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“We never touched. But I dreamed about him every night. Imagined him fucking me in the chapel… on his knees for me too. When he transferred away, I couldn’t pray anymore. I touched myself thinking of him while wearing the collar. That’s why I left. I was already damned.” Seong growled possessively. He rose up, lined up again, and sank back in with one smooth thrust, cum squelching obscenely. “That’s my good little sinner,” he praised, voice rougher now. “You’re mine now. No other man gets to live in that filthy head.”

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.

Their eyes met . Godric immediately took up a fighting stance. "The sinner is risen again!" He mumbled softly and folded his hands in a prayer, began to recite words in Latin. The sacred prayer beads on his chain began to glow. A prayer chain appeared around the black-haired man and wanted to lock him up. Since he knew the Latin language as well, he realized what the saint was up to and raised his eyebrows. "Sinner?" Were his puzzled words. "I saved you in my infinite generosity and YOU call me a sinner? How nice! But otherwise I don't know you humans!" He raised his arm and let the fire do the work again. The prayer beads burst one by one and Godric's incantation dissolved. "Annoying worm.

"He is not here, Signora. He is at the hospital—Gia called him, she pretended to be sick again. But she left her phone on the divan. The recorder... it is still running. I can hear them. Shall I... shall I listen?" "No," I said aloud, my voice echoing in the empty workshop. But Maria had already sent the file. It appeared on the screen—a red waveform, three minutes long, labeled simply The Oath. I knew what I would hear. I knew it with a certainty that sank through my skin and settled in the marrow of my bones like frost. If I played it, if I let his voice—hoarse, intimate, the voice he used in the dark—enter my ears again, I would break. Not in a way that could be fired in a kiln and made h

, her hair was messy while fine beats of sweats dropped down her face. "But when you saw me earlier you were the one that lost your mind, you couldn't think straight anymore and the only thought in your mind was to get me inside you, I'm sure that for some moment you forgot your real objective, I guess it's not just for a moment but rather till you reach this room your seductive instinct was what kept your actions going" I slammed into her hard and she screamed, 'Damn, that felt wonderful' I said inwardly whilst tilting my head back to bask in the pleasure more, my dick was throbbing inside her but I didn't mind it at all, my slamming got faster and faster. "Do you know how you look right no

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”

He kept scrolling, breathing getting heavier, chest rising and falling as he read deeper. “Listen to this nasty shit… ‘He grabbed her by the throat, shoved her face down on the desk and rammed his fat cock balls-deep into her dripping cunt, spanking her ass red while she begged him to breed her like the slut she was.’” His voice dropped even lower on the dirty parts, and I saw the front of his jeans thicken, that heavy bulge pushing against the denim. My thighs pressed together tight, my cunt clenching hard because holy shit, hearing him read my own words back to me like that was making me soak right through my panties.

"I think your view of the world is very narrow, Niko. There's no saints. We're all sinners. And as for redemption, I've never said anything about that, now did I?" He smiles, his black eyes shining. "You sure didn't. Tell me little Ms. Sinner: Just how dirty are you?" I eye him silently. I bring my hands to my shirt, unbuttoning the first one. His eyes fix themselves on the display, his smile falling in the slightest. I unbutton The second, slowly, deliberately. My fingers clasp the third, my cleavage poking through the shirt. "I guess you'll never know, huh?" I stand, as he chuckles lightly.

Before I can stop myself, my head turns of their own accord, making the kiss land on my cheek instead of my lips. I take a deep breath, reminding myself that I also let Leonardo, my brother's murderer touch me, and even enjoyed it. Hell, the past two days, I have woken up quite a few times with my panties soaked from dreaming about Leonardo. This morning, I had woken up with my legs spread and my fingers between my legs. I had kicked off my panties some time in the night during my wet dream. Luckily, I always keep my door locked while sleeping. Otherwise, I won't know how to explain to my parents the reason my gown is pulled to my waist, with panties gone as I touch myself. Sometimes, while

“Or the nearest I could get to you.” “Do you hear that? My brother filled his life with whores and women who looked like you. You were his obsession, Keeley. Oh, the things I could show you. Pictures of what he made those women do. What he imagined doing to you.” He cackled. “He dressed them up as you, made them answer to your name. He fucked them. Used them. But the one person he wanted to do that to was you. His saintly Keeley. So far above us sinners that….” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Do you want her to remain the saint you put on the pedestal, Gio?” “Yes.” I didn’t even hesitate.