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But when Ace says it, I know it’s a promise he is willing to keep. Ace is the devil in disguise, a walking sin, and I will gladly follow him into the fire.

“I'm not being sassy, it's the truth. Dare touch a hair on my skin and they will come for you and give you hell!” They felt slapped to the faces, four of them, especially the one who called me sassy. They were so good-ugly looking, all thanks to their eyes and before I could say another word, one was on my neck threatening to tear my flesh when they dragged him back instantly with a fierce whoosh. “What?” He yelled at them feeling so pissed. “ Can't you see how confident she is, insulting our ego and powers!” “That's the more reason you should be scared, you arse! No one has ever talked to a hunter or stared at their eyes but this rat fucking stared at my eye balls and sneered instead of dyi

The sound of fabric shifting made my breath hitch. He was touching himself. In the booth. In a church. While watching me rub my soaked pussy like a desperate, wicked girl who came not for forgiveness, but to corrupt the holy. I didn’t stop moving my fingers. I wanted him to see me drip. To see what he did to me without even laying a hand. “Say something,” I whispered, breathless. “Tell me what you see.” A pause. Then that voice low, ruined, trembling. “I see sin.”

“Clean yourself up with your fingers and eat it. Then we’ll continue the interview.” I scooped his cum from my skin with shaking fingers and licked them clean under his watchful, sadistic gaze. Humiliation burned through me, but so did a dark, desperate need. This job… I would do anything to keep it. And Raphael Sinclair knew it. “Pathetic little cumrag,” he said coldly. His gray eyes raked over my naked body. “You think one sloppy fuck and a face full of seed earns you the job? The interview has barely begun. Crawl to me.”

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.

“Rose. The amount of pain I gave you. I swear I will suffer the same pain. It needed to be done to let you in my heart forever. I will punish myself for your tears. This Sinner needs to get burned to deserve the beauty. But I promise you Babochka, From today onwards, your eyes will never shed another tear.” The Sinner promised that unaware of the fact that his wife wanted nothing but to get away from him for forever!

I don't know for how long I stayed there under the shower trying to wash myself clean. Trying to make myself deserving for him... But no matter how long I tried I will never deserve him They say every priest has a past and every sinner has a future. But for Andro a sin can never be forgotten.. No matter how hard the sinner tries As once the hands get coloured in sin nothing can rinse it away for him. ...............................

Always clumsy. A few of the bikers laughed. The sound stabbed. I lifted my chin and walked toward the chapel where the service was already underway. Every step was heavier than the last, dragging me deeper into the world I’d fled. And then I saw him. Jacob North stood at the back of the room, leaning against the wall like a predator waiting for prey. Broad shoulders filling out his leather jacket, jaw shadowed with stubble, scars cutting brutal lines across his face. His eyes—dark, unreadable—locked onto mine.

I want her lying awake, listening for sounds that never come. "She notices she's being followed, but she acts as if she isn't" I murmur to Xander, amusement curling in my chest. I could end this quickly. Break down her door, Demand payment, Leave her shaking and crying and not in the best kind of way either. and leave London completely. Get back to my life in New York and still kill Jerry motherfucking Harrison. She's just a woman in a big city. A bookstore attendant. Has a quiet life. Is Shy. Meek. Bland. Spoilt.

"Are you gonna keep sta– His words die on his lips when I kiss him again, this time harder. I don't wait for him to open before I bite on his lips again. I part his thighs with my knees and massage his dick through his pants. He makes a frustrated sound when I continue massaging him. I chuckle, "What do you want, Sinner?" My eyes widen when I realise that I've used the nickname again, but he says nothing so I guess it's okay to use it. Besides he's mine, my sinner. Not the priests. He makes a whiny sound again and fucks himself on my hand. I grab his throat, "What do you want, Sinner? Tell me and I'll give it to you."