A Sweet Sin

Bastian's POV The low hum of the city buzzed in the distance, a backdrop to the thrum of my heartbeat. I shouldn’t be here. Not now. Not with her. But the pull was stronger than my will. I hear my footsteps echo down the hallway, bouncing off the walls like a warning. I could feel the sweat dampening my palms, the tightness in my chest that came with knowing I was walking into a willing sin. The door stood before me, simple, wooden, yet so much heavier than it should be. Behind it was everything I should avoid. Everything I had no right to want, yet, I am unable to ignore the pull. HER. Lilith Morrell. I knew she was there waiting for me. I gritted my teeth, my hand hovering and shaking over the brass doorknob. The metal was cool, but within, I burned with the heat of a thousand forbidden desires. One twist, one pull, and I’d be on the other side. I’d told myself I could handle it, her. That I could stay in control, and keep the boundary between us clear. But the more I s

I couldn’t get the sound of her voice out of my head. Even after the call ended, even after I slammed the phone down, it lingered, her moans, the way she said “Daddy” like a sinful promise. It stuck to me, clung to my skin no matter how hard I tried to shake it off. I shouldn't want this. Not her. Not Lilith. But I did. I got dressed quickly, throwing on my usual suit, trying to focus on anything that wasn’t her. The office. The meeting with Marcus. Anything. Ha, yes, Marcus. My stomach twisted as his name floated to the surface of my mind. He was supposed to be my best friend. The man who trusted me above all others. And I... I was slowly betraying that trust in the most dangerous way possible. I walked to the window, staring out at the city below, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. The sun was already high, casting long shadows across the sky, but it did nothing to warm the cold pit of guilt that had settled deep in my chest. I thought about my daughter, Sofia, the w

Bastian’s POVThe sunlight streamed through the blinds, cutting across my office desk in harsh lines. I’d been sitting there for hours, staring at the stack of papers in front of me, trying to focus on the endless contracts and spreadsheets that demanded my attention. But all I could think about was last night. Lilith.Her messages, her pictures, it all replayed in my mind like a movie on loop. The way her body glistened, the curve of her breasts, the wetness between her legs. She was relentless. And no matter how much I tried to push her out of my thoughts, she refused to leave, I know right now, there is no salvation for me only damnation. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing a hand over my face. This has to stop, I told myself for what felt like the hundredth time. I had to get her out of my head. I had to. Yet, no matter what, she doesn't leave. One thing about temptation is, the more you fight it, the more you get pulled in.My phone buzzed, and my pulse quickened, knowing who it