All Chapters of GOOD SIN: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~ ANASTASIA ~ The past two days have been monotonous at best. And it consist of me avoiding Damien like the plague which is a hard thing to do because of the open settings of the fucking penthouse. Just like I'd expected, we are under something I've decided to call a house arrest because Damien said we must make them believe we are on our honeymoon and it should last for at least three to four days. This is not what I envisioned for my wedding and its honeymoon for real. Or, at least what I planned with Isabella when we were watching Cinderella. But as I grew up, I knew mine won't be normal and it will be just a childhood dream. Afterall, what's normal? I've only heard about it and I've never lived it. Other kids are not forced to learn how to use a gun at seven or forced to move undercover or under tight security. I let out a bitter chuckle as I grabbed the shot and down it in a go before grabbing the bottle to pour another one. Right now, I'm sitting in the bar area of the penth

~ ANASTASIA ~ Then I catch myself. I shrug casually as I pull my hand away from Isabella's grip.“I'm not playing any games.” I try to say but my words sound like a slur even to my own ears.“What happened with the butler?”“None of your concern. And you too, what happened with the waiter?” I ask, liquid courage flowing in my veins as I step closer to him.Damien's eyes narrows.“How dare you order him not to give me what I want?”“I told you quite clearly –”“It still hasn't dawn on you that you don't own me right?”His eyes flare and I smile internally in triumph but it was short-lived as his hand latches to my wrist and he grips it tightly. I can feel my insides boil. Not in anger but in something more dangerous. Desire.How can something as simple as a touch turn me on?“Like hell I don't. You are my wife.” He says, gritting his teeth. I roll me eyes. “Roomies.” I quote. “Or should I say housies? Do I need to remind you that we don't even share the same bed?” I ask in a whispe

~ DAMIEN ~Why am I angry?To be honest, I don't know the reason.Was it because Enzo managed to escape the dungeon right under Vittorio's fucking nose?I said that boy is useless. He thinks with his muscles instead of his head.Or was it because he dared hurt what's mine?Or, both…“Is he…” I stop myself from asking if he's dead. Knowing Dimitra, she would have killed him.So, I just fix my gaze on the hot angry stuff standing before me in the gown I'd specially picked for her and holy hell, heaven knows how bad I want to rip off her cloth and finish what we started that night.Her anger turns me on.But I push my feelings aside and step closer to her. I grab her hands which she'd yanked away“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice coming out breathy.Her eyes flickers to my lips, speechless for a while before her countenance changed back to anger. She yanks her hand away again and folds it across her chest.“Of course I am.”“So sorry about that.” I say to her and turn to Dimitra. “And you,

~ ANASTATIA ~I don't wish anyone close to me to be involved in a teaching profession because the way I've cussed Prof. Saunders today needs to be checked. I force on another smile, waiting impatiently for the zoom meeting to end so I can go rest my hot head in a refrigerator or move to fucking Antarctica or something.Okay okay, that's an exaggeration.Heaven finally hears my voice when she gives her closing speech which I wasn't even really listening to. My ears perk up, watching as her lips move, her glasses resting as the bridge of her nose.“Meet me in my office tomorrow, Zhukov. I can't cover everything online.”Liar.But I nod, forcing on a smile as she cuts the call. “You abso-fucking-lutely can gosh!” I scream, pushing my Mac away and throwing the pillows everywhere. Looks like my mafia princess privilege got nothing on the old woman. But well, if she focuses on giving me too many online classes without me physically attending her class, it will bring me to the spotlight, o

~ ANASTATIA ~Even when I heard him calling my name with his dark voice.I didn't stop.When I hear him growl.I refused to stop.When he storms after me.I didn't.But I had no choice but to stop as I entered the elevator, willing it to start moving. And luck was not on my side as Damien storms through the slowly closing door of the elevator, huffing and panting.I know his ego was bruised. Afterall, I just refused him in front of his orgy mates so yeah.“Why didn't you wait?” He asks panting.“Just leave me alone Damien. I already have a bad day. Don't add to it please.” “Ana–”“Hey,” I interrupt him, holding my palm upwards. “You don't have to act like a dick all the time. Your dickiness had already worsened since that time at your family house. I'm ti–”However, he interrupts me by pushing me flush against his chest. I gasp as my forehead meets his hard chest, my heart thumping in my chest.He pulls my hair painfully as he tilts my head upwards before his lips slams to mine and I