Wrath: A Seven Deadly Sins Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"The two biggest women... They are possessed, Arianna. They recognized both of us. Your guardian put us here to take them back.” "We can't kill them," I murmured nervously. "We're going to be real prisoners if we do that.” "I thought of the same thing," she said darkly. "But you don't know the worst part. Each demon has a kind of aura that identifies him. We, the seven deadly sins, have a shining aura, indicating that we belong to royalty. They, in addition to having already realized that they are possessed by fallen angels and not just smaller demons, have an aura in shades of red, an aura made of pure lust.”

For the first time, I realized that when anger reaches its peak, laughter can slip out unbidden. She even turned the blame on me. "You're just jealous that I treat Nathan well, so you bullied him in school. Now, you're smearing him online. I've never seen anyone more vicious than you!" I had had enough of her twisting black into white. My hand lashed out, striking her across the face. "Shut up! In this life, you killed my mother and nearly killed me. In the last life, you tortured us to death. How dare you call me vicious?"

“Already leaking like a desperate whore. I can feel how wet you’re getting through your sweatpants.” I bit my lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but a broken whimper still escaped when he circled his hips, rubbing his heavy balls right against mine in a slow, obscene roll. Rhys leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Grind back. Don’t make me do all the work like a lazy little slut.” My face burned with shame, but my body obeyed before my brain could catch up. I rolled my hips up to meet his, matching his filthy rhythm. The wet spot on my sweatpants grew bigger, the fabric clinging obscenely to my cock as we rubbed together.

The mattress creaked under them: her ass slapped against his thighs with wet sounds. Dorian moaned loudly as she used him. The sudden friction after so much denial felt overwhelming. Pleasure shot through his cock and balls. Her pussy was soaked and hot. It squeezed him on every downstroke. Seraph’s breasts bounced with the rhythm. Her nipples stayed hard. She placed her hands on his chest for balance. Her nails raked down his chest, leaving red marks. The sharp scratches burned on his skin. They added to the intense sensations flooding his body. Dorian’s wrists and ankles pulled hard against the cuffs. The chains rattled with each thrust. His body stayed spread open while she rode him. Swea

BENEDICTA'S POV "You dare use such filthy words on the altar?!" He bellowed, and with one brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside me. "You deserve punishment for your sins!" I cried out, clutching the altar for balance as he slammed down on me, filling me, stretching me with his cock. Each thrust rocked me against the wood. Water still streamed down my back from my soaked hair, mixing with sweat as he pounded into me. “Feel that?” he snarled, hips slamming against me. “Every stroke is cleansing you. Every inch of me purifying your wicked little cunt.”

Every powerful snap of his hips sent me higher, the mix of anger and lust making it all the more intense. I met his wild thrusts eagerly, nails raking his back beneath his shirt. “Don’t stop,” I begged, teetering on the brink. “Never,” he groaned. He kissed me fiercely as his rhythm turned erratic. My inner walls clenched around him, and with a few more strokes I was lost - crying out his name as I came in a shuddering wave. “Anna - fuck!” Ethan slammed deep and held, his body shuddering as he found his release. Heat flooded inside me and he crushed me to the wall, panting through his climax.

The same man who once took everything from me. I wasn’t thinking. I just reacted. He had touched me. Cornered me. Threatened my space. But now? Now, I’d signed my death warrant. By law, anyone who dared harm an Alpha would suffer a fate worse than death, torture, public humiliation, and a painful end. Jace was never known for mercy, and definitely not towards someone like me. He thrived on authority, on watching people cower beneath him. He enjoyed control. His furious eyes locked onto me. That arrogant smirk from earlier? Gone. Replaced with a fiery, bloodthirsty glare. His hand pressed against the fresh injury on his shoulder, the wound I had just inflicted.

His shoulders sloped indifferently. Suddenly, the breadth of Alessia’s own shoulders were pulling taut and she was driving forward with one sole desire - blood. The adrenaline surged through her so powerfully she shifted on the spot. The feet that pounded the stones switched to paws within a fraction of a second and she dove straight for the enemy. Her wolf moved in a blur of darkness, lips drawn back in a snarl as she bared her teeth in a cloud of bloodlust. The man was large, and had it been any other day when her veins had not thrummed like a live wire to protect her only friend, Alessia would have lost the battle.