All Chapters of Tempted by Sin: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Paetyn’s POV I know he’s watching me, just like he promised he would. The moment I stepped out of my car after arriving at the hospital, I felt his intense gaze on the side of my face. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to look in his direction and force my myself to walk away. After I left Ace’s house last night, I drove straight to Raya’s. She was more than happy to let me stay with her for as long as I needed. I don’t know what I would do without my best friend. No matter the circumstance, she will drop everything for me if I so much as ask, and vice versa. When I’m with her, it’s a judgment-free zone. Raya is the best at listening and offers the best advice. When I told her what happened with Ace, she pointed out that it seemed like I already knew what I wanted. Which was to put some space between me and Ace to figure out my next move, and then I’ll see him again. And she’s right. For once, I know what I want and didn’t have to hear reason from my best friend to fig

Paetyn’s POVI’ve barely made it through the front door before Ace has his lips attached to my neck, sucking the skin at the base of my throat harshly while his hands roam over my chest. He pinches my nipple poking through the thin material of the oversized T-shirt I threw on earlier tonight.“Did you specifically not wear anything beneath this shirt because you wanted me to kill Seren for seeing you like this or sneak into your room and fuck you until you were screaming my name?”A shiver shudders through my entire body. It should be embarrassing how soaked my panties are from hearing the words fall from Ace’s filthy mouth, but I’m not. If anything, it fuels the fire burning in my core and the electricity thrumming beneath my skin. The front door slams closed, and I arch my back, desperate for Ace to continue touching me the way he is. “Which is it, little bird?” His warm breath fans against the sore skin at the base of my neck. I won’t be surprised if the spot is purple and blue b

Paetyn’s POVLiving with Ace the past two days has been exhausting. Not because he’s insufferable to live with, but because his sex drive is out of this world. To the point it keeps me up late and wakes me early in the morning before work. But I’m not complaining in the slightest. Being with Ace is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Not only is he intense and does everything he can to blow my mind when we have sex, but he knows how to take care of me and make sure I’m comfortable and happy. Ace takes care of me in a way Liam never did. Liam was a pump and dump kind of guy, but Ace takes the time to give us both what we need and clean me up afterward. What more could a girl ask for? The sun has dipped below the New York City horizon, casting the streets in darkness. I wave goodbye to Clarissa after locking up the office and wait by the front doors for Ace. Now that I’m staying with him, he insisted he picks me up from work every day to ensure I get home safely. After I leaked t

Paetyn’s POV“I really shouldn’t have had that extra pizza slice.” A soft groan escapes my parted lips as I rub my stomach, regretting my recent choices. “You said you were hungry,” Ace points out, his arm brushing mine as we wander through Central Park. His hand tightens around my fingers, as if he’s claiming me for everyone to see. “I was only doing what you asked of me.”“I know,” I whine, tilting my head back with a pout turning down my lips. “But I wish you had told me no or dragged me past the food stand. It feels like my stomach is creating the largest food baby known to mankind.”Ace snorts a laugh. “Pae, you’re being dramatic.”“I don’t know that I am,” I murmur, returning my gaze forward. Central Park has to be the most stunning place during winter. Frost and snow cover the grass lining the walkway, and the benches require a mini snow plougher to rid them of the thick snow. Footprints from hundreds of people span the width of the walkway, telling a story of eager tourists

Ace’s POVVoices echo through my mind like an incessant pounding of a drum, grating on every last nerve. I grit my teeth to avoid telling everyone to shut up so I can think. It doesn’t help that we’re crammed into the formal dining room in Enzo’s mansion, waiting for him to arrive. My nails dig painfully into my palms, my fists pressed to my thighs. The wooden chair creak beneath my weight as I lean back, staring at the deep mahogany table I’m sure must’ve cost a fortune. Glasses of whiskey litter the vast space, consumed at different paces by the men occupying every seat. They’re men I’ve known for many years and respect, but right now, I want to get lost in my thoughts about a certain silver-haired woman. Walking the streets of New York City with Paetyn a few days ago was unexpected, and, dare I say, relaxing–eventually. The moment we stepped out of my house, her hand wrapped in mine, tension lined every muscle in my body. Even through lunch, I couldn’t help but feel as though som