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Raffael’s eyes narrowed as he observed Chloe’s body language, the nervous shift in her stance that betrayed her confident facade. Something about her story felt wrong—off, even. He crossed his arms, his gaze cold and calculating as he watched her attempt to stand her ground. "So," he said slowly, letting each word drop heavily, "you were with me last night. And yet… you left without getting paid?" Chloe hesitated, her eyes flickering for just a moment. Then she put on a look of exaggerated innocence, hands clasped in front of her like some devoted, selfless saint. "I—I didn’t want to wake you, Mr. Raffael," she stammered, voice thick with artificial concern. "You looked so peaceful, and I… I was worried. You seemed like you needed rest." Raffael’s jaw clenched. "Worried? You expect me to believe you left out of some kind of noble sympathy?" He took a slow step closer to her, the skepticism clear in his voice. "Let me get this straight, Chloe. You saw me passed out and thought to
His Sinful Desire Chapter 20
ERICA I trudged into the mansion early in the morning, every muscle in my body aching from another long, grueling night at the club. All I wanted was to crash into bed, shut out the world, and maybe get a few precious hours of sleep. But as I entered the living room, my steps slowed. Raffael and Clarissa were lounging on the sofa, and the second Clarissa spotted me, her eyes sparkled with malice. “Oh, look who’s finally crawling back,” she sneered, smirking. “Must be so proud of yourself, Erica. How does it feel, living like the trash you are?” I clenched my jaw and tried to walk past them, forcing myself to ignore her. I didn’t have the energy for this. But Clarissa wasn’t done. “Is that a bruise I see?” she mocked, laughing. “What, did you shake a little too hard for those desperate men throwing their pity cash at you?” I swallowed back my frustration, refusing to let her get under my skin. I’d dealt with worse. “Oh, don’t ignore me, Erica,” she drawled, her voice as sickly sw
His Sinful Desire Chapter 21
ERICA I stepped back, my heart racing as Raffael advanced, his eyes blazing with anger. I could feel the cold press of the wall behind me, nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from the fury in his gaze. Before I could say anything, his hand shot out, gripping my throat with a pressure that made me gasp, every breath a struggle. “Good for nothing,” he spat, his face just inches from mine. “All week, and this is what you bring me? This pathetic little pile of change?” I struggled, my fingers reaching up to claw at his hand, but he held tight. My voice was hoarse as I forced out, “I’m not killing myself just to make more” “Goddamit! Were you born stupid or you just love to act stupid huh?!” Raffael growled, pounding his fist on the wall which filled me more with an intense fright. “I can’t do more than this Raffael! Should I force the men to give me money there? Should I put a gun on their head and force them to empty their accounts on me because I am trying to please you?” The words
His Sinful Desire Chapter 22
ERICA I hadn’t even recovered from the shame and humiliation Raffael had put me through when Clarissa stormed in, fury in her eyes. She yanked me up from the ground with a painful grip, delivering a hard slap that took me by surprise and left me in total shock. “Clarissa…” I gasped, clutching the cheek she slapped. Another ear-splitting slap followed, her nails scratching my skin on impact. “How dare you!” Her lips curled in revulsion as she glared at me, my cheeks burning from the stinging pain of both slaps. Tears filled my eyes once again, my emotions a mixture of anger, pent-up frustration, and the sorrow I was drowning in. “Look at you! Filthy bastard! You had the nerve to go naked with my man, huh? Trying to seduce him?” Clarissa growled, gripping my hair and yanking my head back. I clutched her arm, gritting my teeth as I fought to free myself from her hold, but her grip was too tight. “Let me go, Clarissa! I didn’t do anything with your good-for-nothing man!” I’d had eno
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ERICA Later that night, as I finally settled into the stillness of my room, exhaustion washed over me. My cheek still throbbed from Clarissa’s earlier slap, and the memory of my confrontation with her lingered, bringing a tight, unsteady ache in my chest. Just as I was about to close my eyes, my phone vibrated against the bedside table, jolting me from my thoughts. I glanced at the caller ID. It was my younger sister, Lilibeth. A surge of worry pulsed through me as I picked up. "Lilibeth?" "Erica," she whispered, her voice laced with tension. “I… I need to see you.” I could hear the quiver in her voice, as if she was holding back tears. “Lilibeth, what’s going on? Are you okay?” I asked with a fright, my mind conjuring the worsts situations my sister could be subjected to. “Not really,” she murmured, sniffling. “I… I just miss you so much. They’re keeping me here, Erica. I feel like a prisoner.” My heart twisted painfully. I knew “they” meant Raffael’s people. He was still keep
His Sinful Desire Chapter 24
ERICA I had woken up early to prepare breakfast and clean the house so I’d have enough time to spend with my sister. I still couldn’t believe it! Raffael actually agreed to let my sister come see me, even after all the chaos yesterday. Of course, I knew it wasn’t without a price. He had made it clear—he wasn’t the type to give favors for free. I wondered what other games he had up his sleeve. Whatever the case, I would do my best to avoid him and Clarissa. It was noon now. The house was spotless, breakfast had been served hours ago, and I’d even prepared lunch, waiting for whenever Raffael and Clarissa decided they wanted to eat. As I sat in anticipation of Lilibeth’s arrival, the door to the living room opened, and Romano walked in, followed closely by my younger sister, Lilibeth. “Erica!” she squealed with joy, rushing past Romano to throw her arms around me in a tight hug. “Lily!” I hugged her back, feeling a warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time. “Oh, my heart,” I said, playf
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RAFFAEL I slammed the door shut behind us, and Clarissa barely flinched. She crossed her arms and tried to look innocent, but I wasn’t buying it. “What the hell were you thinking?” I demanded, my voice low but edged with anger. She blinked at me, feigning innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Don’t play dumb, Clarissa,” I snapped. “I know you were the one who started that mess with Erica and her sister. I had to support you out there, but don’t think for a second I didn’t notice what you were doing.” Her face twisted slightly, and then she let out a dramatic sigh, shrugging as if she’d been caught doing something trivial. “I just… I wanted to get back at Erica, okay?” she said, her tone edged with frustration. “She slapped me yesterday, Raffael. Slapped me. Do you know how humiliating that was?” “And dumping fruit over her sister’s head and slapping her back was supposed to solve that?” I took a step closer, glaring down at her. “Clarissa, that’s not getting back
His Sinful Desire Chapter 26
Clarissa stormed into the house, slamming the door behind her with a frustrated huff. Her face was flushed with anger, her jaw set in a determined line. Mrs. Taylor Cutter, her mother, looked up from the magazine she’d been reading in the living room, her perfectly manicured eyebrows lifting in surprise. “Clarissa, what on earth has gotten into you?” she asked, setting her magazine down and giving her daughter a concerned look. Clarissa’s eyes narrowed, and she flopped dramatically onto the couch. “It’s Raffael, Mother,” she said, voice trembling with a mixture of sadness and fury. “I… I don’t even know what to do anymore.” Mrs. Cutter’s brow furrowed. “What has he done now?” Her voice was laced with irritation, though her gaze was sharp. She leaned forward, watching her daughter closely. Clarissa let out an exaggerated sigh, clutching a pillow to her chest as if to console herself. “He’s been ignoring me. He hardly even looks at me anymore, all because of… her,” she spat, pra
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Raffael’s icy presence filled the room as he stood at the entrance, eyes scanning over the girls who had been dancing with the men just moments ago. The music still thumped loudly, but the tension in the air was like a heavy storm waiting to break. He didn’t need to say much. The armed ladies were already moving toward the men whom the girls had been entertaining. “Leave this place,” Raffael’s voice was calm but deadly. “Now.” The man closest to him, a burly figure with a thick beard, turned and scoffed, trying to mask his unease with bravado. “We paid much to have them tonight. We’ll leave when we’re ready. You can have them later.” Without warning, Raffael’s fist connected with the man’s gut, a sickening thud echoing through the space. The man gasped, stumbling backward, clutching his stomach, blood spilling from his lips as he hit the ground with a thud. Raffael didn’t flinch, his cold stare unwavering. “If I repeat myself, you’d be dead.” The other men froze, their faces
His Sinful Desire Chapter 36
Clarissa stormed into Ray’s office, her heels clicking against the tiled floor with urgency. Ray looked up from his cluttered desk, his expression morphing from surprise to confusion as he saw her standing in front of him, her hands gripping the back of the chair across from him. “Clarissa,” he began, leaning back slightly. “What brings you here? You don’t usually…” “Raffael is on his way,” she interrupted, her tone sharp and urgent. Ray’s brows knitted together, perplexed. “Raffael? Here? Why? What’s going on?” Clarissa rolled her eyes, her frustration evident. “Why else would he be coming? It is because of Erica ofcourse. That stupid girl that somehow found a way to turn our lives upside down” The name dripped from her lips like venom. Ray sat up straighter, his confusion deepening. “Erica? What did she do now?” “That lousy new stripper reported some nonsense about being bullied in the club. And under your watch, no less,” Clarissa snapped. “She even showed Raffael some
His Sinful Desire Chapter 35
ERICA I stood in the kitchen, my hands busy chopping vegetables for the salad, while my mind wandered elsewhere. The house was eerily quiet except for the faint sound of laughter coming from the living room. Raffael and Clarissa. I didn’t need to peek around the corner to know what was going on. Her high-pitched giggles and the sound of his low murmurs were enough to paint a picture. I tried not to think about it as I moved to set the table. The clinking of plates and cutlery against the wooden surface was louder than I expected, almost like it was trying to drown out the scene in my head. But as I turned to grab the glasses, my eyes accidentally landed on them. Clarissa was perched on Raffael’s lap, her perfectly manicured fingers tracing his jawline as she leaned in for a kiss. His arm rested lazily around her waist, his hand splayed possessively on her lower back. I quickly looked away, but a strange discomfort settled in my chest. Why does this bother me? I shook the thought
His Sinful Desire Chapter 34
ERICA I woke up to a pounding headache and the faint smell of something unfamiliar—leather? It took a moment for my blurry eyes to adjust to the dim light streaming through my bedroom window. The ache in my head deepened as I sat up, but the sight that greeted me froze me mid-motion. Raffael. He was seated in the armchair next to my bed, his legs crossed, his expression unreadable. He wasn’t just here; he was staring at me, like he’d been waiting for me to wake up. “What the…” I croaked, my voice hoarse. “What are you doing here?” “Good morning to you too,” he replied, his tone clipped. “You don’t remember?” My mind raced, the throbbing in my head making it harder to think. “Remember what?” Raffael stood, his imposing figure towering over me as he walked to the side of the bed. “Last night. You don’t remember anything?” And just like that, the memories slammed into me like a freight train. Running down the dark alley, the thugs chasing me. The pizza. Sitting in the m
His Sinful Desire Chapter 33
RAFFAEL I led Erica into the restaurant, a modest, late-night pizza joint that smelled of melted cheese and warm dough. The kind of place you’d miss if you weren’t looking for it. She stumbled slightly as we stepped inside, her fingers gripping my arm tighter than I expected. “Easy there,” I muttered, steadying her. “You’re not exactly graceful right now.” She tilted her head back to look at me, her lips pulling into a lopsided smile. “Oh, come on, Raffael. Where’s your sense of fun? Live a little.” “I am living. I just prefer to do it without making a scene.” She rolled her eyes and let go of my arm, staggering toward an empty table. “You’re no fun. And you think I’m the problem.” I sighed, following her to the table. She plopped down unceremoniously, resting her elbows on the surface and staring at the laminated menu like it held the secrets to the universe. “Do they have pizza with extra cheese?” she asked, her voice suddenly serious. “It’s a pizza place. Of course,
His Sinful Desire Chapter 32
RAFFAEL I slowed the car, eyes narrowing as a figure suddenly darted into the road ahead, illuminated by my headlights. My heart lurched, and I slammed the brakes, tires screeching. “What the—” I growled, gripping the wheel as the car came to a jerking halt. The figure froze, then stumbled forward, their arms flailing for balance. My stomach knotted when I realized who it was. Erica. She turned, wide-eyed, her face pale under the harsh beam of my headlights. I heard her shriek in fear, shielding her face with one arm as if that would stop the car. Before I could process her idiocy, movement caught my eye—several shadows emerging from the alley behind her. Men, closing in fast. “Dio mio,” I muttered under my breath. My instincts flared, and I shoved the door open, stepping out into the cold night air. “Erica!” I barked, my voice slicing through the stillness like a blade. Her gaze darted toward me, her expression a strange mix of fear and relief. “Raffael…” she bre
His Sinful Desire Chapter 31
ERICA The thumping bass vibrated through my body as I stepped onto the stage. The lights flashed, blinding me momentarily, but I kept my eyes focused on the pole in front of me. I spun, my heels clicking sharply against the floor, trying to block out the crowd, pretending I wasn’t there at all. But then, I noticed him. A man in the corner of the room. He was big, covered in tattoos, piercings glinting in the harsh lights. His eyes were dark, almost unnervingly so, and they were locked on me, like he was trying to peel me open, read me. I couldn’t shake the feeling he was watching me too closely. When my routine ended, he waved me over, his hand beckoning like I was his to command. “Come join me darling.” He rasped. I hesitated for a moment, which elicited a scowl on his face, “Oh do you think I can’t afford a cheap slut like you?” Gulping down my uneasiness, I then forced my legs to carry me toward him. I sat down next to him, feeling the weight of his gaze press against
His Sinful Desire Chapter 30
RAFFAEL The room felt suffocating, the air thick with the smell of stale cigars and frustration. I sat at the head of the long table, watching my capos argue like children fighting over scraps. Their voices blurred into a droning buzz, each word chipping away at my patience. Marco, my eldest and most level-headed capo, leaned forward, stabbing a finger on the map spread across the table. “This isn’t just one shipment, Raffael. It’s three. Someone’s hijacking our goods and selling them before they even hit the shore.” Luca nodded, his dark eyes narrowed. “We have reason to believe they’re getting help from someone inside the port authority. If we don’t act—” I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to focus, but it was like my brain had short-circuited. My thoughts kept drifting to her. Erica. Why her? Why now? I clenched my fists under the table, the memory of her defiance flashing in my mind. No woman had ever looked me in the eye the way she did, like she didn’t care who
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Erica’s POV The silence in the kitchen felt suffocating after Raffael’s mother stormed out, leaving me shaken. My hands trembled as I scrubbed at an already clean countertop, trying to focus on anything other than the memory of the juice spilling over my dress and her cruel words. "Gold digger," she’d called me. As if I’d chosen this life. As if I wanted to be here. I didn’t notice Raffael until he was standing in the doorway, his tall figure casting a shadow across the room. My heart sank at the sight of him. His expression was dark, his jaw set tight. I could see the tension rolling off him like a thunderstorm about to break. “Erica,” he said sharply, his voice clipped. I froze, clutching the rag in my hand like a lifeline. “Yes, sir?” His eyes narrowed at my tone, the formal distance I always tried to maintain. “Drop the act,” he said, stepping further into the room. “I just had to listen to my mother rant about you for what seemed like an eternity, and I’m not in the moo
