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His Sinful Desire Chapter 70
RAFFAEL The low hum of bass pulsed through the club as I stepped inside, my usual calm unraveling with every step I took. The dim lights, the scent of expensive liquor, and the cacophony of voices grated against my nerves tonight. None of it mattered. My focus was on her—Erica. I scanned the room briefly before heading toward the bar, signaling for one of the female staff. She hurried over, her gaze flickering nervously as she met my eyes. “Where’s Erica?” I asked, my voice steady but laced with an edge that warned her not to test my patience. “She’s busy,” the girl stammered, wringing her hands. “She’s in the middle of entertaining a client—” “I don’t care,” I cut her off, my tone dropping. “Bring her to me. Now.” Her face paled, but she hesitated. “S-she’s in the executive lounge,” she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. I nodded once, dismissing her with a sharp glance. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I turned on my heel and made my way to the executive loung
Last Updated : 2025-01-13His Sinful Desire Chapter 71
RAFFAEL DAYS LATER The contract in front of me blurred as I tried, for the fifth time, to focus on it. Numbers and clauses swirled on the page, meaningless. My pen hovered above the dotted line, but my hand didn’t move. It wasn’t the deal that bothered me—it was solid, lucrative even. Yet, no matter how much I told myself to pay attention, my thoughts drifted. To her. And him. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. Jordan. A sudden regular patron of the club. The guy’s name was an itch I couldn’t scratch. I’d noticed he had always been asking for Erica. Always lingering. He spent generously, which, on paper, should’ve pleased me. The whole point of this business was to rake in cash, and she was doing exactly that. A loyal, generous client like him was a jackpot. But every time I saw him with her, I felt the same sharp pang of irritation. He looked at her like he knew her, like he had the right to laugh with her, to sit too close and touch her hand. And she didn’t stop him.
Last Updated : 2025-01-14His Sinful Desire Chapter 72
CLARISSA I woke up to a throbbing ache in my skull, the kind that made my entire body feel like it weighed a ton. The room smelled faintly of alcohol and cheap cologne, and the sheets around me were tangled and suffocating. For a few seconds, I was disoriented, my mind foggy from whatever had fueled last night’s disaster. But then it hit me like a freight train—the club, the drinks, the tears, Ray. Panic gripped me, icy and relentless. I turned my head, almost unwillingly, and there he was. Ray. Lying on his back, his chest bare and his face calm, as though this was just another ordinary morning for him. His dark hair was tousled, his features relaxed in sleep. It made me sick. I sat up so fast that the room tilted, and I had to steady myself by grabbing the edge of the bed. My heart pounded as memories from last night rushed back in disjointed flashes—his voice coaxing me, his hands on my skin, and the alcohol that made it all feel like a haze. My stomach twisted in revulsion. “W
Last Updated : 2025-01-15His Sinful Desire Chapter 73
ERICA The music thumped through the walls of the private lounge, muffled but persistent, a constant reminder of where I was. The air inside was thick, dimly lit by the faint glow of the neon signs outside. I sat across from Jordan, my only friend, the only person who felt like a piece of my past in a world I barely recognized anymore. His expression was a mixture of determination and concern, and his hands rested on the table between us, palms up, as if he was physically offering me something I couldn’t take. “Erica, you can’t keep doing this,” he said, his voice steady but filled with frustration. “This isn’t you. It’s not the girl I grew up with.” I avoided his gaze, staring down at my hands. “That girl doesn’t exist anymore, Jordan.” “That’s not true,” he said firmly. “She’s sitting right in front of me. You’re just stuck in this… situation, but you’re still her. And you can get out of this. We can get you out.” I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head. “You don’t understan
Last Updated : 2025-01-17His Sinful Desire Chapter 74
ERICA Raffael’s glare burned into me like fire, his jaw clenched so tight I could almost hear his teeth grinding. “Who the hell do you think you are, Erica?” His voice was low but filled with so much venom it made my chest tighten. “Entertaining your little lovers under my roof?” My heart sank as I stood frozen, trying to steady my breathing. “Raffael, it’s not what you think—” “Not what I think?” He cut me off, his voice rising. “I walk into my club and see you trying to lock lips with some nobody, and you dare tell me it’s not what I think? Don’t insult my intelligence.” “It’s none of your business!” I snapped, my voice shaking but firm. “You own my debt, not me. My personal life has nothing to do with you.” His laugh was cold, cruel, and sharp enough to make my skin crawl. “Nothing to do with me? Everything you do has to do with me, Erica. You’re mine until your debt is paid, and I don’t take kindly to being disrespected.” I felt a surge of anger rise in my chest. “Yo
Last Updated : 2025-01-18His Sinful Desire Chapter 75
ERICA The ride home was suffocating. The silence between us was loud—deafening, really. Raffael didn’t say a word, but I could feel his anger like a storm brewing in the cramped space of the car. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white, his jaw clenched, and his eyes fixed on the road like it had personally offended him. I wanted to say something, to defend myself, but the weight of his fury kept me frozen. What could I say, anyway? He wouldn’t believe me. He never did. I stared out the window, the neon lights of the city blurring into streaks of color as we sped through the streets. My chest was tight, my mind racing with everything that had happened. Jordan’s face kept flashing in my head—how he’d tried to protect me, how he’d offered to help even when he had so little to give. And how Raffael had beaten him for it. My stomach churned at the memory, guilt and anger mixing into a toxic cocktail. Jordan didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve to be dragged
Last Updated : 2025-01-19His Sinful Desire Chapter 76
RAFFAELI woke up earlier than usual, the sunlight streaming through the windows irritating my already pissed mood. The faint sound of birds chirping outside did nothing to soften my disposition. I’d barely slept last night, my mind replaying the argument with Erica over and over. Her sharp words still stung, but I brushed it off. She’d learn her place soon enough.I threw on a shirt and headed downstairs, expecting the usual smell of coffee brewing and breakfast sizzling on the stove. But when I walked into the kitchen, I was met with silence—and an empty countertop. My brows furrowed as I glanced around. The table wasn’t set, and the kitchen was untouched.“What the hell?” I muttered under my breath.I waited for a minute, expecting Erica to come rushing in, offering some half-hearted apology for being late. But there was nothing. Just more silence.My irritation flared. She was pushing her limits again. After last night, she should’ve known better than to test my patience. I storme
Last Updated : 2025-01-20His Sinful Desire Chapter 77
Clarissa pushed her way into the club, her heart pounding harder than the bass reverberating through the walls. The usual haze of smoke and neon lights felt suffocating, but she barely noticed. Panic gripped her chest like a vice, making it hard to breathe. Her eyes darted across the room, searching desperately until they locked on Ray. He was lounging in his usual corner booth in the VIP section, his signature smirk in place as he held a glass of whiskey. The sight of him brought no comfort—only more fear. Without hesitation, she moved toward him, weaving through the crowd with shaky steps. When she reached the booth, Ray glanced up, his smirk widening briefly before his brow furrowed. “Clarissa,” he drawled, leaning back against the plush leather. “What’s got you in such a rush? You look like—” “Shut up,” she snapped, sliding into the seat across from him. Her voice was trembling, her hands gripping her purse like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “I need to talk to
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ERICA The world felt distant and heavy, like I was trapped under a suffocating weight I couldn’t push off. My head throbbed, and my body ached as if I’d been wrung dry and left to freeze. Blinking slowly, I tried to focus on the blurry shapes around me. They shifted and sharpened until I could make out the outline of a man in white—a doctor—fussing over an IV bag that was connected to my arm. My gaze drifted, searching for something familiar, and then I saw him. Raffael. He stood near the doctor, his arms crossed tightly against his chest, his face etched with a tension I rarely saw in him. He looked… worried? No, that couldn’t be right. Raffael didn’t worry. Not about me. I tried to move, but the effort sent a wave of pain through my body, pulling a weak groan from my lips. Immediately, Raffael’s head snapped toward me. His eyes locked on mine, relief softening the hard lines of his jaw. “Erica,” he said, his voice lower and gentler than I’d ever heard it. He stepped closer, h
His Sinful Desire Chapter 77
Clarissa pushed her way into the club, her heart pounding harder than the bass reverberating through the walls. The usual haze of smoke and neon lights felt suffocating, but she barely noticed. Panic gripped her chest like a vice, making it hard to breathe. Her eyes darted across the room, searching desperately until they locked on Ray. He was lounging in his usual corner booth in the VIP section, his signature smirk in place as he held a glass of whiskey. The sight of him brought no comfort—only more fear. Without hesitation, she moved toward him, weaving through the crowd with shaky steps. When she reached the booth, Ray glanced up, his smirk widening briefly before his brow furrowed. “Clarissa,” he drawled, leaning back against the plush leather. “What’s got you in such a rush? You look like—” “Shut up,” she snapped, sliding into the seat across from him. Her voice was trembling, her hands gripping her purse like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “I need to talk to
His Sinful Desire Chapter 76
RAFFAELI woke up earlier than usual, the sunlight streaming through the windows irritating my already pissed mood. The faint sound of birds chirping outside did nothing to soften my disposition. I’d barely slept last night, my mind replaying the argument with Erica over and over. Her sharp words still stung, but I brushed it off. She’d learn her place soon enough.I threw on a shirt and headed downstairs, expecting the usual smell of coffee brewing and breakfast sizzling on the stove. But when I walked into the kitchen, I was met with silence—and an empty countertop. My brows furrowed as I glanced around. The table wasn’t set, and the kitchen was untouched.“What the hell?” I muttered under my breath.I waited for a minute, expecting Erica to come rushing in, offering some half-hearted apology for being late. But there was nothing. Just more silence.My irritation flared. She was pushing her limits again. After last night, she should’ve known better than to test my patience. I storme
His Sinful Desire Chapter 75
ERICA The ride home was suffocating. The silence between us was loud—deafening, really. Raffael didn’t say a word, but I could feel his anger like a storm brewing in the cramped space of the car. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white, his jaw clenched, and his eyes fixed on the road like it had personally offended him. I wanted to say something, to defend myself, but the weight of his fury kept me frozen. What could I say, anyway? He wouldn’t believe me. He never did. I stared out the window, the neon lights of the city blurring into streaks of color as we sped through the streets. My chest was tight, my mind racing with everything that had happened. Jordan’s face kept flashing in my head—how he’d tried to protect me, how he’d offered to help even when he had so little to give. And how Raffael had beaten him for it. My stomach churned at the memory, guilt and anger mixing into a toxic cocktail. Jordan didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve to be dragged
His Sinful Desire Chapter 74
ERICA Raffael’s glare burned into me like fire, his jaw clenched so tight I could almost hear his teeth grinding. “Who the hell do you think you are, Erica?” His voice was low but filled with so much venom it made my chest tighten. “Entertaining your little lovers under my roof?” My heart sank as I stood frozen, trying to steady my breathing. “Raffael, it’s not what you think—” “Not what I think?” He cut me off, his voice rising. “I walk into my club and see you trying to lock lips with some nobody, and you dare tell me it’s not what I think? Don’t insult my intelligence.” “It’s none of your business!” I snapped, my voice shaking but firm. “You own my debt, not me. My personal life has nothing to do with you.” His laugh was cold, cruel, and sharp enough to make my skin crawl. “Nothing to do with me? Everything you do has to do with me, Erica. You’re mine until your debt is paid, and I don’t take kindly to being disrespected.” I felt a surge of anger rise in my chest. “Yo
His Sinful Desire Chapter 73
ERICA The music thumped through the walls of the private lounge, muffled but persistent, a constant reminder of where I was. The air inside was thick, dimly lit by the faint glow of the neon signs outside. I sat across from Jordan, my only friend, the only person who felt like a piece of my past in a world I barely recognized anymore. His expression was a mixture of determination and concern, and his hands rested on the table between us, palms up, as if he was physically offering me something I couldn’t take. “Erica, you can’t keep doing this,” he said, his voice steady but filled with frustration. “This isn’t you. It’s not the girl I grew up with.” I avoided his gaze, staring down at my hands. “That girl doesn’t exist anymore, Jordan.” “That’s not true,” he said firmly. “She’s sitting right in front of me. You’re just stuck in this… situation, but you’re still her. And you can get out of this. We can get you out.” I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head. “You don’t understan
His Sinful Desire Chapter 72
CLARISSA I woke up to a throbbing ache in my skull, the kind that made my entire body feel like it weighed a ton. The room smelled faintly of alcohol and cheap cologne, and the sheets around me were tangled and suffocating. For a few seconds, I was disoriented, my mind foggy from whatever had fueled last night’s disaster. But then it hit me like a freight train—the club, the drinks, the tears, Ray. Panic gripped me, icy and relentless. I turned my head, almost unwillingly, and there he was. Ray. Lying on his back, his chest bare and his face calm, as though this was just another ordinary morning for him. His dark hair was tousled, his features relaxed in sleep. It made me sick. I sat up so fast that the room tilted, and I had to steady myself by grabbing the edge of the bed. My heart pounded as memories from last night rushed back in disjointed flashes—his voice coaxing me, his hands on my skin, and the alcohol that made it all feel like a haze. My stomach twisted in revulsion. “W
His Sinful Desire Chapter 71
RAFFAEL DAYS LATER The contract in front of me blurred as I tried, for the fifth time, to focus on it. Numbers and clauses swirled on the page, meaningless. My pen hovered above the dotted line, but my hand didn’t move. It wasn’t the deal that bothered me—it was solid, lucrative even. Yet, no matter how much I told myself to pay attention, my thoughts drifted. To her. And him. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. Jordan. A sudden regular patron of the club. The guy’s name was an itch I couldn’t scratch. I’d noticed he had always been asking for Erica. Always lingering. He spent generously, which, on paper, should’ve pleased me. The whole point of this business was to rake in cash, and she was doing exactly that. A loyal, generous client like him was a jackpot. But every time I saw him with her, I felt the same sharp pang of irritation. He looked at her like he knew her, like he had the right to laugh with her, to sit too close and touch her hand. And she didn’t stop him.
His Sinful Desire Chapter 70
RAFFAEL The low hum of bass pulsed through the club as I stepped inside, my usual calm unraveling with every step I took. The dim lights, the scent of expensive liquor, and the cacophony of voices grated against my nerves tonight. None of it mattered. My focus was on her—Erica. I scanned the room briefly before heading toward the bar, signaling for one of the female staff. She hurried over, her gaze flickering nervously as she met my eyes. “Where’s Erica?” I asked, my voice steady but laced with an edge that warned her not to test my patience. “She’s busy,” the girl stammered, wringing her hands. “She’s in the middle of entertaining a client—” “I don’t care,” I cut her off, my tone dropping. “Bring her to me. Now.” Her face paled, but she hesitated. “S-she’s in the executive lounge,” she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. I nodded once, dismissing her with a sharp glance. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I turned on my heel and made my way to the executive loung
