Sinful Soft Novels & Stories

Back with Aurora looking at me like she didn’t know whether to run or stay. I cursed under my breath as release hit, sharp and blinding. She shuddered around me, nails clawing my shoulders. For a moment, we stayed tangled, catching breath. Then I pulled back, tucking myself in, grabbing my shirt. Valentina frowned. “That’s it? No sweet words, no compliments?” “You know what this is,” I said flatly. Her eyes narrowed. “You think you’re untouchable, don’t you? You’ll regret treating me like this one day.”

I am no one's slave but if this was going to get me the paycheck, who am I to complain. I slowly got up and grabbed the sofa, waiting for him to take me. “PAH!” “Awhh” I moaned when he suddenly spanked my ass. “You like that huh? You are a little slut!” he yelled with a little laugh while running his fingers over the spot he just spanked. PAH! “AWHH” PAH! PAH! He spanked me really hard, a few more times before finally stopping. My ass was tingling with pain but it was the good kind of pain, as it turned me on and left me dripping wet.

"I'm warning you. There is Death, but after that, there is something worse. There is purgatory, where a devilish man named Sinful decides your fate. Yes, your fate." "First," I say slowly. "Sinful is a stupid name. Second, you're Fate, which means you're either really bad at storytelling, or you aren't as powerful as everyone likes to think." Fate frowns. The expression looks strange on him. "He wants something, and it looks like you're the perfect way for him to get it," Fate muses, and suddenly, the easy smile I want to slap right off him is making an appearance again. "It does follow his namesake, after all."

Emphasizing the number and omitting any meaning of the word currently. “The seven deadly sins.” “Bingo!” She giggles. Proud and loving Daniela’s wit and her very soul that is a shard from the original Princess. “Do you know what sin this book revolves into, Daniela?” “Is I were to guess then, I shall say, the sin of---”

Fisher of men. He'd waited for her 4AM. She'd come stumbling out of the building Fisher of men. Fisher of men. Fisher of men... She was drowsy. She was drunk. She was weak. She reeked of sin. Sin. Sin. Sin. Fisher of men. Fisher of men. Fisher of men... He'd wrapped a white handkerchief to her nose and she'd caved. Too weak to put up a fight. Too drenched in sin.

he questions, brilliant white teeth flashing as he smiles at us both, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, his rolled up button up shirt showing off his strong build. “You know how I feel about you, Sinful,” Thought mutters tirelessly, looking over Sinful’s shoulder and into his home. “We are here for Millicent.” Sinful drags his gaze to me, smiling softly. He has such a charming, attractive look to him, which has nothing to do with his powers. He is the Sin, Lust, giving him the ability to seduce anyone with just a thought alone. I’m not sure if I could have handled being mated to him, so I’m not sure how Millicent does it.

My chest tightened. “You’re just scared of what people would say.” I opened my mouth to deny it. But no words came out. Because yes. I was scared. Scared of how fast this was happening. Scared of wanting him this much. Scared that I was already losing control. Scared of what the world would say. I was scared of everything that has to do with this sinful desire burning in my veins. Sebastian stared at me for one long second before speaking again. “The next time you kiss me…”

He slapped it once, just enough to make her moan. “You’re not done yet.” He sank back into her, deeper this time. Her moan caught in her throat. He fucked her with a rhythm that bordered on violent. His hand came to her throat again, pressing just enough to make her lightheaded. “You’re my sin,” he growled. “And I don’t want forgiveness.” “Then take me,” she begged. “Take all of me.” He fucked her through it. Through the guilt. Through the storm. Through every barrier left between them.

Of course he did. She peeled back the wax seal. Inside was a single black page, etched in silver ink. No letterhead. No signature. Just ten simple lines: THE TEN SINFUL COMMANDMENTS 1. Never deny your deepest desires. 2. Pleasure is power—wield it ruthlessly. 3. Trust is earned through surrender. 4. Speak only truth—unless a lie is sexier. 5. Pain is a gift. Accept it. 6. Loyalty belongs to the one who ruins you.

It’s too much. My last words in the room are addressed to Mike. “I expect the divorce papers to come to me today. And don’t count on me being merciful. Not after seeing the damage you’ve done, the lies, the manipulation. You’ve taken enough, but now? Oh, Mike, I’m going to ruin you. I’m going to drag your name through the mud, and when I’m done, the world will see you for exactly what you are — a hollow, pathetic excuse for a man with nothing but rot where a soul should be.”