Alpha Sin (mind control erotica)
Angela's tired of her husband Henry's meekness. She wants a real man, and their gardener Carlos just isn't cutting it anymore. When she hears about the successes the other witches are having with their own wishes, she decides to try and make her husband more of a real man... and gets more than she bargained for! More
The 13 Shades of Sin series tells the story of a modern coven of witches who've accidentally summoned a pagan sex god. Each of them gets a wish. Each of them has a need. None of them are prepared for the consequences.
Angela's tired of her husband Henry's meekness. She wants a real man, and their gardener Carlos just isn't cutting it anymore. When she hears about the successes the other witches are having with their own wishes, she decides to try and make her husband more of a real man... and gets more than she bargained for!
This 4500 word story contains scenes of hot rough sex and infidelity.
When the cab pulled up in front of the house, she quickly stepped away from the window so as to avoid looking too eager. Oh, is that you, Henry? I hadn’t noticed your return. How was your trip? And then he’d take her in his arms and kiss her, deeply. She’d swoon. She knew she would.
She sat on a stool near the kitchen counter, trying several times to arrange herself as casually as possible, finally deciding on demurely crossed-legs with a magazine in hand.
The front door opened, and in walked Henry, jacket over one arm, hat on his head. He looked, she thought, exhausted, but not in the way he usually was. It was a good sign. He stood up straight, not slouched, and his head didn’t hang. Instead of avoiding eye contact, his gaze sought out hers almost instantly.
Angela’s anticipation spiked, and she looked up from the magazine she wasn’t reading. “Hey, honey, how was your trip?”
He was next to her in seconds, baggage dropped by the door, a growl in his throat, eyes narrowed. His strong fingers were at her throat, gripping her jaw, turning her face towards him. She was too surprised to do much other than yelp as he crushed his lips against hers. She let out a muffled cry of surprise and shock; the action was so unexpected, so uncharacteristic, she literally had no idea what to do.
“Henry, what—” she managed to turn her face aside from his.
His answer was to stand her up and half-slam her against the wall, pinning one of her wrists above her head, the other held tightly at her side, and press his lips against the soft flesh of her neck. She felt his hard teeth gripping tender skin, and gasped.