NEW: A Sinner in Virtue, in When the Dark Wins anthology
“Give yourself over, Servant.”
“You will accept them on your knees. You will accept them on your back. You will open yourself in any way they ask, Sinner, because you are a servant now.”
A Sinner in Virtue is a prologue to the future series The Vice Territories, and is available for a limited time in the When The Dark Wins anthology:
Inside these pages lurks the stuff of nightmares, the inky blackness of our world captured by the top authors of dark romance. Except in these stories there is no romance. No heroes. No happy endings.
This is a book that has been crafted, twisted, and deformed to shred you, scare you, and possibly traumatize your mere mortal mind. Here is your last warning … no one is coming to save you if you choose to dive into the depravity.
In these stories, the dark wins.
Every. Single. Time.
Eight corrupting tales designed to blacken your heart.
Participating authors:
Catacombs by Addison Cain
Used by Cari Silverwood
What Lies Beneath by Yolanda Olson
My Name is Jane by Zoe Blake
Severed by Dani René
A Sinner in Virtue by Eris Adderly
The Hunted by Michelle Brown
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Excerpt from A Sinner in Virtue:
The percussive sloshing was a blasphemy in the darkened chapel. Some gasping noise like a question rose up out of her throat. Levi traced fingertips under her chin, stepping close and aiming his cock to fill.
T-two? I ca—
He was in her mouth.
Plump, warm flesh slid back over her palate. Male musk painted her tongue, even as hand palmed the top of her head to block a startled retreat.
Both priests moved in her body. Levi now parting her jaw, while Raymond soldiered away at her cunt. There was no arching her back now to raise her head. The thrust of male hips had the surface of the water violent, and Buckeye had to snort whenever it hit her face.
This was it. She had to just be here, now. Helpless. A cut of meat on a spit. A spit that was fucking her. At both ends.
When had the others broken? How had the priests known to stop?
Glassy eyes above a bent neck.
They didn’t. They didn’t stop.
Either they hadn’t known, or …
Buckeye was breaking. She could feel it. But the cracks in her structure ran in a far more terrifying direction.
He won’t stop. Oh god, he won’t stop.
She squeezed and tilted her hips into Raymond’s groin. There was no other way to tell him, but the priest got the message. Hauled her down to his base with more force.
It’s okay. It’s okay. No one can see. Just let him. So good.
Who would see her shame? Raymond? Levi? Mather? She made a guttural noise in her throat. It didn’t matter. She squirmed on the two Covvie pricks that might fuck her to death.
Words. There were words nearby. Someone was talking.
Mather.
“Surrender and trust,” he said again from his chair. “Complete faith.”
Her eyes darted to meet his, grey, but on fire with interest.
That voice. Oh, god.
Raymond and Levi took another step down into the baptistery. The water closed over her head.
