• Genre: Romance
  • Author: _ThisPenBleeds
  • Chapters: 8
  • Status: Ongoing
  • Age Rating: 18+
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To comply with her publisher's demand to write Erotic Romance, Sarvia was forced out of her cocoon to visit a club to research and gain ideas for her new story. Her plan was simple, go out with her friends and do her job, but it wasn't in her plan to join her friends' dare game of finding the richest man in the bar, and she surely wasn't expecting to win when she chose a huge man with a huge scar on his face to avoid the game. Next thing Sarvia knows, she's being kidnapped to appease a Mafia Leader, and she is astonished to find out that he claimed her as his.


The Sinners Mafia is the only Mafia in the country because they have defeated their enemies.

Seven people make up 'The Sinners', as they refer to themselves. They are the people men fear the most because they have no fear, and anyone who gets In their way won't get away with it.

Ruthless criminals to their enemies and those who have no idea who they are, but to some, they are their 'angels of justice,' for they take matters into their own hands. Because despite their names, the seven leaders of the Sinners punish sinners who commit murder, theft, and r*pe, as well as oppressors who abuse their position of authority.

The seven men, however, are obsessed with women since they are all attractive, including Lust, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, Glutton, and Pride. The girls approach, hoping that at least one of them will take notice of them. Because why not take your chance? When all of them are billionaires as well. As their enemies say, these seven men sit in their victims' tears, blood, and soul.

I used to have no knowledge of them; because, come on, is there really a living Mafia out there? Aren't they just characters from fiction books writers like me make? How about the police? Our law? Do they really get away from their crimes unscathed?

Until one day, I heard the words that changed my life.

"You are claimed by Lust." That's what the woman I met said to me, and since then, one of the leaders of The Sinners, Lust, has never stopped bothering me.

And I got into a mess whenever he was with me, in a dangerous dance where he was my partner, and I became a sinner in his company. Under his mercy and putty in his hands, hands that probably took lives I couldn't count.

"Kneel and satisfy me," he uttered the familiar words.

Words I wrote. Words I reserved for the main character of my story. That would have been for his partner, but here we are in a situation I never thought I'll be in, and I'm obeying the lines I created myself.

He almost crushed my lips until it's almost bleeding from the pressure of his bite. I found myself kneeling in front of him with my eyes closed. As if he were a king, I was destined to serve.

"Good girl." Were the words that came out of his sinful lips. Words that somehow made my heart beat fast.

I looked up at him, and our eyes met. Hazel's eyes meet his almost black irises that are filled with lust. Both eyes stared at each other, seemingly reading each other. In his eyes, I see and feel what he wants, and I'm certain the emotion there mirrors mine.

His gaze was scorching, and I was a moth burning by the intensity of it.

The moment was crazy; I was insane, and so was he.

These feelings I have never experienced or felt before for Adam's race are drowning me and overwhelming me, but I can't seem to stop. It's like I'm glued to my position or perhaps hypnotized by this sinner in front of me.

He ran his long fingers over my cheek and lips, leaving trails of hot lava behind every trace. I automatically opened my mouth to let his naughty fingers enter.




And I found myself sucking his fingers like lollipops. As if I were a child eager for that candy. My eyes never leave him as I do so. Shame was slowly forgotten because of what I was doing. Lips and tongue moving expertly like I've been doing this my whole life. 'This is what I need; however, I need to experience being the character in my book to write it properly.' I convinced myself.

Thick eyelashes covered his black eyes; he always seemed drunk by the intensity of his stare. My eyes traveled down his high nose that you seemed to want to slide your finger through. Sexy natural red lips drew with a mischievous smile that gave more beauty to his handsome face. This man in front of me is the only man I will allow to teach me such things. The same man who opened my mind to the mundane world of sex.

And he is none other than Lust, one of the seven leaders of the Mafia organization called 'The Sinners'. The man I chose to be the hero of my story. The man who insisted on bringing my character to life by 'helping' me experience it in real life.

And Lust is also the one who claimed me as his.

He pulled out his wet fingers and, in front of me, started to open the zipper of his pants while grinning mischievously. As my eyes followed his movement, the action seemed to play in slow motion.

Torturingly slow.

Fear blooming in my chest.

Excitement pumping my veins.

"Once you've been marked by me, there is no turning back, Sarvia. The moment you smiled at me, I already claimed you as mine," he said in a hoarse voice, a voice that gave a strange shiver to my core, a voice that tickled me. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I swallowed deeply. Didn't he do everything just to make me agree? Annoyed and followed me like an insect? Didn't he stop me until I agreed to be taught by him?

"Yes." I found myself answering instead of ranting.

It started with a daring 'Dare,' and now I've completely lost. God knows just how much I'm gonna lose in his hands.

I stopped myself from kicking myself at the thought. I'm slowly getting infected by the green-mindedness of the man in front of me. Lust smirked at me before finally releasing his proud manhood, and I found myself wide-eyed.

How? How does the male character I just wrote match him even in size? Is this fate playing tricks with me, or is it merely a coincidence?

And when I slowly raised my hand to touch his pulsating and proud manhood, I couldn't help but think if the woman doing it willingly is still the woman in my book or if it has become me?

After this, will I still be able to separate myself from the world I created?

What if it completely swallows me? Can I still escape?

Chapter One

Kiss me, out of the bearded barley

Nightly, beside the green, green grass

Swing, swing, (swing, swing) swing the spinning step

You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me

While moving along with the song, my fingers quickly tapped the keyboard, creating that familiar sound that the four corners of my room hear every day. My eyes were focused on the screen, possibly the only thing I've been looking at for the past year of my life aside from television.

As usual, I hardly noticed the time. Half an hour, an hour, until it reaches two hours.

And the previously blank screen is now filled with three thousand words.

"The end." I


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