All Chapters of Sinless Addiction: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

One second Hunter was descending the stairs and the next second he was on Luca with a growl. Hunter punched him square on the jaw causing his face to tilt to the side with a harsh impact as his lower lip split drawing out blood. Hunter grabbed his collar, jerking him closer, they both were face to face. Luca had that broken devastated look on his face, the face when his world was crumbling around him, and he could do nothing about it. "I sent you to protect her. Not to f*cking mark her. She's a kid, Luca. A Goddamn kid! What is wrong with you?" Hunter snarled slamming him against the door. "Why aren't you protecting yourself?" Hunter spat after punching him again. "You're like a brother to me. If I can't trust you then who the f*ck am I supposed to trust. You... You chained her?" Hunter was losing himself as the images of his little sister chained flashed in his head making him see red. He didn't want to believe that Luca did anything wrong to her. To his precious little Angel

He kissed her cheek gently pulling back. Angela didn't wait a single second before landing a solid punch in his face. She groaned, jerking her hand because it hurt as Luca's face tilted to the side because of the impact of the punch. But that wasn't enough, she slammed her fists on his chest, pushing him away. It was as if she lost control over her emotions. "I hate you," She gritted hitting him with all her might and he stood there, immobile. He was taking her beatings silently. "I feel like killing you." She gritted fisting his shirt in her hands. "Then kill me," He rasped as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Shut up, just shut up. Not a word. Just know that I hate you so much," She gritted glaring at his chest. With all her tugging on his shirt, the first few buttons opened revealing his chest. "Hit me more," he said. "I said shut up!" She grumbled pressing her forehead on his chest as she breathed in deeply. She wanted to hurt him so badly but at the same time, sh

Luca woke up feeling a weight on his chest, soft hot breathing caressed his chest as he peered down to find Angela sleeping soundly. Her head rested on his chest. Her body moved with light breathing. He gently tucked her hair behind her ear, her hair was a mess of wild locks. Well, he was the culprit behind it. To make her a beautiful mess. He cupped her cheek, his thumb softly caressing her closed eyelids. Luca had the best sleep of his life last night. The carefree and blissful sleep he used to have when he was a kid. Angela brought out the peace within him. Come to think of it, he now firmly believed that the Moon Goddess knew what was best for you. And he was glad that everything turned out like this. He was such a jerk going after the person who wasn't meant for him not knowing that the future would be such a blessing for him. Even if he searched the whole world, he wouldn't be able to find someone like Angela as his life partner. His sweet little Angel. The emotion

He was tempted to smash the things and put them on fire but refrained from doing so. Firstly, he didn't want to make her mad and secondly, there was a possibility that one of her friends sent her this. But for what? Luca tried to mask his expressions as he walked back to his room only to flinch when she blew a party popper on him. That scared him for a fleeting second but his hold on the stuff tightened. Angela stood in front of him, only in his shirt, her hair was an exotic mess, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen with love bites on her neck. She looked thoroughly f*cked. The comical look on his face had her bursting out laughing and she looked so f*cking radiant. "Happy Birthday," She beamed. For a second he was confused before his eyes widened and the realization dawned on him. "What date is today?" he asked, still unsure as she grabbed the stuff from him and placed the box on the bed and the flowers. "Keep holding them," she told him as he kept holding the heart-s

Luca was making sandwiches. He had already washed the dishes because he was free. They had dinner together. It has been a week since she let him do anything. They'd kiss and whenever things would get a little heated, she'd flee to her room and lock herself in. It was a f*cking torture, but he was bearing it patiently. Angela was such a good student. He knew that ever since training days. She always gave her hardest in everything. She'd study late at night, which made him worried, but she would comfort him saying it was no big deal that she always studied late at night. He put the sauce in a heart shape on top of the bread and smiled. She'd love it. He didn't cut the sandwich because that split the heart in two. He prepared warm milk for her. She didn't like milk and avoided it at all costs, but he knew it was good for her. So, he often had to force her to drink it. Placing the food in the wooden tray, he removed his apron and took the tray to her room. Luckily, it was unlocked.