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His Sinful Desire Chapter 58
ERICA The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing the kitchen in a soft golden glow. I tried to keep my head down and stay as far away from Raffael as possible. He was seated in the dining area, a newspaper folded neatly on the table and a stack of papers in front of him. His brow was furrowed in concentration, a pen in his hand as he occasionally jotted down notes. It was one of the rare moments when the house felt somewhat peaceful, even if the air was still heavy with his presence. I focused on scrubbing a stubborn stain off the counter, hoping he wouldn’t notice me. “Erica,” his deep voice cut through the silence, making me jump slightly. I turned around, gripping the cloth in my hand. “Yes?” “Coffee,” he said without looking up. “Bring me a cup.” I nodded quickly. “Right away.” Keeping my movements as quiet as possible, I set about making his coffee. The machine whirred softly, the aroma of freshly brewed espresso filling the air. As I poured the stea
Last Updated : 2025-01-01His Sinful Desire Chapter 59
ERICA The mop’s handle felt rough against my palm as I wrung out the damp cloth for the third time. I had been scrubbing the tiles in Raffael’s bedroom for almost half an hour, and the smell of disinfectant clung to my skin. My body ached from the punishment he had given me yesterday, the heat of the sun still haunting my memory. I could still feel the prickling sensation on my knees, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw his cold, unbothered expression as he told me to stay there until he decided I’d had enough. “Just focus,” I muttered to myself, trying to push the thoughts aside. The room was unnervingly spotless. His black bedsheets were always tucked in with military precision. His furniture gleamed under the soft glow of the overhead light. Even the air carried his scent—a mix of musk and cedarwood that felt suffocating. Cleaning his room felt like walking on thin ice; everything about him was sharp, calculated, and terrifying. I moved to the counter near the far wall, wipi
Last Updated : 2025-01-02His Sinful Desire Chapter 60
ERICA The sharp beam of headlights cut through the darkness, washing over me. I froze, clutching my bag so tightly to my chest that I felt the rough fabric dig into my palms. My heart pounded wildly, each thud echoing in my ears and drowning out the gentle symphony of chirping crickets.Why is he back so early? Did he forget anything? Damn! Of all the days he decided to come back early! Breathe, Erica. Think. I dropped to the ground, scrambling into the bushes near the gate. The thorny branches scratched my arms and snagged the hem of my shirt, but I barely noticed. My focus was entirely on keeping my breathing steady, shallow, silent. The car door opened. Even without seeing his face, I knew it was him. Raffael. His broad shoulders caught the faint glow of the car’s interior light. His movements were deliberate, calm. Every step he took exuded an unshakable confidence, as if he already knew exactly what he’d find. No. He couldn’t have seen me. He couldn’t. I pressed my body lo
Last Updated : 2025-01-03His Sinful Desire Chapter 61
ERICA I didn’t dare look back. Every part of me screamed to stop, to rest, but the fear pounding in my chest wouldn’t let me. My legs moved on their own, fueled by pure adrenaline, while the cold night air bit at my skin. My heart hammered wildly, my lungs burned, and every desperate breath felt like it wasn’t enough. Behind me, his voice rose, sharp and angry, cutting through the still night like a blade. “Erica! Stop!” Raffael’s shout carried authority, the kind that could make someone freeze on instinct. Not me. Not tonight. I gritted my teeth, pushing myself harder, my steps quick and uneven. “No!” I yelled over my shoulder, the word raw and trembling. My voice felt small, swallowed by the vast emptiness of the dark street. “I can’t! You don’t understand—I have to go!” “You’re only making this worse for yourself!” he bellowed. His voice sounded closer, and I felt a shiver run through me. “Stop now, or you’ll regret it!” Regret? His words pierced my mind, their meaning twis
Last Updated : 2025-01-04His Sinful Desire Chapter 62
ERICA When I opened my eyes, the whiteness almost blinded me. The room was so bright it felt unnatural, like stepping into a void. The walls, the ceiling, the sheets—everything was searingly white, almost sterile. A faint, rhythmic beeping filled the air, syncing with the pounding in my head. I blinked a few times, my vision blurry, and tried to move. The slightest shift made my head throb, the pain radiating down my neck. I groaned softly, squeezing my eyes shut. Where was I? The smell of antiseptic answered the question before my brain could catch up. A hospital. I was in a hospital. But why? Then it all hit me at once. Running. The woods. The tree. The crash. Raffael. The memories came in flashes, disjointed and overwhelming. I remembered his voice chasing me through the night, the fear that drove me to keep running, the moment my body slammed into the tree. My stomach turned, and a wave of nausea washed over me. I lifted my hand to touch my head, but something stopped me.
Last Updated : 2025-01-05His Sinful Desire Chapter 63
ERICA The white walls of the hospital room felt like they were closing in on me, suffocating me with their sterile brightness. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was a cruel metronome, marking the endless minutes I spent in silence. The ache in my chest had nothing to do with my injuries—it was the hollow emptiness of waiting. Waiting for him. It had been an entire day. Twenty-four hours since Raffael had walked out, his anger sharp and biting, his words cutting deeper than the wound on my head. I hadn’t expected him to apologize; that wasn’t who Raffael was. But I had expected… something. A glimpse of concern, even if it was disguised as irritation. I stared at the clock on the wall, the second hand ticking forward relentlessly. Morning had turned to afternoon, then evening, and still no sign of him. Why does it matter? I scolded myself. You wanted him to leave you alone. You wanted space. But the ache in my chest betrayed me. It did matter. And that infuriated me. I trie
Last Updated : 2025-01-06His Sinful Desire Chapter 64
ERICA My chest still heaved, the weight of what had just happened crushing me from the inside out. Clarissa’s words echoed in my ears like a broken record. “You’re nothing but a pest that needs to be exterminated.” She was gone now, but the fear lingered, crawling up my spine and settling in the pit of my stomach. My throat burned from the screams I hadn’t dared to let out. I stared at the door, half-expecting her to burst back in, pillow in hand, ready to finish what she’d started. But instead, it swung open slowly, and a different figure stepped in. Raffael. I didn’t know if I should feel relief or resentment. He strolled in with his usual commanding presence, his eyes sharp as they landed on me. “Still awake,” he said, his voice low but firm. He came closer, his gaze flickering over my face before settling on the untouched tray of food Romano had brought earlier. His expression darkened. “You haven’t eaten,” he snapped, picking up the tray and holding it in front of me like
Last Updated : 2025-01-07His Sinful Desire Chapter 65
ERICA The room was quiet, almost too quiet. The dim light of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the walls, and the muffled hum of the city filtered through the blinds. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, unable to shut my mind off. My body was still sore, but the real pain wasn’t physical. I shifted slightly in the bed, wincing as a dull ache shot through my ribs. The room smelled like antiseptic, sharp and sterile, reminding me that this wasn’t home—not that Raffael’s mansion ever felt like home either. Clarissa. Her name burned in my chest like acid. I couldn’t forget the look on her face when she leaned over me, pretending to care, her fake smile masking the venom underneath. She had kissed Raffael right in front of me, like she owned him, like she was marking her territory. And maybe she did own him. That thought sent a fresh wave of bitterness through me. Raffael hadn’t even noticed. He hadn’t noticed how tense I was, how I flinched every time Clarissa moved
Last Updated : 2025-01-08
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Erica’s POVThe car ride home was silent. Tense.Raffael’s grip on the wheel was tight, his knuckles white. His jaw was clenched, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his whole body radiated fury. The air inside the car was thick with unspoken words, a storm brewing between us that neither of us dared to unleash—yet.I sat stiffly in my seat, my arms crossed, my own anger simmering just beneath the surface. My heart was still pounding from the scene at the party. From the way Raffael had stormed over like I had committed some kind of crime. From the way he had grabbed me, dragged me out like I was his.He hadn’t said a word the entire drive, but I could feel the storm inside him.I refused to speak first.If he wanted to act like a raging lunatic, that was on him. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of explaining myself when I had nothing to explain.The second we pulled into the driveway, he killed the engine and got out without a word. I barely had time to unclasp my seatb
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Erica’s POVThe venue was grand—too grand, honestly. It was the kind of place where everything screamed wealth, from the crystal chandeliers dripping light over the ballroom to the marble floors that clicked softly under expensive heels. A symphony of laughter, murmured conversations, and the clinking of glasses filled the air, mingling with the scent of perfume and champagne.It was elegant. Luxurious. Completely suffocating.I adjusted the thin strap of my dress and tried not to groan out loud as yet another person approached Raffael, shaking his hand and exchanging polite conversation. I had been standing next to him for what felt like forever, smiling at strangers, nodding at things I wasn’t even listening to, and pretending I wasn’t absolutely exhausted.I wasn’t sure how much longer I could do this.“Raffael,” I leaned in, keeping my voice low. “I need to sit down.”His grip on my waist tightened slightly. “Just a little longer, cara.”“No,” I pulled back slightly, looking up at
His Sinful Desire Chapter 92
ERICA I stirred awake slowly, feeling the soft pull of consciousness dragging me out of sleep. The air was still, quiet, except for the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the room. My body felt heavy, cocooned in warmth, and for a moment, I wanted nothing more than to slip back into the comfort of sleep. But something felt… off. Like I wasn’t alone. A strange, prickling sensation crawled up my spine, the kind you get when you’re being watched. My brows furrowed as I shifted slightly, stretching my legs beneath the plush covers. The feeling didn’t go away. I hesitated before finally cracking my eyes open, my vision blurry at first. As the haze cleared, my gaze landed on the doorway—and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. Raffael. Standing there. Watching me. I shot up so fast that the blanket pooled around my waist. A startled gasp ripped from my throat. “Oh my God! What the hell are you doing?!” Raffael didn’t even flinch. He just leaned against the doorframe, arms cros
His Sinful Desire Chapter 91
ERICA The disposable camera hung loosely from my wrist as we walked out of the store, Raffael’s words still echoing in my head: “The real fun begins now.” I wasn’t sure what his idea of fun was, but so far, I had to admit he’d done a good job of keeping things lighthearted. The thought made me smile as we strolled down the street, his presence steady beside me. We’d spent the morning walking through the city, and though the camera was supposed to be for me to capture things that caught my attention, I noticed Raffael was snapping pictures, too—mostly of me when he thought I wasn’t looking. I called him out once, playfully swatting at his hand as he clicked another sneaky shot. “You’re supposed to be capturing the scenery, not stalking me with that thing.” “I am capturing the scenery,” he replied with a smirk. “You just happen to be the most interesting part of it.” I scoffed but couldn’t stop the heat from rising to my cheeks. I turned my attention to the bustling streets, takin
His Sinful Desire Chapter 90
ERICA The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, pulling me from my sleep. I stretched lazily, the ache of yesterday’s travel still lingering in my bones. For a moment, I lay there in silence, taking in the comfort of the plush bed beneath me. I hadn’t even realized how exhausted I was when we arrived yesterday. The moment we stepped into Raffael’s penthouse, sleep had taken over, leaving me with no energy to explore my surroundings. Sitting up, I finally took the time to look around the room. It was breathtaking—spacious yet intimate, with large windows that let in an abundance of natural light. The walls were a soft cream color, accented with abstract artwork that looked like it cost more than I could ever imagine. The furniture was sleek and modern, with a cozy touch that made the room feel warm despite its size. A large chandelier hung above, its crystals catching the morning light and scattering tiny rainbows across the walls. It felt like stepping into a dif
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ERICAThe early morning air was crisp and carried the faint scent of jet fuel as I followed Raffael onto his private jet. The sleek design of the aircraft, with its polished leather seats and pristine interior, screamed luxury, and I couldn’t help but feel out of place as I climbed the steps. This was a world I didn’t belong in, but here I was, trapped in it nonetheless. Raffael strode ahead of me, his presence commanding as always, while I trailed behind, trying not to let my nervousness show. This was the first time I’d been on a private jet, and the idea of being thousands of feet in the air in such close quarters with him made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t fully understand—or want to. I settled into one of the plush seats near the window, hoping to distract myself by staring out at the empty runway. Raffael sat across from me, already scrolling through his phone, completely unfazed by the extravagance surrounding us. I envied how calm and composed he always seemed, as if not
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ERICA I sat on the couch, a book open in my lap, my eyes glued to the same paragraph I’d read three times already. It was supposed to be an escape, something to keep my mind occupied, but tonight, it wasn’t working. My thoughts kept drifting, pulling me away from the plot and back to the darker corners of my mind. The book was one of those suspenseful thrillers, full of secrets and betrayals, the kind of story that would normally have me hooked. But every twist on the page only reminded me of the real-life twists that had unfolded recently. Every deceit, every bit of violence written so neatly in these chapters felt uncomfortably close to home. I couldn’t stop thinking about Chloe. She was gone, really gone. The realization still hit me like a cold slap every time it resurfaced. No matter how hard I tried to move past it, her face would flash in my mind—her smirks, her sneers, the way she’d always made me feel so small and out of place. Chloe and I had never been friends, not even
His Sinful Desire Chapter 87
CLARISSA I couldn’t stop pacing. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest, and every breath I took felt shallow and labored. Ray’s living room, usually calm and orderly, now felt like it was closing in on me. The walls seemed smaller, the air suffocating, and no matter how much I tried to slow my thoughts, they kept spiraling. My hands shook as I ran them through my hair, my palms clammy. “I can’t do this, Ray,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. My voice trembled, barely louder than a whisper, but it carried the weight of everything I was feeling. “Clarissa, stop,” Ray said for the fifth time, his voice low and calm, but it only frustrated me further. He stood by the couch, leaning against the armrest with his arms crossed, as though we were discussing something trivial. His composure made me want to scream. “Stop?” I snapped, spinning around to glare at him. “How do you expect me to stop when everything is falling apart? Chloe is dead, Ray!
His Sinful Desire Chapter 86
ERICA DAYS LATER This past few days had been… strange. Raffael had been unusually busy, barely around the house. It was almost like he’d disappeared into thin air. I couldn’t help but notice how he seemed to come home later and later every night. Not that I could complain—he’d practically ordered me to stay away from the club. His exact words were, “You’re not setting foot there for a while.” I didn’t know why, and I wasn’t about to press him for answers. A part of me was relieved, though. It meant I was temporarily free from being his personal maid or errand girl at the club. For once, I could just… exist. My days had settled into a quiet, repetitive rhythm: cleaning the house, reading whatever I could find in the mansion’s massive library, and taking long walks in the gardens. The nights, however, were different. Lonely. The mansion felt hollow without him here. Not that I’d admit it to myself, but his absence left an emptiness I didn’t know how to fill. I’d sit at the din
