All Chapters of Sinful desire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lorenzo uncuffed the buttons of his sleeves and rolled them. Cunning little bitch. His manager followed behind as Lorenzo took large steps not caring about the Middle-aged man’s struggle to keep up with his strides. His mind solely and exclusively focused on certain brunette. Fuck her and her pretended innocence. His jaw clenched tight. The workers around him bowed and made way for their boss. His powerful and domineering aura had people around him feel intimidated by his tall yet muscular physique, the frown that marred his brows, a slight twitch under his eyes and a stone-cold look in his eyes. His assistant was already standing near the door to his office with a conserved expression as he marched down the hallway. She opened the door. “Good morning,-“ she flinched as Lorenzo fidgeted with his wrist watched and unclasped it before throwing it towards her. Her eyes widened as she jumped unsteadily on her five-inch heels scutching them mid-air. Entering the office both his assistant

I was pacing around when Rina wheeled Enrique into the room. Our eyes met for a brief second before he let out a weary exhale. “I’ll manage from here. You can go, Rina.” Did my family leave? I wanted to ask but couldn’t bring myself to. Fidgeting with my hands, I walked to stand behind him. Enrique let out another sigh. I could see the indecisive emotions swirling in his eyes—sympathy wafted enormously. He pitied me. I bit my lips to stop them from wobbling. How could I even think of betraying this man? He might not love me, but he sympathises with me. “How are you feeling?” He asked when I wheeled him to the bed. He was wearing semi-formals, I needed to help him change. “The dinner was quite…unexpected. You must be startled.” He added when I walked into the closet to retrieve his sleeping attire-a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Despite the upheaval in my heart and head, I couldn’t show him how I truly felt. If Father gets a word of it, he might–I shook my head–there was nothing to

Slapping against me from behind Lorenzo reached around and find my clit with his thumb. Alternating between small light circles and hard-pushing snaps he stimulated me inside and out as I lost all control and was nothing but clay in his hands. I felt my body tensing as the cliff of passion appeared before me. I was running up that cliff climbing higher and higher, feeling his strong cock lifting and pushing me, his hands teasing and twisting me, my pussy quivering on him I saw the edge of the cliff. My legs were tense against him. I tried to hold back but my whole body became rigged as the relentless motion pushed and prodded me. My mouth dropped open as my hands grip the sheets ready to jump off that cliff and then...I flew. My pleasure moaned filled the room as my muscles jerked and spasmed and my body gripped and convulses on his rock-hard cock. I let go of everything – my mind, my need, my self, my soul I was just a quivering mass of warm, wet delight. I collapsed on the bed as he

The rest of the day passed in a blur, every second dragging painfully slow as I tried to carry on as if nothing had changed. As if I wasn't breaking into a thousand pieces from the inside out. But with every glance, every smirk Lorenzo threw my way, I felt those shards dig deeper, tearing me apart.Enrique had left for his physiotherapy session, leaving me and Lorenzo alone in the house. The silence settled between us like a thick fog, heavy with unspoken words and dangerous truths. I was cleaning the dishes, my hands scrubbing the plates harder than necessary, trying to focus on anything but the man leaning against the counter, watching me like a predator eyeing its prey."You’re quiet today, Aeval," he said, his voice cutting through the air, smooth and taunting. "Lost in thought?"I didn’t respond, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood again. I could feel his gaze boring into me, dissecting me piece by piece, stripping me down to the raw, guilty nerves that he knew were there. I kep

I was shackled, not by chains but by his gaze—a prison I had willingly stepped into. Every inch of my skin tingled under his intense scrutiny, under the weight of his possessive stare. This wasn't a man who would simply let me walk away. No, he was the kind that thrived on power, the kind who would stake his claim and carve his initials into your very soul.Lorenzo watched me, his dark eyes devouring every tremor that ran through my body. He didn’t move closer, but he didn’t need to. His presence alone wrapped around me like smoke, thick, intoxicating, slipping under my skin and into my veins. I could almost feel him there, whispering that this—this ache, this surrender—was as inevitable as the tides. “What are you thinking, Bella?” he asked, his voice low, honeyed poison sliding across my skin. “Are you still trying to convince yourself you can resist?”I swallowed hard, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But he knew. He always knew. He took his time, his thumb tracing over his