… and now you’re fucking yourself on me again like a desperate slut.” The risk of fucking my sister's boyfriend while she was I the next room, the wrongness of it and the way his cock stretched and filled me so perfectly, Christ! I didn't want it to end. But not long after I was already cumming, spilling over his fist and across his abs with a muffled cry.

But his grin never faltered. “This isn’t over,” I said coldly. “You think you have won, Elijah, but all you have done is give me a real reason to ruin you.” His eyes sparkled with challenge. “I can’t wait.” I turned away and began to pull off the clothes I had put in minutes ago. My mind was clear now even though the rage inside me hadn’t cooled—it had only settled into something vengeful. Last night, I had given in to that stupid drug and to the hunger surrounding me.

Tasting the filth, the fire, the fever he wrote into every page of my skin. The next morning, a box sat on the kitchen counter. Hardcover, freshly printed. My was name on the cover—and his. ‘Yours, Uncensored.’ “Is this—?” I asked, fingers trembling over the title. “Our story,” he said behind me, pulling my robe down to bare my shoulder. “Every filthy, furious, unforgettable chapter.” “You’re insane,” I breathed. “And you love it.” He kissed the top of my spine. The back cover quote? I read it aloud.

It was a face that held the promise of a future yet to be unraveled. Magnus was gone for the day with the elders, and Orla was at the community building, so I had the house to myself. We were not allowed books of fiction in our communal library. I scanned the leather spines and pulled one off the shelf, The Picture of Dorian Gray by an author Oscar Wilde. I settled into my Father's oversized leather chair and opened the book on his desk. As I delve into the pages, I find myself captivated by a foreign world. The characters' complexities and struggles resonate deeply, reflecting parts of my inner thoughts and emotions.

I know you heard me. 'Yes, I heard it.' I said to him. 'I am now reading the book I got from the restricted section of the library. There is something about this book, titled The 12 Sinners: The Demon's Souls. I think there is something here we can use to defeat them. Who knows, I will start here. Just enjoy them first, dude.' I heard Hunter's voice in my head. He is talking to me. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me.

Another chuckle erupted from the void, slower and more mocking than the first one, followed by the sound of a heavy leather chair creaking as the man shifted his weight in the darkness. The atmosphere shifted instantly, the danger radiating off him becoming so palpable that my wolf instinctively wanted to cower and submit to the sheer dominance of his presence. I kept my chin lifted even as my pulse thrummed wildly in my throat, waiting for the judgment of the man who could either grant me my revenge or end my life before I ever had a chance to start it. “Well, well, who would have thought that the perfect little heiress of Emberfang would find her way into a hole like this,” he said, the vo

“He doesn’t even remember what happened back then. Does that bother you?” “I…I guess it does. A bit.” “Why?” I scoffed. “Are you trying to turn this into a therapy session?” My tone was light, desperately wanting to change the topic. But there was no bullshitting Dante. “It bothers you my dear friend because you know deep down that your revenge means nothing if the poor boy does not even know the sins he’s atoning for. And when you really look at it, Beneditti is the one you should be punishing.” “I am punishing him,” I gritted out.

The words spilled out of me, drunk on sensation and the whiskey still burning in my blood. Every pull of his lips sent sparks racing through me. Every curl of his fingers made my walls clench greedily around him. “Good girl.” He muttered between clenched teeth, watching me with that twisted, hungry expression. “I want to hear more of those dirty little screams.” He added a third finger, stretching me wide, and I screamed—raw, desperate, the sound tearing out of my throat. He kept the pace torturously slow. Sucking one breast, then the other, while his fingers pumped in and out, scissoring open my cunt like he was preparing it for something bigger. I could feel the orgasm coiling tight and me

I gasped, feeling the cool air seep into my skin. Nate slowly pulled away, his eyes slowly piercing into my bare skin. And for the first time in my life, I felt super aware of my surrounding, of my skin. It was hard to say but I felt insecure, unattractive. I quickly took my hands off his neck and reached to cover my skin. His hand stopped me mid-air. ‘’Don’t do that, you’re fucking gorgeous.’’ My heart fluttered and I bit into my bottom lips. ‘’Don’t do that too. Do you know how freaking sexy you look when you do that? I’ve noticed you do that a lot.’’