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“Thank you. I’ll make sure he gets it back.” The moment her fingers brushed mine as she handed it over, despite being re-washed countless times as I had demanded, his scent still hit me—rich amber, leather, and something darker, masculine, unmistakably him. Heat flooded between my thighs instantly. My pussy clenched hard, a sudden rush of wetness soaking my panties. I pressed my legs together under the sheets, nodding quickly until the maid left and closed the door behind her.

“ Shit what do I do now ? “ I mumble to myself. Last night was amazing , but it was also a mistake. One that I don’t want to face. In the heat of the moment my mind had been fully on the task of getting off and actually being touched. In the light of day the logic and the consequences of what happened was fully back I let the leader of The Sinners go down on me , I let him watch me groom and I came all over his face until I blacked out. Carnage , the killer , the ruthless man on the cops most wanted list. The one that I’d guess at least forty agents or cops had a bee in their bonnet for to bring down because they knew it would be their career booster.

I should curse his name and flee. But my body was a traitor. As his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck, a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity surged through me, pooling low in my belly. It wasn't the polite, distant touch I was used to from Simon. Ethan’s heat radiated through his shirt, searing my palms, and for the first time in my life, the "good girl" inside me went quiet. I didn't want to be a martyr anymore. I didn't want to be a placeholder or a business transaction.

I sank all the way down until his thick cock filled me completely then started riding him hard with my hands on his shoulders for balance. My tits bounced in his face with every drop of my hips and he sucked on one leaking nipple hard while I moved. “Forgive me Father for I am sinning,” I whispered right against his ear, my voice shaky and broken with every bounce. “I am riding your priest cock like a whore in church my cunt is so full of you.” “Keep praying on my dick,” he groaned, gripping my ass and helping me slam down harder. “Say it louder while I breed this fertile pussy.”

"You're like a squirrel deliberately putting acorns in its mouth." I chewed silently, obeying Sean's words to swallow the cookie I ate first before speaking. Looking at the man now, he was very different from our first unkind encounter. Back then, he was very ignorant and took my knowledge of him bringing women into the room as normal. "Have you fucked all the women in this town, Sean?" I was finally able to speak, but it instantly silenced Sean. The man seemed to shift his gaze in another direction but not towards me, making me snort rudely. "If you don't answer, then the answer is correct."

“Don't call my name freak! You, sinner!” I gulped, my world crumbled to pieces. I realize he saw something to disgust this way! I can see my end to the way he look at me. Yet I didn't felt anything afterward, and he gasped to find how I smile after all his hardwork to spied on my business. “You-” “Sinner?” I shrugged. “Sinner...is when everyone knows I'm sinned. Yet, you?” I look at him as if just him...is not everyone.

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.

His voice echoing through the emptiness of the place, "...Oh but I know very well who you are!!! It is sickening and very pitiful..." he fanned his hot breath on her neck, grazing her skin as he savoured the power that was locked inside that ugly shirt, "...how such power, could be locked inside a mediocre little sinner!!! You are as we all are... just sinners!" A rogue tear raced down her pale white cheeks, evidence of the fright that filled her subconscious. But she still had the courage to talk,

"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

It feels like it sees straight through me. All the stories everyone saying he is dangerous and unpredictable flood my mind. And yet, sitting here across from him, I feel nothing like I expected. He hasn’t hurt me. Not even a hint, except call out a truth no one knows. And still, I’m trapped in this swirl of nerves and tension, drawn to him in ways I don’t understand. “I know a lot of things, Calla,” he says my name softly. “You think the worst of me before giving me a chance. And yet, here you are. Alone with me. Why?”