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Sinful desire Wine and dine
Slapping against me from behind Lorenzo reached around and find my clit with his thumb. Alternating between small light circles and hard-pushing snaps he stimulated me inside and out as I lost all control and was nothing but clay in his hands. I felt my body tensing as the cliff of passion appeared before me. I was running up that cliff climbing higher and higher, feeling his strong cock lifting and pushing me, his hands teasing and twisting me, my pussy quivering on him I saw the edge of the cliff. My legs were tense against him. I tried to hold back but my whole body became rigged as the relentless motion pushed and prodded me. My mouth dropped open as my hands grip the sheets ready to jump off that cliff and then...I flew. My pleasure moaned filled the room as my muscles jerked and spasmed and my body gripped and convulses on his rock-hard cock. I let go of everything – my mind, my need, my self, my soul I was just a quivering mass of warm, wet delight. I collapsed on the bed as he
Sinful desire Guilt and desire collide
I stood in the kitchen the next morning though my hands were trembling as I cracked the eggs into the skillet. My body was sore. Screw that damned man.He was so big. That I didn’t notice how much it’d hurt after that. He twisted and bend me to his will.The sizzle filled the silence, but I couldn’t stop my mind from replaying the night before. Lorenzo’s touch lingered on my skin like a burn that refused to heal, even as I tried to focus on the simple task of making breakfast. It was miracle I sneaked into the house without anyone noticing. Enrique was fast asleep. Grateful for his sleeping pills. But in the corner of my heart, I couldn’t shake the pain. He looked so peaceful sleeping. And as his wife, I slept with his brother. I was ashamed of myself. To the point I couldn’t sleep anymore and woke up earlier than anyone. What kind of person had I become? I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror this morning. Couldn’t bear to see the guilt in my own eyes, knowing what I had done. W
Sinful desire Ruin me
The rest of the day passed in a blur, every second dragging painfully slow as I tried to carry on as if nothing had changed. As if I wasn't breaking into a thousand pieces from the inside out. But with every glance, every smirk Lorenzo threw my way, I felt those shards dig deeper, tearing me apart.Enrique had left for his physiotherapy session, leaving me and Lorenzo alone in the house. The silence settled between us like a thick fog, heavy with unspoken words and dangerous truths. I was cleaning the dishes, my hands scrubbing the plates harder than necessary, trying to focus on anything but the man leaning against the counter, watching me like a predator eyeing its prey."You’re quiet today, Aeval," he said, his voice cutting through the air, smooth and taunting. "Lost in thought?"I didn’t respond, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood again. I could feel his gaze boring into me, dissecting me piece by piece, stripping me down to the raw, guilty nerves that he knew were there. I kep
Sinful desire My bella
The invitation came in the form of a package, just like last time. But this time, the note was brief, almost careless.Tonight. Same place. Wear this. My hands trembled as I opened the box, pulling aside the layers of tissue paper to reveal what lay beneath. The dress—if you could even call it that—was an assault on my senses, a vivid, cherry-red creation of lace and satin. It was delicate, sheer in all the wrong places, and designed to make me feel exposed. Vulnerable. The colour itself screamed danger, passion, a warning I should’ve heeded but couldn’t.The fabric was soft, and seductive, yet far too revealing. The plunging neckline would leave little to the imagination, while the lace clung to every curve, emphasizing parts of myself I wanted to hide. The thin straps that crisscrossed down the back were more decorative than functional, and the hemline barely grazed the tops of my thighs. It was less of a dress and more of a promise—one that Lorenzo intended to collect on.Pervert.
Sinful desire The chains we choose
I was shackled, not by chains but by his gaze—a prison I had willingly stepped into. Every inch of my skin tingled under his intense scrutiny, under the weight of his possessive stare. This wasn't a man who would simply let me walk away. No, he was the kind that thrived on power, the kind who would stake his claim and carve his initials into your very soul.Lorenzo watched me, his dark eyes devouring every tremor that ran through my body. He didn’t move closer, but he didn’t need to. His presence alone wrapped around me like smoke, thick, intoxicating, slipping under my skin and into my veins. I could almost feel him there, whispering that this—this ache, this surrender—was as inevitable as the tides. “What are you thinking, Bella?” he asked, his voice low, honeyed poison sliding across my skin. “Are you still trying to convince yourself you can resist?”I swallowed hard, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But he knew. He always knew. He took his time, his thumb tracing over his
Sinful desire Web of lies
I woke up to a dull ache radiating through every inch of my body, a reminder of every touch, every caress, every demand he had made. The sheets were tangled around me, and his scent clung to my skin like a second layer. For a fleeting moment, I let myself sink into the remnants of the night—the heat, the darkness, the sheer madness of Lorenzo. But the urgency jolted me back, reality piercing through the hazy memories.My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I registered was that I was alone. I cursed under my breath, bolting upright, my hand reflexively going to my neck, brushing over the tender, bruised skin. His marks. My pulse raced as the memories crashed over me, each one sharper, more unforgiving, than the last."Dammit," I muttered, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, the soreness making me wince as I tried to stand. How could I have let this happen? I’d stayed, slept, and worse—forgotten myself. I was supposed to have left hours ago, maybe never have come here at al
Sinful desire Prologue
"Scream, cry, beg. The more you try to resist, the more tempting you become." **** Aeval lost everything to destiny. Her horrific past still haunts her even after years. A mistake made in intoxication now has make her nights sleepless and days restless. At the young age of 22, she is struggling to find her broken pieces in streets of New York even if it meant stealing to pass the night without empty stomach. Her life turned upside down when one night she broke one of her rules and slept with the most deadliest man she can ever encounter, unintentionally. Lorenzo Bianchi, has everything, from riches to women, from wealth to control. At the young age of twenty-seven, he has achieved what is described as nearly impossible for rest. He’s the kind of man who can put a bullet through your head before you could even take a breath. Looks of a God and eyes of the devil, he rules darkest alleys of hell. Mafia leader of one of the ruthless clan, he is on mission in New York when he meets a
Sinful desire Past is a lonely place
Just like any other Saturday night, the club was loud and filled with deplorable people. The tight black spaghetti dress I wore managed to lure many but not the one I had my eyes on. The straps of the heel caged my ankles as I tapped my feet to the rhythm of the music. My hair cascaded down my back, as my hawk-like eyes scanned the area. “You ready, Bella?” I smirked. Hell, yeah! With the twist of my lips, I glanced to my right to find a stunning face that could make allure you into darkness. Her bleached hair was pulled back in a slicked into a high bun and the fake gold Channel earrings glimmered against her pale skin. “Meet me at back,” I said, voice slurring slightly. This was needed. I couldn’t do this sobered up. Serena took it as a signal before I watched her swaying her hips and sliding towards the dance floor, where our next target was. My eyes glimmered watching the way she seductively swayed her hips on the dance floor. Her head was thrown back and the curve of her fing
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Sinful desire Web of lies
I woke up to a dull ache radiating through every inch of my body, a reminder of every touch, every caress, every demand he had made. The sheets were tangled around me, and his scent clung to my skin like a second layer. For a fleeting moment, I let myself sink into the remnants of the night—the heat, the darkness, the sheer madness of Lorenzo. But the urgency jolted me back, reality piercing through the hazy memories.My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I registered was that I was alone. I cursed under my breath, bolting upright, my hand reflexively going to my neck, brushing over the tender, bruised skin. His marks. My pulse raced as the memories crashed over me, each one sharper, more unforgiving, than the last."Dammit," I muttered, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, the soreness making me wince as I tried to stand. How could I have let this happen? I’d stayed, slept, and worse—forgotten myself. I was supposed to have left hours ago, maybe never have come here at al
Sinful desire The chains we choose
I was shackled, not by chains but by his gaze—a prison I had willingly stepped into. Every inch of my skin tingled under his intense scrutiny, under the weight of his possessive stare. This wasn't a man who would simply let me walk away. No, he was the kind that thrived on power, the kind who would stake his claim and carve his initials into your very soul.Lorenzo watched me, his dark eyes devouring every tremor that ran through my body. He didn’t move closer, but he didn’t need to. His presence alone wrapped around me like smoke, thick, intoxicating, slipping under my skin and into my veins. I could almost feel him there, whispering that this—this ache, this surrender—was as inevitable as the tides. “What are you thinking, Bella?” he asked, his voice low, honeyed poison sliding across my skin. “Are you still trying to convince yourself you can resist?”I swallowed hard, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But he knew. He always knew. He took his time, his thumb tracing over his
Sinful desire My bella
The invitation came in the form of a package, just like last time. But this time, the note was brief, almost careless.Tonight. Same place. Wear this. My hands trembled as I opened the box, pulling aside the layers of tissue paper to reveal what lay beneath. The dress—if you could even call it that—was an assault on my senses, a vivid, cherry-red creation of lace and satin. It was delicate, sheer in all the wrong places, and designed to make me feel exposed. Vulnerable. The colour itself screamed danger, passion, a warning I should’ve heeded but couldn’t.The fabric was soft, and seductive, yet far too revealing. The plunging neckline would leave little to the imagination, while the lace clung to every curve, emphasizing parts of myself I wanted to hide. The thin straps that crisscrossed down the back were more decorative than functional, and the hemline barely grazed the tops of my thighs. It was less of a dress and more of a promise—one that Lorenzo intended to collect on.Pervert.
Sinful desire Ruin me
The rest of the day passed in a blur, every second dragging painfully slow as I tried to carry on as if nothing had changed. As if I wasn't breaking into a thousand pieces from the inside out. But with every glance, every smirk Lorenzo threw my way, I felt those shards dig deeper, tearing me apart.Enrique had left for his physiotherapy session, leaving me and Lorenzo alone in the house. The silence settled between us like a thick fog, heavy with unspoken words and dangerous truths. I was cleaning the dishes, my hands scrubbing the plates harder than necessary, trying to focus on anything but the man leaning against the counter, watching me like a predator eyeing its prey."You’re quiet today, Aeval," he said, his voice cutting through the air, smooth and taunting. "Lost in thought?"I didn’t respond, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood again. I could feel his gaze boring into me, dissecting me piece by piece, stripping me down to the raw, guilty nerves that he knew were there. I kep
Sinful desire Guilt and desire collide
I stood in the kitchen the next morning though my hands were trembling as I cracked the eggs into the skillet. My body was sore. Screw that damned man.He was so big. That I didn’t notice how much it’d hurt after that. He twisted and bend me to his will.The sizzle filled the silence, but I couldn’t stop my mind from replaying the night before. Lorenzo’s touch lingered on my skin like a burn that refused to heal, even as I tried to focus on the simple task of making breakfast. It was miracle I sneaked into the house without anyone noticing. Enrique was fast asleep. Grateful for his sleeping pills. But in the corner of my heart, I couldn’t shake the pain. He looked so peaceful sleeping. And as his wife, I slept with his brother. I was ashamed of myself. To the point I couldn’t sleep anymore and woke up earlier than anyone. What kind of person had I become? I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror this morning. Couldn’t bear to see the guilt in my own eyes, knowing what I had done. W
Sinful desire Wine and dine
Slapping against me from behind Lorenzo reached around and find my clit with his thumb. Alternating between small light circles and hard-pushing snaps he stimulated me inside and out as I lost all control and was nothing but clay in his hands. I felt my body tensing as the cliff of passion appeared before me. I was running up that cliff climbing higher and higher, feeling his strong cock lifting and pushing me, his hands teasing and twisting me, my pussy quivering on him I saw the edge of the cliff. My legs were tense against him. I tried to hold back but my whole body became rigged as the relentless motion pushed and prodded me. My mouth dropped open as my hands grip the sheets ready to jump off that cliff and then...I flew. My pleasure moaned filled the room as my muscles jerked and spasmed and my body gripped and convulses on his rock-hard cock. I let go of everything – my mind, my need, my self, my soul I was just a quivering mass of warm, wet delight. I collapsed on the bed as he
Sinful desire Good girls go to hell
As his fingers touched my clit, my face transitioned from the pale pink flush of sexual arousal to the reddish-burning shade of embarrassment.“Lorenzo-”SMACK!My rambling was halted abruptly when he gave me a swift smack on the backside. I became completely still as he embraced me tightly, pressed me against the wall, and passionately kissed me, transporting me back to the first ardent kiss I had shared with him.With determined passion, his lips met mine in a fierce embrace. Our kisses were an enchanting dance, teasing and exploring with tantalizing flicks of our tongues. His motions were both short and deep, stealing my very breath away. As desire coursed through me, his finger traced seductive circles on my breast, the silk adding to the heightened sensations. A sense of delicious anticipation washed over me, recognizing the inevitable regret that would follow tomorrow. He continued to caress my nipple, causing it to stand at attention, defying all odds. A sharp gasp escaped me a
Sinful desire Sin
I was pacing around when Rina wheeled Enrique into the room. Our eyes met for a brief second before he let out a weary exhale. “I’ll manage from here. You can go, Rina.” Did my family leave? I wanted to ask but couldn’t bring myself to. Fidgeting with my hands, I walked to stand behind him. Enrique let out another sigh. I could see the indecisive emotions swirling in his eyes—sympathy wafted enormously. He pitied me. I bit my lips to stop them from wobbling. How could I even think of betraying this man? He might not love me, but he sympathises with me. “How are you feeling?” He asked when I wheeled him to the bed. He was wearing semi-formals, I needed to help him change. “The dinner was quite…unexpected. You must be startled.” He added when I walked into the closet to retrieve his sleeping attire-a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Despite the upheaval in my heart and head, I couldn’t show him how I truly felt. If Father gets a word of it, he might–I shook my head–there was nothing to
Sinful desire Devil
Burning sensations of tears in her eyes blurred her vision completely. Anger, rage, sadness and whatnot. She couldn’t describe it. It was suffocating. To the point, she didn’t want to go back to the dining hall and see the apathetic selfish face of her father and the delusional facade on Emilia’s face. She should’ve known it. How could she be so easily manipulated? Emilia was always someone who supported her, even when her father kicked her out, she was the only one who was good by her side throughout the time. They had a bond that couldn’t be just described with simple words. But now, everything was changed. How could she do this to her?! She wanted to yell, to scream her fury out. Her selfish desire to marry Lorenzo destroyed Aeval’s life. A feeling of bitterness crawled up her stomach making her dizzy and lightweight. Her steps stumbled as she grabbed the nearby pillar for support. Her breathing was harsh. She couldn’t breathe. When the angst slowly started pouring down, she miss
