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He held me tighter and buried his face into my neck. “Huhuhu…” When I felt his tears against my skin, I shattered completely. I couldn’t fight anymore. My body gave in. I just let myself cry in his arms. “Nick… am I a sinner? Why is God punishing me?” He shook his head. Firmly. “No, Jes… NO. It’s me… I’m the sinner. I’m the one God is punishing, not you… me.” I shook my head, tears streaming, sobbing harder.

“The one who possesses a strong soul wins. The one who will perish was weak. May the blessing be seen as that and not a hindrance.” Zephyr and Lizzie looked down at Senna when she suddenly recited some familiar words. The kid was just staring into nothing as if she was reading each word she recited. Zephyr crouched down in front of her and held her by the shoulder. That is when Senna got woken up from her reverie and looked at him. “What did you just say, Senna?” Zephyr gently asked her to not scare her in any way. “I don’t know. I suddenly remembered what I read in that big book.” Senna answered him innocently.

Tears were streaming down from his eyes, nonstop. "It should be me who doesn't deserve to live," She turned into a numb body at his words. "It should be me who deserves to die after everything I did to you but I can't…" he paused and took his face closer to her. "Because even after everything, my life is still begging to my fate to live with you . Even after my every sin which I had done to you, this sinner still desires to live with you and to die in your embrace,"

I slid my fingers down, slicking them in my own wetness, and began to slowly caress my cl*t right in front of his eyes. "I'm so fucking hot for you, Father," I groaned, arching my back and shuddering as my thumb circled my cl*t. "And I'm all yours. I'm your little sinner, and this p*ssy is the altar you need to worship today. Come on, Father. Give in to the temptation. Put your holy tongue right here and clean me up." He let out a tortured breath, his knees visibly trembling. He looked trapped between heaven and hell, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t.

“Because I don't think God judges me, nearly as much as you do right now.” I exhaled sharply, willing myself to remain unaffected. “What is your name?” “Sienna.” She purred, her fingers trailing against the wooden pew beside her. “Sienna Rush.” She had the name of a sinner and the body of a Goddess. A dangerous combination. “And what brings you here?” She took another step, closing the space between us as I could see the mischievous gl in her eyes. “Curiosity.” “About faith?” “About you.”

Dire-diretsong sabi ni Finn na mabilis ko namang tinanguan. Maling-mali talaga iyon. Can it be considered a sin? Probably. Kung ano ang gusto mo, dapat sundin mo iyon. Lalong lalo na rito sa pagpapari. Kung hindi mo naman talaga gusto, hindi will ng Panginoon at sadyang napipilitan ka lang dahil iyon ang gusto ng kung sino man, dapat itigil mo na. Dapat lumabas ka na. Bago pa tuluyang mahuli ang lahat.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

She was suddenly aware of how shabby her jeans and simple sweater looked in this opulent space. "It's okay. Call me Damon." He gestured to the leather sofa. Ara sat, clutching her bag like a shield. Damon remained standing, studying her. “I’ve read every book you’ve written,” he stated. “All twenty-three. Your imagination is… exceptional. Filthy. Creative. It's a shame you've landed in this current situation.” Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist.

On the other end of the line, I heard him groan, a long, harsh, guttural sound of release. I lay there, trembling, my chest heaving, listening to the heavy, ragged breathing of the man who owned my soul, the silence of the room heavy with the scent of our shared sin.