All Chapters of SINFUL SENSATIONS : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

XAVER WAS DISTRACTED as hell.Absentmindedly trudging through the five conference meetings that were scheduled from 7:00am till midday, Kirkgarde was now sitting in his office, staring at the paperwork in front of him so hard he was burning cyan holes into them.Presently, Lucy - his faithful ride or die secretary - looked like she wanted to smack the distracted look off his face."Earth to Xaver", she snapped as she waved a palm across his face. Irritated at his lack of focus.Letting out an apologetic sigh, Xaver leaned back on his chair, "I should get you fired for speaking to me like that".Rolling amber coloured eyes upward, she kept a straight face, "What? You had plans to fire me so you bought me Jimmy Choos on my birthday as peace offering? Dick move".A deep chuckle rumbling off his chest, Xaver tipped his head back as his cyan eyes locked on the chandelier hangin

A FOUNTAIN OF flowers. A mountainous fountain of flowers. Pharaonic. Massive. Enormous. Sreya couldn't put the colossal stone-like figure in front of her into words. She just knew it was gigantesque. And beautiful.Someone had to remind her to never put anything past Xaver Kirkgarde. The man never kept things minimum. Max. was his default and it was going to take her a while to get used to it. "A while" could mean seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years or fucking forever. But right now, she was in awe and she couldn't even hide it. The fountain had four steps. Each step was round, large circles with internal cavities. Wide hollows. Connected longitudinally with a vertical stand one can refer to as a shaft, the sizes differed greatly with the first step being the largest and the last step at the top being the smallest. Each wide circle had beautiful small train-like flowers draped over their round edges, almost as if they were pouring int

FACIAL EXPRESSION GIVING absolutely nothing away, Xaver spoke, cyan eyes blazing with unbearable heat it scorched her, "Fine. You want to know what I want? I want to tug your hair loose from its ponytail and bury my fingers in your curls as I teach you how to submit to me with your tongue. I want to bring you chocolate as brown as your eyes in bed and feed you strawberries with my mouth. I want to have random sex in dusty storerooms while the cleaner does laundry in the next room. I want to watch you writhe and buck beneath me before you come"Sweet Jesus. Sreya was drenched. She'd sat very still when he'd begun talking and now she didn't dare move. Her core throbbed as painfully vivid pictures painted by his words flipped through her brain like a picture album. Needing to ease herself a little, Sre pressed her legs together lightly, clenching her thighs as sharp pleasure stabbed her lower belly. The action had her drawing a sharp breath, her breathing qui

A geriatric leaking ceiling. Rusty water pipes. Religious wallpapers. Hanging crucifixes. A small Bible with yellowed pages. A handmade crown of thorns. Dim candles. The stagnant smell of bleach, lust and charred flesh. A now empty table where the last victim had been housed...A woman's throaty moans pierced the air. A man's deep grunts reverberated, balancing the woman's shrill pleas, levelling her gasps. The religious fanatic was touching himself now. His sharp eyes trained on the video playing on his desktop as his calloused palms stroked his engorged member with vigour. His grotesque pale skin, marred with scars the number of stars was coated in sweat that seemed to catch the light from the candles and sparkle. She'd been distracted. They'd been in the kitchen. He'd set the cameras. Now he watched.He watch

GLASS CYAN EYES watched slender fingers turn the leaves of a book; once.Twice.Thrice.The cool blue orbs ceased their study of the phalanges and moved on to the slim soft arch that denoted the wrist, down the forearm, arm, the sheathed curve of the shoulder girdle, neck and then the facial muscles of their owner.Thick mass of curly jet-black hair was pulled up in a messy bun with stray curls framing a soft angular face. Forehead creased into a frown, chocolate brown eyes stayed glued to a creamy coloured page, its words filtered through slightly large reading glasses slipping down to rest on the bridge of its owner's nose.Xaver wondered how anyone could look so fucking beautiful by 9 in the morning."Adding 'laxity' to Sreya Dronian's long list of fascinating attributes. Check", he announced loudly.Unceremoniously startled, Sre's body jerked , the act