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Sinful Secrets (Secrets and Seduction Book 1), page 1
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
ALSO BY ALYCIA CAROSELLA
Playlist
Dick-tionary
CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING:
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chater Twenty- Eight
Chapter Twenty- Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Chapter Fifty-Four
Chapter Fifty-Five
Chapter Fifty-Six
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Secrets and Seduction Duet
About the Author
Acknowledgments
Copyright © 2024 Alycia Carosella
All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
SINFUL SECRETS
Copyright © Alycia Carosella.
Written by Alycia Carosella
Formatted by Alycia Carosella
Cover Design by Alycia Carosella
Dedicated to every woman who knows that a man's rightful place is on his knees.
Make those men crawl ladies.
Also, to all the feral women who love to get chased by crazed men and fucked into oblivion.
This is for you!
ALSO BY ALYCIA CAROSELLA
Standalones:
One More Race
This is Love
Worth the Wait Series:
The Reason
The Inspiration
Pinecrest Peak Series:
Bookish Kind of Love
Haywood Village Series:
Hometown Routes
Short Stories:
Merry Bookmas
Book Club Babe
Will You Be My Booktine?
Book-Eggstravaganza
Heavy Heffers
Novellas:
Santa’s Helper
Playlist
Super Villain – Stileto, Silent Child, Kendyle Paige
You Know You Like It – DJ Snake, AlunaGeorge
One Of The Girls – The Weekend, Lily-Rose Depp
Cult Leader – King MALA
Cravin – Stileto, Kendyle Paige
High – Stephen Sanchez
The Death Of Peace Of Mind – Bad Omens
Romance – Varials
Nightmare – Avenged Sevenfold
Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) – Marilyn Manson
Me and the Devil – Soap & Skin
Dangerous Woman– Rosenfeld
Tear You Apart – She Wants Revenge
I’m Not A Vampire – Falling In Reverse
Psycho Killer – Talking Heads
Tainted Love – Soft Cell
Heads Will Roll- Yeah Yeah Yeah, A-Trak
Living Dead Girl- Rob Zombie
Dick-tionary
(Skip if you don’t want sexy spoilers)
Page 6-7: MM shower blow job
Page26: MF hand job and blow job
Page78-80: Female masturbation scene
Page 89-91: MF closet sex scene
Page 103-104: MF sex scene/ solo knife scene
Page 121-123: MM sex
Page 163-167: Group sex in the woods where she takes three of the reaper boys
Page 173-175: MF CNC scene
Page 202-204: MF sex scene
Page 215-217: MF office sex scene with cream pie
Page 226-230: Group scene where she takes all four delicious eggplants with double penetration, MM, and cream pies.
Page 237-238: Male masturbation scene
Page 256-259: MM, MMF, blowjob, and anal (She watches them before joining)
Page 270-272: MF haunted house sex scene
Page 295-298: MFM
Page 323: Group masturbation lotion scene
Page 347-350: Group sex scene where she shows she still has it. (By taking four very large packages inside of her)
CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING:
Sinful Secrets is a very dark romance. It is book one of the Secrets and Seduction Duet. This story is about grown adults who have been through the foster system. They have seen the dark side of growing up in the neglected system and now seek revenge on the people who have done them wrong. This book contains elements that may be triggering for some readers.
Triggers include:
Abandonment
Manipulation
Narcissistic Behavior
Violence
Drug use
Mention of suicide
Mention of cults
Stalking
Choking
Hair pulling
Spanking
Degradation
Praise
Roleplaying
Revenge
Sexual assault
Child abuse
Self-Harm
Blood/Gore
Torture
Eye Gouging
Castration
Dismemberment
Murder
Pedophilia
Rape
Blood Play
Double Penetration
Rope Play
MFM
MMF
CNC
Primal Play
Knife Play
Exhibitionism
Group Sex
Oral Sex
Anal Sex
Reader discretion is advised.
Prologue
The sirens blare outside as my sibling's screams echo
throughout the house. Technically they aren’t my real siblings, I probably won’t see them again. I look down at my hands and flip them, not realizing that they’re no longer the peach color of my skin. They’re more like the color of red lipstick I used to steal from my other foster mother. It doesn’t register that it’s my foster dad’s blood. I’m still in shock at the events that went on tonight.
“Sarah?” One of my foster siblings calls out. I look up to a crying face, but I don’t register who it is. My body chills as the front door to the house opens and the officers file in. I watch as their faces contort in worry at the sight of me in a puddle of blood. Then a blanket is wrapped around me and I finally realize that I’m naked.
“Get her out of here,” an officer demands in the doorway. My legs are jello and I can’t walk properly. As I pass all these faces, the only thing going through my head is my foster father's face when that knife went into his back. The way he stilled inside me and I had enough strength to push him off.
“You're going to be all right Sarah,” the lady officer
says to me as we walk to the doorway of what I used to call my room. Even though I know I shouldn’t, I turn back. My bed is soaked in blood and Steven’s eyes are still open in shock. If only I could have been the one to plunge that knife into him. He deserved it, all of it. He died well before the other wounds were inflicted on him.
“Jesus Christ, his dick is gone,” a male officer says
after getting to the bed. As I leave the room I have to hide my smirk. I glance around at the passing faces to try and find my savor, the one who saved me from this monster. As I passed my foster parent’s room I saw the same fate had happened to my foster mother. I should feel bad, but she deserved her punishment too.
Miranda knew what was going on and let Steven take his fill. She is just as bad as he is. Everyone who thinks they can prey on children solely because they’re defenseless deserves to die.
“Who does this?” another officer asks from the bedroom. My foster siblings are distraught and trying to explain to the officers what happened. None of their stories will be accurate. They were all asleep in the other bedroom. The one bedroom I had was used for their favorite. A ll of the other kids slept in bunks in the other bedroom. They were cramped together like lambs in a cage.
The problem with thinking you're messing with lambs is when you overlook the wolf hiding in the herd. I don’t see my foster brother anywhere, but I didn’t think he would stay after what he did for me. I knew he wasn’t right when I met him. There was something in his eyes like he knew about Steven and what awaited me every night. I had no idea what I was getting thrown into until I was here a week.
Then it was like a routine, I was expected to obey or suffer the consequences. I’m only a child, and this house wasn’t as bad as the other foster families I had been with. I was used to it by now, maybe that’s what I saw in his eyes. He knew what I had endured and wanted to ensure that I didn’t have to continue taking that abuse in this house as well.
Everyone looks me over when the police officer gets me to the ambulance. None of this blood is mine and I don’t have a scratch on me. After they clean me off the questions come. I tell the truth and wait to see what will happen to me. I leave out the part about my foster brother killing our foster parents. I told them the room was dark and I didn’t see who did it. They don’t bat an eye when I tell them all about the abuse at the hands of Miranda and Steven. It's as if they knew and did nothing.
“Alright Sarah. I’m going to take you to see where
you’ll be staying for now,” the lady officer says with a sweet voice. As we walk to the waiting area of the police station, I see them. Then he turns around and eyes me up and down like I’m a piece of meat. After taking a deep breath I step forward.
“It's so nice to meet you, Sarah. You will be temporarily staying with us now,” the mom says. She looks pretty, but then the husband steps forward and eagerly grabs my bag.
“Let’s get you back to the house to show you your room,” he says. My room. Usually, kids get excited at the thought of having their own room. For me, it means privacy, and no one to intervene when the monsters come out to play with me. They slowly guide me to the door and out into my new hell.
Chapter One
Damon
I send the text to Ryker to make sure our ride is ready once we finish up here. This job was thrown at us last minute, but Matteo jumped on the opportunity. It's like he needs to kill someone within a certain time frame or he will go insane. I slide my burner phone back into my pocket. Sawyer laughs and I turn in that direction. Matteo has this poor sap on his knees like he is about to suck his dick.
“Let’s finish this,” I demand.
Matteo sighs. “You're no fun.”
Sawyer stops laughing with his camera in his hands
when I look toward him. This is a job and as much as I would like to torture this guy, we save that for the real scum bags. We probably shouldn’t be videotaping the scene, but I need proof that the job was done. I’d rather not walk around with a severed head in my possession. I could give a rat’s ass about these scums, but I don’t plan on getting caught before we finish what we set out to do.
My phone vibrates and I know it’s Ryker. The boys are the only ones who get the number. There’s screaming and then silence. Matteo slides the knife across this man’s throat. He falls forward and a puddle of blood pools around his head. Sawyer steps back to ensure he doesn’t get blood on his boots. Matteo on the other hand, has blood all over his reaper mask. He stands there with a shit-eating grin.
“Are you done?” I ask.
“Does he look dead to you?” Matteo says in a smart tone.
I narrow my eyes. “Let’s go, Ryker’s outside.”
We go back out the way we came in, setting everything up the way we were told. We only take these jobs to have money to continue our real mission. Our clients don’t know where their money is going, just that their target is taken care of. We get a name and how they want it to be done. I couldn't care less about the other details.
“Everything go all right?” Ryker asks.
Sawer tilts the video camera and replays the last few moments of that sorry sap’s life. Ryker cringes and looks back to the road. “Are you ever going to go and help us with one of these jobs?” Matteo pushes.
“Are you going to be our driver?” Sawyer jokes with Matteo.
“And miss all the fun?”
“This is a job,” I say plainly.
“Just because it’s a job doesn’t mean we can’t make it fun,” Matteo swipes his thumb across the splattered blood that managed to get through his mask.
I ignore Matteo. “Could you have picked a more obvious car?” I ask Ryker.
“Mine is in the shop. It’s my dad’s car,” Ryker shrugs.
“I think we knew that,” Sawyer smirks.
When I told Ryker to get us a car, I didn’t mean a luxury vehicle that most people in our town can’t afford. He comes from a rich family, but we don’t need to broadcast that. I sit in silence and wait to be driven back to our place. It’s nothing fancy and I’m sure no one knows we stay here.
“I’ll pick a different car next time,” Ryker says to me.
I ignore him for the remainder of the car ride. I’m more interested in our next target. Sawyer found this guy while we were doing our weekly search. All of these people deserve to be eradicated from this earth. We intend to do just that.
We pull into Sunway Motel and pull around to the
back. I’m not sure why Ryker’s dad bought this shit hole, but I’m glad he did. Sawyer and I were sick of staying in run-down rooms. This place isn’t much better, but at least it has running water and electricity. They haven’t started the remodel of this place and from what Ryker has found out, it will be pretty nice. I suppose we will have to find another place to crash after that.
“I’m going to shower,” I say before disappearing into
the bathroom. I hear my room door open again and assume that Sawyer followed me. Matteo probably went into his room to jerk off since he is fucked up and the sight of blood thrills him. Honestly, it makes him a great asset to our group. I hear tires crunch on the gravel and know Ryker left to go home to his mansion. At first, I was on the fence about him, but Sawyer vouched for him. I knew if Sawyer could trust him then I could.
The shower curtain opens and Sawyer steps into the
shower with me. I don’t acknowledge him, and he sighs. “You know you don’t have to give me this silent treatment.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I say as I run myfingers through my thick hair. I feel Sawyer’s hands run down my torso and grip my cock. I open my eyes and look down to watch him take me into his mouth.
“Sawyer,” I groan.
He doesn’t stop and I’m not sure I want him to. I’m not gay and we sure as shit aren’t in a relationship. I don’t give a shit if someone is gay or straight. I just think of it as a release and I don’t care who gives it to me. Of course, my options are slim with my occupation. I don’t think I’ll ever meet someone who would want to join our group and is a woman.
Sawyer grabs my balls and squeezes them as he takes me deeper. I contemplate grabbing him and pushing him against the wall to fuck his ass, but it's too late. Sawyer hums and the vibration makes my balls tighten. Sawyer swallows every drop as I cum in his mouth.
Chapter Two
Brynne
I stare at the flowers and congratulatory card in my hand. I didn’t think the office would care much that I graduated with my PhD last week. The thought of people caring about my success gives me this weird feeling in my chest. I’ve been alone for most of my life, even when I wasn’t physically alone, I felt alone. I never had one constant in my life and I don’t think I would know what to do if I did. Just like I don’t know how to react to this.
I’m a therapist and still don’t know how to handle my feelings. How can you be a good therapist when you’re just as fucked up as your patients? I use this occupation for far more than helping my patients sort through their feelings. Originally I wanted to become a therapist to help myself, but shortly realized that there was no helping me. Now I just seek revenge and I’m pretty damn good at getting that.
“So do we have to start calling you Dr. Brynne Thornton now?” Dr. Adam Epson asks from my doorway. I hold up the card and nod toward him. “We all got them for you. Getting your PhD is a big deal,” he smiles. If I were any normal woman, he would be gorgeous, like settle down and make a family with gorgeous. Except I’m not a normal woman. I don’t think I will ever find someone who could wrap their little brain around what I do. I don’t know if I could juggle my plans on top of a relationship as well.
