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To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter nine.
Arya's POV.The hum of the jet engines had been nothing but background noise to the tumor simmering in my mind. I stared blankly out the window, watching the dark clouds swirl outside as the aircraft sliced through the sky. The whole trip had been a whirlwind.. Lucas’s dangerous family, his cockiness, Martin’s obsession, and that ridiculous fight that had me holding my breath the entire time. But now, something far more pressing weighed on me.The contract. My payment.The realization settled in like a heavy stone in my stomach.Lucas had hired me for a week, but we didn’t even stay a complete 24 hours at his family’s estate. Would he use that as an excuse not to pay me? Would he claim that since the trip was cut short, my contract was null and void?My heart hammered in my chest at the thought. I needed that money. Desperately.I stole a glance at Lucas, who was seated across from me, his fingers lazily drumming against the armrest. His sharp blue-green eyes were fixed on the file i
Last Updated : 2025-03-08To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter ten.
Arya's POV.A loud knock sounded through the room, dragging me out of the deep sleep I had been lost in. I groaned, turning to my side, burying my face into the pillow as I tried to ignore it. But the knocking continued... Whoever was behind the knocking had no intentions of stopping. But, I myself had no intentions of standing up from the bed either. I needed to sleep some more. I was having such good time of my life. "Miss Arya," a soft voice called from the other side. "Sir Lucas wants you to join him for breakfast."Lucas.The sound of his name sent a sudden rush of awareness through my body, and I instantly sat up, blinking against the deep wave of sleep that was still washing over me.Breakfast?I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized just how late it was. I had been so exhausted from yesterday’s trip back that I must have slept through the entire morning. The fatigue still clung to my muscles."Tell him I'll be there in a moment!" I called back, rubbing the sleep from
Last Updated : 2025-03-09To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter eleven.
Arya's POV.I barely made it back to my room before I let out the breath I never knew I was holding. My heart pounded against my ribs, and my fingers trembled as I locked the door behind me.I could still feel the weight of Lucas’s gaze on me, the way his piercing eyes had followed my every movement at breakfast. Every time I looked up, he was watching me... his expression unreadable, his lips curled slightly in amusement, as if he was playing some secret game that only he knew the rules to.I had lost my appetite the moment I realized I was the object of his entertainment.This was a mistake.I never should’ve taken this job.I flopped onto the massive bed, gripping the sheets as if they could ground me. I have only been here for less than twenty four hours, and already, I felt trapped.Lucas Griffin is dangerous.Not in the obvious way... though his attitude alone was enough to make anyone’s blood run cold. But the true danger wasn’t in his power, his wealth, or even the violence h
Last Updated : 2025-03-11To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter twelve.
Arya's POV.I stood at the edge of the pool, arms crossed over my chest as I watched Lucas dive into the water with effortlessly. He swam up moments later, his dark hair slicked back, water streaming down his sculpted shoulders. My throat went dry.Why does he have to look like sin itself?He ran a hand over his face, shaking off the excess water before resting his piercing gaze on me. "Come on in," he called, his voice deep, smooth... almost coaxing.I hesitated, my arms tightening around myself. “Turn around.”He suddenly smirked. "What?" “I said turn around. I need to take my clothes off.”His smirk grew into a full blown grin. “Now, why would I do that when I have every right to watch?”I quickly shot him a hard glare. "Lucas..." “Relax, babydoll. It’s just a swimsuit. Nothing I haven’t seen before.”I couldn't hold back my gasp. "You have not seen me in a swimsuit before!”“Not yet.” He winked.God, he is so cornily annoying. And why the hell does my stupid body find it intrig
Last Updated : 2025-03-12To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter thirteen.
Arya's POV.I walked out of the bathroom, my towel secured tightly around my chest. It was my second day living with Lucas and I had woken up feeling a bit disoriented, I opted for a quick shower and now I'm glad I did, seeing how relieved I am.A soft knock suddenly came on the door as I approached the wardrobe. I exhaled deeply, tightening the towel over my chest before heading towards the door. Pulling the door open, he was there. Lucas Griffin... standing before me, wearing nothing but gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. His chest was bare, a sinful display of sculpted muscle and smooth, tanned skin, a faint trace of water still glistening along his collarbone as if he had just stepped out of the shower himself.His signature smirk curled at the corner of his lips, those dreamy eyes raking down my barely covered body with no shame whatsoever."Damn, babydoll," he murmured, leaning against the doorframe, his voice like liquid sin. "You should answer the door l
Last Updated : 2025-03-13To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter fourteen.
Arya’s POV.I placed the last dish on the dining table and took a step back, exhaling softly. I had quickly rushed the meal immediately Lucas left the kitchen, with the fear of him returning and continuing his torture. I really hope this turns out well. Lucas sat there, watching me like a predator observing its prey. His eyes held that usual spark of amusement, mischief dancing in their glory. I wiped my hands on a napkin before turning to leave.“Arya,” his deep voice called, stopping me in my tracks.I turned reluctantly, my heart already picking up speed. “Yes?”“Sit.”I frowned slightly. “I thought I was just supposed to cook for you?”His lips curled into that lazy smirk, yet again. “And now, you’ll eat with me.”I hesitated, but then again, what choice did I have? If Lucas Griffin wanted something, he got it. He had made that very clear. So, I quietly pulled out the chair across from him and sat down.The moment he took his first bite, his expression changed. His smirk faded,
Last Updated : 2025-03-13To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter fifteen.
Arya's POV.I strolled down the stairs, thinking of sneaking into the kitchen for a cup of coffee, when I nearly bumped into a wall... no, not a wall, it was Lucas. His broad, muscular frame stood right in front of me, and the smirk he wore told me he had been waiting for me."Perfect timing, babydoll. I was just about to come get you," he smiled. "Get me? Why?" I arched my brows at him."I have a golf game with a friend, and I want you to come with me," he said nonchalantly, slipping his hands into his pockets.I folded my arms. "And what if I don’t want to go?"He took a step closer, his eyes holding mine hostage. "Then I’ll remind you that you’re at my service for the next few days, and it would be in your best interest to obey," he teased, a knowing glint in his gaze.I heaved out a deep breath.Lucas is a handful."Whatever, Fine. But I don’t even know how to play golf." I tried to protest."You don’t need to, sweetheart. I’ll teach you," he said, flashing me a knowing smile b
Last Updated : 2025-03-14To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter sixteen.
Arya’s POVLucas held tightly to my hand as he led me up the stairs, toward my room. His warmth seeped into my skin, making it impossible to ignore how insanely right... his hand felt in mine.The hallway was dimly lit as we approached my room. The only sound was the faint echo of our footsteps against the floors. Neither of us spoke, but I could feel the tension hanging thick in the air, unspoken words crackling between us.I stole a glance at him. His sharp jawline, the way his blue-green eyes flickered with something unreadable in the low light… He looked lost in thought, but his fingers stayed wrapped around mine like he had no intention of letting go.Why did he always do this?Why did he insist on holding my hand whenever we walked together?It was a simple act, yet it made my heart hammer every time.I told myself it was nothing. That it meant nothing.But I knew I was lying to myself.We reached my door, and I halted. Lucas stopped too, but his hands still holding mine. I dre
Last Updated : 2025-03-15
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To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter ninety seven.
Chloe's POV.I had just come out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my damp body, when I heard the doorbell ring. My first thought was that Hayes might’ve come back again. I nearly rolled my eyes at the thought. But when I peeked through the peephole, my heart stuttered.Hardin.He leaned lazily against the frame, dressed in black jeans and a white shirt. His hair was styled just the right amount of messy, and those annoyingly irresistible dimples appeared the moment he noticed the door creak open.“Well, well,” he drawled, “Look who smells like lavender and temptation.”I couldn't even pretend to smile. I stepped aside, motioning for him to come in.“Hey,” I mumbled.He stepped in, and the second the door closed behind him, his hand came to my waist, fingers teasing the edge of the towel.“I thought I’d stop by and get a kiss or five,” he said, leaning in as though to steal one already. But I pulled away slightly, moving to the side and crossing my arms. His eyes narrowed the tin
To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter ninety six.
Chloe's POV.I watched as Hardin drove out of my house, although his scent and the memories of everything everything we've done together lingered on my head.I stood at the door for a minute longer after he left, arms folded over my chest as I leaned against it, smiling like a fool. The weekend had been… magical. No, scratch that... it had been dangerous, sinful, addictive. We had fallen deep, deeper than I thought was even possible.And now, it was Monday morning. And reality came knocking like a doorbell. I needed to get back to work.With a small sigh, I turned away from the door and dragged my weekend bag across the living room toward the bedroom. The entire space emitted a deceptive calmness. As if the storm brewing in my chest didn’t exist.I opened my bag and began unpacking. My clothes still smelled like Hardin’s cologne... masculine, spicy. I paused mid fold, pressing one of my dresses against my face, breathing him in like some sort of addict. God, what was wrong with me?
To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter ninety five.
Chloe's POV.Just as he was beginning to spasm and close to cum, he suddenly pulled out of me, his gaze on me, now fierce and hot."Get rid of the remnant of clothes on your body." This time, he sounded more authoritative, and I knew he was in his fierce mood.I slowly peeled off the buttons of the shirt and ripped it off my body. my face burning with excitement for what is coming.Hardin watched with predatory eyes, his still hard cock bobbing in front of him. I was standing before him, completely naked."Goddamn, I've got to say this every second, you are perfection at it's peak, princess." he whistled, eyes roaming over my exposed body. "Now turn around. Let me see that ass."I rotated slowly, showing him my backside, my tits swinging with the movement."Fuck yeah, Bend over and show me what I own." I slowly bent at the waist, placing my hands on the counter again, presenting my ass to him like a bitch in heat."Nah, against the wall. Hands up high where I can see them."I shuff
To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter ninety four
Chloe's POV. I gently stirred awake from my deep sleep, although my eyes were still clouded with deep waves of sleep, but I was so thirsty. I needed to take water, or juice, or literally anything that'll keep me hydrated. Hardin's arms were wrapped securely around me, slowly, I managed to untangle myself from his grip and strolled out of the room, and headed towards the kitchen. Since it was middle of the night, I didn't bother switching on the light, instead I just headed straight to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and went back to stand by the counter and gulped down the water till I was satisfied and almost out of breath. I leaned over the counter, trying to catch my breath. Almost immediately, I felt a presence behind me. I didn't need to turn around before knowing who it was. "You were deep asleep when I left the room, how are you here?" I snapped. I heard him chuckle, leaning closer toward me, grabbing my waist. "I do have those thoughts too, I feel the guil
To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter ninety three.
Chloe's POV.Slowly I stretched out my right leg, left knee still bent, Hardin using the freedom I willingly gave him to slip a single finger lengthwise between my outer lips. My mouth snapped open, my deep breathing picking up speed while he continued to kiss my neck, his hand never moving.I could feel his finger pressed between my outer lips, pressed firmly along the shaft of my clit, the tip of his finger barely brushing against the edge of my vulva and perineum, his palm cupping and squeezing my mound while never moving his finger. I rocked my hips slightly, my wet heat coating his finger, my lubrication spilling from my body to coat his palm, his length gliding against my lower back.Minutes passed by with only the sound of my deep breathing and soft moaning, our hips moving slightly, his length gliding against my skin, his palm pressing and gliding against my mound without his finger ever delving deeper.Finally without wasting any more second, I took a deep breath and rotated
To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter ninety two.
Chloe's POV.I stirred from sleep slowly. My body ached in the best way possible. My skin still shaken from last night’s fire, and every inch of me was wrapped in the afterglow.But something made my lashes flutter open, something I couldn’t ignore.Eyes.I felt them before I saw them.When my vision cleared, I met the deepest pair of eyes staring right at me. Hardin was propped up on one elbow beside me, watching me like I was the sunrise itself... like I was the most captivating sight he’d ever laid eyes on.He had that damn smile again. That cocky, sinful smirk that curved just slightly to the left and made my chest tighten in the worst and best ways.“Good morning, princess.” he whispered, his voice was soft, and his tone thicker than sleep. “Did you sleep well, or do you want me to tire you out a little more first?”I groaned and instinctively buried my face in the pillow. “Stop looking at me like that,” I mumbled, heat rushing to my cheeks.“Like what?” he teased, his body inchi
To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter ninety one.
Chloe's POV.Our lips crashed against each other again, kissing, tongues exploring. His hands slide under my shirt to grasp my bare ass cheeks tightly and picked me up. "C'mon, princess." He growled into my ears as he held me up from the table, now against his broad chest.I squealed in delight and followed his lead, wrapping my legs around him. Our foreheads pressing together, our eyes locked, and my boobs pushed tight against his chest as he held me for a few seconds, then sat me down on the edge of the table. I couldn't stop myself from looking down and admiring his strong physique and toned body. I could see he was getting hard beneath those pants, and my arousal grew. I badly wanted to feel him in me. Subconsciously I squeeze the muscles in my cunt at the thought of his cock buried deep inside and feel myself starting to tingle with desire.His hands held my thighs and he lift them higher and wider apart. I pulled up the material of the shirt to my waist to reveal my cunt to
To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter ninety.
Chloe’s POV.The food smelled absolutely divine. I didn’t know what exactly Hardin had whipped up, but the aroma was warm and spicy, laced with scents that made my stomach flutter more with anticipation than hunger. He carried the plates with pride, grinning like he knew he was about to serve the best thing I could ever eat."Careful," I said teasingly as he almost knocked a fork off the edge of the table, setting down one plate in front of me. "We wouldn’t want the presentation to be ruined, chef."Hardin smirked as he slid into the seat beside me... not across, no, he chose beside. Of course he did.“Oh, I don’t worry about presentation, sweetheart. I make sure the flavor leaves people speechless.” He winked and leaned his elbow on the table, watching me expectantly. “Taste it. Tell me I’m wrong.”I smiled as I picked up the fork and dug into the creamy pasta. The first bite had me humming instantly. “Mmm… okay, wow. You might be onto something.”His smirk stretched wider. “Told you
To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter eighty nine
Chloe's POV.The moment we stepped into Hardin’s house, I felt an odd blend of comfort and bliss. Hardin didn’t say a word... he just looked at me with that devastating smirk and took my hand. His palm was warm, rough in the way that made you wonder what those hands could do, had done... and unfortunately for my already scrambled brain, I knew exactly what they were capable of.Oh fuck!“This way,” he said, guiding me past the living room and down a short hallway.We reached a door at the far end and he pushed it open. “Your room,” he said casually, as though he hadn’t just turned my world upside down over the past few days.My room.The phrase echoed in my mind like a chime bouncing through a canyon. It sounded domestic. Intimate. Real.I stepped inside slowly, blinking as I took it all in. It was beautiful... simple and elegant. A large bed with gray sheets, plush pillows, and thick curtains. It felt like a place someone could feel safe. Wanted.My heart squeezed.“Do you like it?”
