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His Sinful Desire Chapter 92
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
Last Updated : 2025-01-31His Sinful Desire Chapter 93
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
Last Updated : 2025-01-31His Sinful Desire Chapter 1
ERICA Time seemed to tick too fast tonight. My eyes remained glued to the wall clock that hung in my cramped living room. It was already close to midnight, and yet my father still wasn’t home. It wasn’t unusual for him to come home late, but not this late. He was usually back by eleven, or ten on good days. Where is that man, for goodness' sake!? Could he still be at the bar drinking? Had he passed out somewhere? Was he safe? Had he gotten himself into another street fight? An annoyed huff left my lips as I sharply got up from the couch, pacing around the living room to clear my thoughts. The approaching footsteps of my younger sister snapped me out of my disturbing thoughts, and I quickly turned to face her. "Erica, are you still awake?" my younger sister, Lilibeth, asked, concern in her eyes as she approached me. I nodded as she embraced me, hugging me tightly. “Yeah, can’t sleep. He’s not back yet.” "Do you think he will come back tonight?" Lilibeth asked as she pull
Last Updated : 2024-10-31His Sinful Desire Chapter 2
ERICAAs I rushed down the street, my heart pounded—not from exhaustion, but from fear. A sleek black car had been trailing me for the past few blocks. At first, I thought I was just being paranoid—maybe it was just another car heading in the same direction. But after three turns, each more random than the last, it was still there. I glanced back again, trying to act casual, but my palms were already clammy.Who would be following me? My mind raced through possibilities—was it someone from work? A random creep?The car slowed down slightly as I crossed the street, its headlights washing over me like a spotlight. The feeling of being watched crawled under my skin. “Okay, Erica, breathe,” I muttered under my breath. “If it’s still there tonight, I’ll call the cops.”I picked up my pace, eager to get to work, hoping that once I stepped inside the restaurant, the world would feel a little safer. But the lingering sense of dread coiled tight in my stomach.I rushed through the crowded stre
Last Updated : 2024-10-31His Sinful Desire Chapter 3
ERICAThe room was suffocatingly silent, save for the steady thrum of my racing heart in my ears. My breath hitched as the cool metal of the gun pressed firmly against my temple, sending shivers down my spine. Every muscle in my body screamed at me to run, but I couldn’t move.He stood there, the man who held the gun to my head, towering over me. His presence filled the room, sucking out the air like a storm brewing right in front of me. His suit, dark, was tailored perfectly to his broad shoulders.His face was sharp, every angle chiseled to perfection, but it was his eyes that truly paralyzed me—dark, bottomless pools of rage and control, yet disturbingly calm, as if he had done this a thousand times before.Everything about him screamed power, control, violence."Oh, I must say, Thomas. I never knew you had such pretty daughters. First, I meet Lilibeth, and now I’m meeting Erica. Two beautiful girls." His voice was accented, smooth yet menacing.Who is this man? How does he know me
Last Updated : 2024-10-31His Sinful Desire Chapter 4
ERICAThe air was thick, suffocating, as I stood frozen in the middle of the room, my heart still pounding from the horrific encounter. I couldn’t seem to move. My legs felt like they had turned to lead, my arms numb by my sides.Twenty-four hours. That’s all I had to prepare myself. Twenty-four hours before I was no longer just Erica, the girl struggling to make ends meet, but Erica, the stripper, the servant. The thought made me nauseous. How had my life come to this?A shiver ran down my spine as I imagined him looming over me again, his cold fingers tracing my skin like I was some object to be toyed with.Suddenly, I heard a soft sob behind me. Lilibeth. I spun around to see her huddled against the wall, her knees pulled up to her chest, tears streaming down her face.“I don’t want to die, Erica,” she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper, her wide, terrified eyes locking with mine. “What are we going to do?”My heart broke seeing her like this. My little sister, so scared and so
Last Updated : 2024-10-31His Sinful Desire Chapter 5
ERICA The train station was louder than I expected. People bustled about, bags slung over shoulders. My heart pounded, and I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder for what felt like the hundredth time. Every stranger with a cold expression made my stomach churn. My palms were slick with sweat, gripping Lilibeth’s hand tighter than I probably should. Lilibeth, beside me, trembled, her small fingers twisting in the hem of her sweater. Her eyes darted around, wide with fear. I knew she was scared—I could feel it radiating off her like heat. “We’ll be okay,” I whispered, pulling her close as we moved through the crowd. My voice was calm, even though every nerve in my body was screaming. “Once we get to Aunt Rosa’s, everything will be fine. We’ll be safe there. We can start over.” Lilibeth looked up at me with tear-filled eyes. “But what about Dad? He’s all alone now. What if Raffael—” her voice wavered. I clenched my jaw, forcing down the bitterness. “Dad can take care of himself
Last Updated : 2024-10-31His Sinful Desire Chapter 6
ERICA I sat in tense silence, gripping the fabric of my dress, now stained with dirt and sand. My heart pounded so loudly in my chest, it felt as if the whole world could hear its frantic beat. I tried to ignore the incessant thumping of my heart and focus on the world outside the car, the bustling streets that overflowed with life, a blend of movement, color, and sound at every corner. But it was of no use as long as that monster sat next to me. I took side glances of him, trying so hard not to make it obvious.Raffael sat a few seats away, his cold presence suffocating the space between us. He looked utterly formidable—maniacal and ruthless, exuding a terrifying sense of control.How could my father do this to me? To Lilibeth? Now I’ve been sold off to this man against my will to clear up a debt I never knew off. It all felt like a terrible nightmare to me, one I badly wanted to wake up from. My fingernails sank into my skin, leaving behind marks and cuts as we drove further
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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
His Sinful Desire Chapter 92
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!
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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
