All Chapters of SINFUL INDULGENCE 3: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“My self-control is thinning, Ella,” Zed says as he releases me from the fiery kiss. His dark and intense gaze tells how he is burning with desire.I’m still panting from his hungry and savage kiss, but I still want more. More of him, not just his lips. “Nobody is stopping you, Zed. Do as you please.”“You said it,” he confirms and lets out a soft laugh when I nod.Becoming too impatient for his next move, I grab his face again and claim his lips. Feeling his reluctance, I start running my hands on his chest and down to his navel. This move must have aroused him because he reaches for the back of my neck, deepening the kiss. When his mouth leaves my lips, I move faster and pull down his shorts, together with his undies.“What are you doing? We’re on the terrace!” Zed exclaims in horror, pulling back his workout shorts. But before he successfully pulls it up, I grab his hand. I’

I stare at the portrait, noting the strokes and style Mr. D uses. I have already known him as Dennis ever since I started to notice his mysterious appearance at my events. He constantly shows up in the corner of wherever I am, but he also disappears like a bubble in the air. I don't know what he is after because he never participates in any of my group activities during my events. Instead, he just hops in during discussions, taunting or pissing me off. The only thing that draws me to him is his being an artist."What is it, babe?" asks Ella, disrupting my focus from the portrait. I look back at her. And upon seeing her swelling curves and plump entrance, my relaxing possession instantly springs to life."Are you sure you want to continue?" Ella asks again. The crease on my face must have shown my emotion."Of course. Who can refuse to this?" I say, poking my prepuce on her labia.She raises her legs and hangs on it my shoulders, making it easier for

I freeze, instead of breaking down. My intense emotion has me maimed. Even makes my mind blunt. I stare at the portraits for a long time, allowing my heart to bleed inside. I don’t know anymore if I could still help him overcome his past without breaking myself because the painful truth is right before my eyes. There will never be any ‘us.” And I will never have a place in his heart. “She’s beautiful,” I say, but I avoided his eyes. “Look at me,” Zed says, turning me around. Tears suddenly make their way into my face, even if I hold my breath. I push him away, then hurry out to the door. But before I slip out, a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist. “Why are you crying?” he asks. My heartbeats quicken at his question. “I miss James. He also hired artists to paint me.” Zed freezes, a sense of frustration painting his face. I can’t let him know I’m crying because of him. He was clear from the start – that he wants no other woman aside from Yen – but I was too confident I could

Zed's POV “Ar, do you mind if I order pizza? Ella is supposed to cook for you, but I spoiled it,” I chuckle, earning me a glare from Ella.Ara glares at me, too. And I laugh louder. If I have not lured Ella into making love with me, she could have cooked her specialty and bragged it to Ara.“You know what, I should have cut your joystick!”“Pizza or what?” “Fine, your choice. Or, anything that has beef.” She pouts and rolls her eyes.“Anything else?”“Chicken wings tossed in garlic and parmesan cheese and in pesto sauce.” She pauses and tilts her head to the side to think. Then, she snaps and exclaims, “Don’t forget pasta in white sauce and potato fries. Yen likes them.”I nod. How can I forget? “What else?”“That’s all for me. But don’t ask me what else Yen

    Yen’s POV It’s all over between us. Zed’s coldness when I kissed him for the last time was enough to tell me I’m no longer the one he treasured in his heart. I felt something inside me had snapped when the realization hit me. It hurts, but it also means the end of the guilt I have harbored all along. I had said everything I wanted to confess to Zed. I had long wanted to tell him that ever since the day he accepted his defeat. And I still remember that day. He appeared in my lawyer’s office and told us he wouldn’t contest the petition for our marriage annulment. He even wished us a lifetime of happiness. Yet, we never got the chance to talk alone and long enough. Because if we had, we would have been more hurt than we already were. He only showed up in the first two stages of the annulment process. But after that, only his lawyer appeared. We were only informed that Zed had left the country and was no longer comin