Wrath Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

SEVENTH SEDUCTION Amech Sunday DIRTY MEETING ON A HEARTBREAK NIGHT. *NOTE: Every POV is Lilysaint’s voice, except where noted.* “I know what you want,” I said, breath ragged, fighting to hold my emotions in check, “but I’m going to let you have it.” It was driving me insane. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “What do I want?” The slim, tall man asked, his arm slung casually across my shoulders like he already owned the moment.

“But that was a mistake.” Hannah listened, her heart pounding a frantic, wild rhythm in her chest. She knew his games. She knew his cruelty. She knew that he would do anything, say anything, to get what he wanted. She knew that behind the calm, collected exterior, there was a dark, malevolent soul. This was all a part of a larger, more sinister game. He was playing with everyone.

The thick fabric felt soft and heavy against his back. “Fuck me,” she ordered. Atlas spun her around quickly. He bent her forward and pushed her against the velvet curtain. Lyric braced her hands on the heavy material. Her breasts pressed into the soft velvet. Atlas lifted her skirt again and rubbed his hard cock along her soaked slit. He thrust deep inside her in one fast stroke. Lyric moaned loudly. The thick velvet rubbed against her hard nipples as he started fucking her. Atlas gripped her hips and drove into her hard and fast. Skin slapped against skin. The sound mixed with the wet noises of his cock sliding in and out of her cum-filled pussy.

He was beautiful in the most terrifying way a god of violence and possession claiming what he’d paid for with blood. He fucked me harder, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. My small breasts bounced with every brutal thrust. I was moaning shamelessly now, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. The shame only made it hotter. “Azrael fuck it’s too much,” I sobbed, nails raking down his back. “It’s not enough,” he snarled, tightening his grip on my throat. “I want you broken. I want you screaming my name while your brother’s debt is paid with your cunt.”