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To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter seventy five
Arya's POV.I had been tossing and turning for over an hour in the guest bedroom Hayes had shown me to. The sheets were soft. The room was perfectly cool. Everything should have been ideal for sleep... except my mind wouldn’t stop replaying him.Hardin.The way he looked at me across that candlelit table. Like I was the only thing worth seeing in a room full of everything. The air between us had felt electric... like a live wire was thrumming under my skin every time he spoke.It wasn’t just what he said. It was how he said it. Like we were in on some shared secret… like he could see through my composure and into the chaos I was desperately trying to hide.I groaned and buried my face into the pillow.I was a terrible person.Hayes had kissed me goodnight like everything was normal. Like I wasn’t about to combust from the heat someone else had caused. I cared about Hayes. I did. He is safe, sweet, good.But good wasn’t what had me wide awake at nearly 1 am, biting my lip and rememberi
Last Updated : 2025-04-10To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter seventy six.
Chloe's POV. I took a deep breath and stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.Get it together, Chloe.I was still in Hayes family mansion, already getting ready to take my leave. Hayes had wanted me to stay a bit longer but how could I? When a certain sin in human form still paraded the house? Haunting my thoughts every given second? I badly needed to leave before I shut off the remaining ounce of morality I have and trip into this dripping hot temptation. My pulse was still rattling in my neck, and the towel I'd just used to dry off clung a little too tightly to my clammy palms. I felt flushed even though the shower was cold. Cold showers were supposed to help. Calm the nerves. Clear the head. Freeze the heat crawling beneath the skin.But nothing.Nothing... could thaw what Hardin had ignited inside me. That man wasn’t just a spark. He was wildfire. And I was standing barefoot in a forest of dry leaves.I am just going to walk out of this room, thank Hayes for dinner, a
Last Updated : 2025-04-11To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter seventy seven.
Chloe's POV.The door clicked shut behind Hardin, and the silence that followed was deafening.I stood there, wrapped in nothing but a towel and guilt, staring at the space where he had just been... tall, confident, dangerous. My skin still tingled where his fingers had brushed my cheek, and even though I wanted to scrub away the feeling, part of me didn’t want to forget it. Part of me wanted to remember every godforsaken second of that encounter.I squeezed my eyes shut.“What is wrong with me?” I whispered into the still air.I was supposed to be getting dressed. Hayes was waiting downstairs, completely unaware that the woman he called his girlfriend had just been mere inches away from kissing his uncle. Again.And God… I wanted to. Every time Hardin looked at me like that, like I was something forbidden and precious at once, my chest tightened and my knees threatened to give out.But I didn’t give in.Not yet.I threw on my clothes in a hurry, opting for the simple black jeans and
Last Updated : 2025-04-11To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter seventy eight.
Chloe's POV.I was finally home.The moment I shut the door behind me, I leaned against it with a deep, exhausted sigh. My body was here… but my mind? God, my mind was still back at Hayes’ family house... still back in that guest room with him. With Hardin.I kicked off my shoes and rubbed my temples like that would somehow force his image out of my head. The sinful smirk, the way his hazel eyes darkened when they locked on mine, the way his deep voice curled around my name like it had every right to know me intimately.I hadn’t even gotten his scent out of my system.God, Chloe. What is wrong with you?Hayes had kissed me goodbye earlier, hugged me like I was his whole world. And I’d smiled up at him like a damn liar, my head full of images I had no business entertaining. Images of his uncle.I groaned as I slipped out of my jeans and threw on my favorite oversized tee. I didn’t bother with pants... just underwear and the shirt, hoping that a long hot shower had done enough to cleans
Last Updated : 2025-04-13To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter seventy nine.
Chloe's POV.I couldn’t breathe in my own apartment.Everything felt heavy.The air, my body, my thoughts. Especially my thoughts.The moment I opened my eyes this morning, I was still trembling from the dream. Last night.I didn’t dare describe it to anyone. God, I could barely admit it to myself. But it felt so real. The way his mouth moved on mine. The way his hands. I let out a groan, yanking my pillow over my face.“This is not happening,” I muttered into the fabric. “This is not me.”But it was. And it had been building for days. Since the moment I stepped into the wrong room and found Hardin standing there with nothing but a towel and that look in his eyes.I hadn’t seen Hayes since I left his house. I kept sending him quick excuses"Work's crazy", "Headache", "Need rest". I couldn’t face him. Not with the way my skin still remembered the way his uncle had looked at me like I was made of temptation and sin.I didn’t trust myself.And I definitely didn’t trust Hardin.Which is
Last Updated : 2025-04-13To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter eighty.
Chloe's POV.I didn’t remember walking home.My feet moved, but my mind was stuck.. right there on the street, Hardin's voice still echoed in my ears like the chorus of a dangerous song I couldn’t stop humming.His words haunted me.“You and I both know… I already live in your head.”He was right. God help me, he was so right.The second my front door clicked shut behind me, I slumped against it, chest rising and falling like I’d just run a marathon. Maybe I had... emotionally, anyway.I kicked off my sneakers and wandered into my apartment like a ghost, switching on the hallway lamp more for comfort than light. I needed grounding. Something normal. Something that reminded me who I was before Hardin stepped into the picture.I curled up on the couch, knees tucked to my chest, and stared blankly at the muted TV.I hadn’t texted Hayes all day.Again.The guilt tangled in my stomach like a knot I couldn’t untie. He didn’t deserve this. He was sweet. Kind. The kind of guy who brought flow
Last Updated : 2025-04-14To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter eighty One.
Chloe's POV.A deep sigh escaped my lips as I walked out of the company building, exhausted and tired. It had been one of those endless days at work where the hours dragged and everything I touched seemed too heavy to lift. I just wanted to get home, curl into bed, and pretend like the weight on my chest didn’t exist.I stood at the edge of the curb, my eyes squinting against the setting sun, and my hand raised slightly to flag down a cab. Traffic inched along lazily, horns honking in the distance. I was mid sigh, debating whether to start walking toward the next block, when a familiar black Mercedes slowed in front of me.At first, I thought it was Hardin.My heart stalled. That luxurious car, that same sleek body… I braced myself, gripping the strap of my bag tighter, heat crawling up my neck like a flame threatening to burn through my resolve.But the driver’s window rolled down, and my stomach settled, only slightly.It wasn’t Hardin. It was Hayes.My boyfriend.He smiled at me..
Last Updated : 2025-04-15To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter eighty two.
Chloe's POV. There was something particularly cruel about waking up on your birthday only to feel more alone than ever. I’d always romanticized birthdays as a kid... cake in the morning, too many messages to count, laughter that made my cheeks hurt. But reality wasn’t so kind.The sun was already up and shining by the time I peeled myself off the sheets. I hadn’t showered. I hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t even replied to the handful of birthday texts that felt more like reminders of who wasn’t reaching out.No call from Hayes. No video message. No surprise flowers.Nothing.He was on a business trip, yes, and he’d texted me a short “Happy birthday, babe" at exactly 12:01 AM. But that was it. No warmth. No depth. No real effort.And maybe that was what stung the most.I was twenty four today. I thought I’d feel more… alive. But the only thing I felt was heavy. Like something inside me had been quietly deflating since morning.Lying on my side, I stared at the wall across my bedroom, watching
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Chloe's POV.The warmth of Hardin’s palm on the small of my back sent a confusing jolt through me.. half thrill, half dread. It was my birthday. A day I thought I’d be spending alone, sulking beneath the weight of guilt and temptation. But there I was, stepping out into the night, led by the one man I shouldn’t even be entertaining thoughts about.Hardin.He looked sinfully handsome under the streetlight, dressed in a dew button up shirt that hugged his sculpted chest just enough to make me dizzy. His jaw was clean shaven, and his eyes… God, those eyes had the audacity to smolder.“Careful,” he said, as he helped me down the steps of my apartment. “Don’t trip. Though I wouldn’t mind catching you if you fall… or pinning you down, for that matter.”I rolled my eyes, trying to mask the way his words pooled heat between my thighs. “You’re incorrigible.”“And yet… you’re still here,” he whispered near my ear, his breath hot, fragrant with that minty cologne that made me want to melt into h
To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter eighty two.
Chloe's POV. There was something particularly cruel about waking up on your birthday only to feel more alone than ever. I’d always romanticized birthdays as a kid... cake in the morning, too many messages to count, laughter that made my cheeks hurt. But reality wasn’t so kind.The sun was already up and shining by the time I peeled myself off the sheets. I hadn’t showered. I hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t even replied to the handful of birthday texts that felt more like reminders of who wasn’t reaching out.No call from Hayes. No video message. No surprise flowers.Nothing.He was on a business trip, yes, and he’d texted me a short “Happy birthday, babe" at exactly 12:01 AM. But that was it. No warmth. No depth. No real effort.And maybe that was what stung the most.I was twenty four today. I thought I’d feel more… alive. But the only thing I felt was heavy. Like something inside me had been quietly deflating since morning.Lying on my side, I stared at the wall across my bedroom, watching
To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter eighty One.
Chloe's POV.A deep sigh escaped my lips as I walked out of the company building, exhausted and tired. It had been one of those endless days at work where the hours dragged and everything I touched seemed too heavy to lift. I just wanted to get home, curl into bed, and pretend like the weight on my chest didn’t exist.I stood at the edge of the curb, my eyes squinting against the setting sun, and my hand raised slightly to flag down a cab. Traffic inched along lazily, horns honking in the distance. I was mid sigh, debating whether to start walking toward the next block, when a familiar black Mercedes slowed in front of me.At first, I thought it was Hardin.My heart stalled. That luxurious car, that same sleek body… I braced myself, gripping the strap of my bag tighter, heat crawling up my neck like a flame threatening to burn through my resolve.But the driver’s window rolled down, and my stomach settled, only slightly.It wasn’t Hardin. It was Hayes.My boyfriend.He smiled at me..
To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter eighty.
Chloe's POV.I didn’t remember walking home.My feet moved, but my mind was stuck.. right there on the street, Hardin's voice still echoed in my ears like the chorus of a dangerous song I couldn’t stop humming.His words haunted me.“You and I both know… I already live in your head.”He was right. God help me, he was so right.The second my front door clicked shut behind me, I slumped against it, chest rising and falling like I’d just run a marathon. Maybe I had... emotionally, anyway.I kicked off my sneakers and wandered into my apartment like a ghost, switching on the hallway lamp more for comfort than light. I needed grounding. Something normal. Something that reminded me who I was before Hardin stepped into the picture.I curled up on the couch, knees tucked to my chest, and stared blankly at the muted TV.I hadn’t texted Hayes all day.Again.The guilt tangled in my stomach like a knot I couldn’t untie. He didn’t deserve this. He was sweet. Kind. The kind of guy who brought flow
To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter seventy nine.
Chloe's POV.I couldn’t breathe in my own apartment.Everything felt heavy.The air, my body, my thoughts. Especially my thoughts.The moment I opened my eyes this morning, I was still trembling from the dream. Last night.I didn’t dare describe it to anyone. God, I could barely admit it to myself. But it felt so real. The way his mouth moved on mine. The way his hands. I let out a groan, yanking my pillow over my face.“This is not happening,” I muttered into the fabric. “This is not me.”But it was. And it had been building for days. Since the moment I stepped into the wrong room and found Hardin standing there with nothing but a towel and that look in his eyes.I hadn’t seen Hayes since I left his house. I kept sending him quick excuses"Work's crazy", "Headache", "Need rest". I couldn’t face him. Not with the way my skin still remembered the way his uncle had looked at me like I was made of temptation and sin.I didn’t trust myself.And I definitely didn’t trust Hardin.Which is
To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter seventy eight.
Chloe's POV.I was finally home.The moment I shut the door behind me, I leaned against it with a deep, exhausted sigh. My body was here… but my mind? God, my mind was still back at Hayes’ family house... still back in that guest room with him. With Hardin.I kicked off my shoes and rubbed my temples like that would somehow force his image out of my head. The sinful smirk, the way his hazel eyes darkened when they locked on mine, the way his deep voice curled around my name like it had every right to know me intimately.I hadn’t even gotten his scent out of my system.God, Chloe. What is wrong with you?Hayes had kissed me goodbye earlier, hugged me like I was his whole world. And I’d smiled up at him like a damn liar, my head full of images I had no business entertaining. Images of his uncle.I groaned as I slipped out of my jeans and threw on my favorite oversized tee. I didn’t bother with pants... just underwear and the shirt, hoping that a long hot shower had done enough to cleans
To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter seventy seven.
Chloe's POV.The door clicked shut behind Hardin, and the silence that followed was deafening.I stood there, wrapped in nothing but a towel and guilt, staring at the space where he had just been... tall, confident, dangerous. My skin still tingled where his fingers had brushed my cheek, and even though I wanted to scrub away the feeling, part of me didn’t want to forget it. Part of me wanted to remember every godforsaken second of that encounter.I squeezed my eyes shut.“What is wrong with me?” I whispered into the still air.I was supposed to be getting dressed. Hayes was waiting downstairs, completely unaware that the woman he called his girlfriend had just been mere inches away from kissing his uncle. Again.And God… I wanted to. Every time Hardin looked at me like that, like I was something forbidden and precious at once, my chest tightened and my knees threatened to give out.But I didn’t give in.Not yet.I threw on my clothes in a hurry, opting for the simple black jeans and
To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter seventy six.
Chloe's POV. I took a deep breath and stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.Get it together, Chloe.I was still in Hayes family mansion, already getting ready to take my leave. Hayes had wanted me to stay a bit longer but how could I? When a certain sin in human form still paraded the house? Haunting my thoughts every given second? I badly needed to leave before I shut off the remaining ounce of morality I have and trip into this dripping hot temptation. My pulse was still rattling in my neck, and the towel I'd just used to dry off clung a little too tightly to my clammy palms. I felt flushed even though the shower was cold. Cold showers were supposed to help. Calm the nerves. Clear the head. Freeze the heat crawling beneath the skin.But nothing.Nothing... could thaw what Hardin had ignited inside me. That man wasn’t just a spark. He was wildfire. And I was standing barefoot in a forest of dry leaves.I am just going to walk out of this room, thank Hayes for dinner, a
To Sin. To Moan. To Feel. Chapter seventy five
Arya's POV.I had been tossing and turning for over an hour in the guest bedroom Hayes had shown me to. The sheets were soft. The room was perfectly cool. Everything should have been ideal for sleep... except my mind wouldn’t stop replaying him.Hardin.The way he looked at me across that candlelit table. Like I was the only thing worth seeing in a room full of everything. The air between us had felt electric... like a live wire was thrumming under my skin every time he spoke.It wasn’t just what he said. It was how he said it. Like we were in on some shared secret… like he could see through my composure and into the chaos I was desperately trying to hide.I groaned and buried my face into the pillow.I was a terrible person.Hayes had kissed me goodnight like everything was normal. Like I wasn’t about to combust from the heat someone else had caused. I cared about Hayes. I did. He is safe, sweet, good.But good wasn’t what had me wide awake at nearly 1 am, biting my lip and rememberi
