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His Sinful Desire Chapter 8
ERICA With shaky hands and an anxious heart, I set the tray of toast and the coffee pot on the dining table, my heart beating rapidly with every second that ticked by. Raffael, who already had a scowl drawn on his face, watched me closely. I could feel his piercing gaze on me, but I dared not connect my eyes to his. I could tell he was angry; he didn’t even need to say it. His jaws were clenched so tightly that they could slice through the air itself. Opposite him, Clarissa sat, obviously enjoying the tension simmering in the air, an impudent smile coating her face. I turned to leave when Raffael’s hoarse voice called me back, “Erica.” Timidly, I spun around. “Yes, sir,” I replied. “What time is it?” he calmly asked, his face suddenly void of any emotion. I took a side glance at the wall clock and swallowed the lump in my throat. It was already 8:30. “8:30, sir,” I muttered under my breath. “And when did I say breakfast must be ready? Huh?” The words rolled out of
His Sinful Desire Chapter 9
ERICA With each step I took into the dimly lit room, my heart raced like a runaway train. The club was alive with flashing lights, loud music, and the scent of alcohol and sweat. The heavy bass vibrated through my chest, but it couldn’t drown out the anxiety roaring inside me. I felt naked, though I wasn’t fully bare—just barely covered in thin straps of lace that left very little to the imagination. My legs felt like jelly as I made my way to the center of the room, trying to ignore the way the men's eyes followed me, drinking in every inch of my exposed skin. I hated how I felt so vulnerable, so out of place. But I didn’t have a choice. Not when he had my life—and my sister’s—tied up in his hands. Swallowing my nerves, I took my place on the stage, gripping the pole as if it were the only thing keeping me standing. The music shifted into a sultry rhythm, and I forced myself to move. My hips swayed, my hands running over my body. A shiver ran down my spine as I spun around the po
His Sinful Desire Chapter 10
Clarissa’s heels clicked against the marble floor of the club's hallway as she moved with purpose, her lips twisted into a sly smile. Erica had dared to slap on of Raffael’s top client and now she had gotten the opportunity she was waiting for, the opportunity to remind Raffael that Erica was nothing but a liability. Spotting Ray, the club manager, slumped against the bar, she approached him, voice dripping with practiced concern. “Ray,” she said softly, touching his arm. He looked up, his face still flushed with embarrassment and anger. “I’m sorry for what happened not too long ago. Raffael will definitely think you are being incompetent in handling his club and his clients” “Exactly. How can I tell Raffael that we just lost some of our top patronizers because of that new girl? I’d be done for! I’d loose my job” Ray groaned in frustration. Clarissa replied with a dramatic sigh, “I warned Raffael about her lack of professionalism, but he didn’t listen. He actually seemed… fond
His Sinful Desire Chapter 11
RAFFAEL The air in my office was thick with tension, punctuated by the heavy footsteps of Darion as he paced back and forth, his frustration palpable. He was seething, and I knew that what had transpired at the club few days ago was eating away at him. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, waiting for him to tire himself out. He was a hothead on a good day, but after Erica slapped him, I could feel the storm brewing. “Do you have any idea how humiliating that was?” Darion snapped, halting in front of me, his face flushed. “I can’t believe you let that little bitch slap me and didn’t do a damn thing about it!” “What would you want me to do? Kill her?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Send that damn thing out of the club! Fire her!” He snapped. “Fire her? Because she slapped you? That girl owes me a huge sum of money. She ain’t leaving until she pays back every dime” I responded, trying so hard to manage my growing annoyance at the way Darion was fussing like a c
His Sinful Desire Chapter 12
ERICA Ever since my encounter with Raffael few days ago, it’s been a mental torture for me. We’ve been stumbling into the each other in the house. It was like he was everywhere I went. In the kitchen, garden, laundry room, store room, garage, the list could go on and on. And with every meet, his stare lingered a bit too long on me, dark and coated with disgust like I was covered in shit. And Clarissa? She never spared a minute to make my life miserable whenever she was around. I pushed open the door to Raffael’s room with a soft knock, carrying a bucket and a mop to clean the tiled floors. I had not expected anyone to be inside, so I didn’t glance up until I heard his voice—a low, irritated murmur. “Do you not knock, Erica?” My head snapped up, and my breath caught. Raffael stood by the mirror, half-dressed, his shirt hanging open. He was close enough that I could see the dampness in his dark hair, the slight glisten of water on his chest, and I froze, caught between the
His Sinful Desire Chapter 13
ERICA It felt like time had frozen. The sound of the door opening behind me made my heart stop, and I turned just in time to see Clarissa’s face twisted with fury. Her eyes darted between Raffael and me, narrowing as if she had stumbled upon the greatest betrayal. “What’s going on here?” Her voice was sharp, slicing through the air. I quickly stood up and stepped back. Raffael didn’t answer at first, his face unreadable as he continued to watch me with that same piercing intensity. “Oh so suddenly every one is mute? Damn! What the hell is going on here?!” Clarissa yelled. My mind raced, thinking of an explanation to cover up the comprising situation I had found myself in. Because I knew what this meant for me—Clarissa would intensify her actions in making my life here unbearable. But would she believe me if I told her Raffael made me do it? What if he denied it? It was his word against mine! “Amore Mio, you should have informed me before coming” Raffael flashed Claris
His Sinful Desire Chapter 14
ERICA I quickly pulled on my casual clothes—a flowery gown and a jacket—dressing as fast as I could so I could leave the club. It was already six in the morning, and I needed to get home to prepare breakfast for Raffael. And probably Clarissa, if she was around. Just the thought of going back to that house sent chills down my spine. It was luxurious but felt like a nightmare to live in. The sting of Clarissa’s slap yesterday was still fresh in my mind. She despises me because of Raffael, and he only makes things worse, complicating everything for me. If Raffael hadn’t stepped in, I dreaded to think what would’ve happened to my face. I took a deep breath, hung my bag over my shoulder, and gazed at myself in the mirror. My thoughts drifted to memories of my mother when she was still alive. Life was good back then. I was a simple young girl who adored her parents. My mother was pregnant with Lilibeth, and my father hadn’t become the monster he is now. Now, life has shown me
His Sinful Desire Chapter 15
ERICA Raffael grabbed my arm and dragged me down the alley, his grip firm but not painful. My heart was pounding from what just happened, and my legs felt like they could give out at any second, but I let him pull me along in silence. He opened the door to his car and practically shoved me inside, slamming it shut before moving to the driver’s side and sliding in beside me. As he started the engine, the silence was suffocating. His face was a mask of fury, eyes dark and fixed straight ahead, his jaw clenched tightly. The car roared to life, and he sped off, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. I wanted to say something, anything, to break the silence, but I couldn’t find my voice. The memory of him pulling that gun and shooting Darion flashed in my mind. He did it so quickly, without hesitation—just to protect me. I didn’t know if I should feel grateful or terrified. My hands trembled slightly, and I clutched my bag against my chest, shrinking
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His Sinful Desire Chapter 41
ERICA Hot breath hovered over my skin, teeth grazing my flesh, and nails digging deep into it. I could feel his arousal hard against me as he caged me, his body firmly pressed onto mine. Bruising kisses scattered across my skin, and I whimpered, too drained to even scream or fight back. “Tonight, I’ll show you exactly what you are,” his dark tone whispered into my ear. “Raffael!” I screamed, jolting upright from the bed at once. My breath came in labored and rugged, sweat beads coating my forehead even though the room wasn’t hot at all. I placed a hand on my chest, trying to steady my frantic breathing and heartbeat as I felt my heart sink into my stomach. Trailing my gaze to the clock in my room, I was shocked to find it was ten minutes past six. Had I slept through the entire day? Hurriedly, I stepped out of bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up so I could prepare dinner. Ever since my terrible encounter with Raffael at the club a few days ago, where he practica
His Sinful Desire Chapter 40
ERICA DAYS LATER As the music started, I stepped onto the stage, trying to block out the leers and crude remarks. The bass thumped in my chest, and I moved to the rhythm like I always did, my hips swaying, my body bending to the demands of the performance. The whistles began almost immediately. "Yeah, work it, baby!" a man shouted from the corner, his words slurred with liquor. "Show us more!" another chimed in, laughing as he slapped the table. I twisted around the pole, letting the music guide me. I was good at pretending it didn’t bother me. A man sitting near the stage leaned forward, his gold chains glinting under the lights. He shoved a wad of cash into my bra with a cocky grin. "That’s for being a good girl," he said, his breath reeking of whiskey. As I spun around the pole, trying to shake off the emotions threatening to overwhelm me, something shifted. I felt it before I saw it—a pair of eyes burning into me. I glanced toward the back of the room, and my sto
His Sinful Desire Chapter 39
ERICA The room was quiet except for the soft sound of the mop sliding across the polished floor. I had been cleaning for nearly an hour, trying to distract myself from the nagging thoughts that had been swirling in my mind since last night. Ever since Clarissa cornered me and told me that Raffael had Chloe, Daisy, and Melanie beaten up, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I didn’t know how to feel. Should I be grateful? Should I confront him? The idea of speaking to him made my stomach churn. Raffael wasn’t the type of man you casually approached, especially when he looked as brooding and irritated as he did lately. I adjusted the mop in my hand, glancing toward the door. The air felt heavier when he was around, and the tension only grew when I heard his familiar footsteps echo in the hall. A second later, the door creaked open, and there he was. Raffael walked into the room without sparing me a glance, his face a mask of cold indifference. He headed straight to his closet, tug
His Sinful Desire Chapter 38
CLARISSA I stalked through the club, my heels clicking loudly against the marble floor, each step an echo of the anger boiling in my chest. The atmosphere was thick with the sounds of laughter and the clinking of glasses, but I was too focused on my goal to notice. I was looking for them—Daisy, Melanie, and Chloe. As I reached the dressing room, I paused, hearing the muffled voices behind the door. I pushed it open, and the sight inside made my stomach twist. The three girls were sitting on the floor, the first aid kit scattered beside them. Melanie was wiping the blood off her arms with shaky hands, while Chloe was dabbing a cloth to her swollen cheek. Daisy winced as she adjusted her position, trying to ignore the pain in her side. They were a mess, bruised and battered, and it was clear that Raffael’s thuggish women hadn’t held back. The moment they saw me, their expressions shifted. They went from hurt to pure, seething anger. “Look who finally shows up,” Chloe hissed,
His Sinful Desire Chapter 37
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,
