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I was addicted to the forbidden, to the taboo. And so I continued, sneaking into their rooms when I could, fucking them until we were all sweaty and satisfied. It was wrong, I knew that. But it felt so right. I knew it couldn't last forever, that eventually someone would find out. But for now, I was content to live in my little world of sin, fucking my mom and sister whenever I got the chance. It was a risk, but one I was willing to take. For the chance to feel their bodies against mine, to hear them moan my name, I would risk everything.

“Adrian, be reasonable. You need an heir. You can’t want to raise the children of another man. For God’s sake, those kids might be the result of incest. It’s sin.” “Sin,” I repeated, chuckling bitterly. “I beat a man to death with my bare hands today. I skinned and burned a biker today to get information. I’ve killed more men than I can remember. We sell drugs and weapons. We blackmail and torture. How can a child be a sin?” Father lowered his arm. “Let’s postpone this discussion to another day.”

Cassian pulled her panties off and wiped his hand with it and then tossed it on the floor. Sin noted this with revulsion. Did he hate women? Or did he just love demeaning them? He took off his shirt, revealing heavy biceps and abs, Sinora swallowed. He was completely ripped. And on top of that, he had the face of god like man. It was hard to tear her gaze away from him. He caught her eyes, holding them in a heated confrontational stare for a moment, before turning away coldly.

Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them. I knew my parents were alive and well. I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now. I got to work immediately. Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown. "Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files. I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content. The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

Matteo uncrossed his arms and began to pace slowly around the small clinical table. "That predominant sense of urgency, the instinct to kill, can be awakened. Sometimes, people awaken it themselves through rigorous training. In other cases, someone triggers it. In your case... Santos triggered it." He stopped pacing, turning back to Valerio. "When your predominant side is awakened for the first time, it is hard to get under control. And it rebounds on your body when it dies down. Your muscles tear, your bones ache, and your mind feels like it's been dragged through glass. It's the after-effect of pushing a human body past its natural limits. That is why you feel like you've been hit by a tru

“And clench that sinful cunt around me.” I obeyed, moaning the words over and over as he used me. He pulled my hair, choking me lightly with his rosary beads while pounding me. The contrast of the holy symbols against our filthy fucking sent me spiraling into another orgasm. Father Elias flipped me onto my back again, hooking my legs over his shoulders and driving even deeper. “I’m addicted,” he confessed hoarsely, sweat dripping from his brow. “Your body is my new religion. I’ll burn in hell for this… but I’ll fill you every day until then.”

I expected him to blow up, but he merely shrugged his shoulders and turned his back on me again. I rushed to follow him immediately. "Daddy, ahh!" I intentionally groaned, grabbing my leg. "I tripped, daddy. Ahhh, shittt!" I turned my seduction up a notch, making my moans sound as breathless as possible. Then, I parted my bathrobe, intentionally shifting my dress so my inner thigh was exposed, along with my chest and squeezing my breasts together so they practically spilled out, leaving barely anything covered. "D–Daddy Matthew…"

I whispered, my voice already trembling. Father Elias stayed quiet for a moment. “What troubles you, my child?” His voice was low, calm, and authoritative. I swallowed hard. My thighs pressed together under my dress. “I… I’ve been having impure thoughts, Father. Very impure thoughts.” “Tell me,” he said gently, but there was a new edge in his tone. I closed my eyes, cheeks burning with shame and excitement. “I touch myself at night thinking about… about a man who isn’t my husband. A man of God.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “I fantasize about you, Father. About you taking me. About you sinning with me.”

Hi, this is the first chapter of the second book of Sinful. Enjoy. SEWA’s POV Stepping out of the airplane, there was no mistake that I was back home. I didn't need to be told by any one; the soft wind that welcomed me, told me that much. I adjusted my small shoulder purse that had it's strap digging into my tits, dividing them and making each tit look bigger than they actually were. I hated it when that happens, but I was too excited to care.

boy:- he is strange but cool, trouble maker, but his intention always stay pure, he hard to read and that makes me more curious, he is trustworthy. goddess:- do you know why it considers in pure when he asks for bathing with a woman. let me explain to you in the meantime until he comes back he is confused, but he uses his head to answer. boy:- because sex is a crime goddess:- if that is true then everyone is a sinner, even tho they are but the thing is different, let the desire to take over intelligence lead to hurting others that why it is crime if you control yourself and do it with the right person, time, right way then it not a sin, if you do it with someone with forced or someone else p