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Chapter 13: Damage Control
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PAINTED IN SIN Chapter 34: The Wrong Words
The sound of running water filled the spacious bathroom as Verity stood beneath the shower, her eyes closed as warm water cascaded down her body. She should have felt happy. Just an hour ago, she had been lying in Quentin's arms, sharing breakfast with him while the ocean stretched endlessly beyond the glass walls of their private Malibu estate. Everything should have been perfect. Instead, all she could hear was one sentence. “I have a girlfriend.” The words repeated themselves over and over until her chest felt tight. What was she even upset about? This marriage wasn't built on love. It was revenge. A contract. An arrangement. At least that was what she had been telling herself from the beginning. Then why did it hurt? Why did it feel as if someone had reached inside her chest and squeezed her heart? Verity turned off the water and wrapped herself in a robe. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. "You don't care," she told herself. The reflection looked unconvinced.
PAINTED IN SIN Chapter 33: Enough For A Honeymoon
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling glass doors, warm and golden, carrying the faint sound of waves breaking against the cliffs. Verity stirred slowly, her body heavy with a pleasant ache that reminded her of every touch from the night before. She reached out instinctively, but the space beside her was empty. Quentin was gone. For a moment, she lay there, eyes half-closed, letting the memories wash over her. The way his mouth had worshipped her breasts, slow and unrelenting. His tongue between her thighs as she sat on his face, the impossible intimacy of watching him react while he brought her to shattering release. And then the way he had taken her from behind—deep, controlled thrusts that stretched her so perfectly, the edging that had driven her mad with need until they both broke together. Heat flushed her cheeks even now. Kingsley never made her feel like that, she thought, a small smile curving her lips. He would finish quickly, roll over, and leave her staring at
PAINTED IN SIN Chapter 32: Unspoken Feelings
Quentin remained buried deep inside Verity for several long moments, his body draped over hers as their breathing gradually slowed. The room was thick with the scent of their passion—sweat, sex, and the faint salt of the ocean drifting through the open glass doors. His heart pounded against her back, strong and steady, while her own pulse thrummed in her ears like the waves below the cliffs. Slowly, he eased out of her with a shared groan, careful not to jostle her oversensitive body. He rolled onto his side and pulled her gently against him, her back to his chest in a protective cocoon. One large hand stroked down her arm, over the curve of her waist, soothing the faint tremors that still rippled through her limbs. Verity felt utterly boneless, her mind floating in a haze of satisfaction she had never known before. Three shattering orgasms, each more intense than the last. Her body ached in the most delicious way, marked by his hands, his mouth, his relentless possession. For a whi
PAINTED IN SIN Chapter 31: Their Shared Pleasure
Verity’s body still trembled from the aftershocks of her second release, her thighs slick and her breathing ragged as she half-collapsed against Quentin’s legs. The sight of him—hard, glistening from her earlier strokes, pulsing with unmet need—only deepened the ache inside her. She had never felt anything like this. Kingsley had always chased his own finish, leaving her unsatisfied and hollow. But Quentin… he had unravelled her twice with nothing but his mouth and hands, worshipping her as if she were the only thing that mattered in his world. She could not wait any longer. “Quentin,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desperation. She shifted, turning to face him fully, her eyes pleading. “Please… I need you inside me. I want to feel all of you. Fuck me. Stretch me. Make me yours completely. I’ll beg if I have to—I need it so badly.” Quentin’s dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. He sat up slowly, one hand cupping her jaw as he studied her flushed face. A slow, predatory smi
PAINTED IN SIN Chapter 30: Worshipping Her Body
Quentin finally shifted above her, his body a wall of controlled heat as he gazed down at Verity. The deemed light, inside the bedroom, traced the sharp lines of his jaw and the dark hunger in his eyes. For a long moment, he simply looked at Verity, his thumb brushing a strand of hair from her damp forehead. “You are so beautiful,” he said, voice low and rough with something deeper than desire. “More than I ever let myself admit. I am the luckiest man alive to have you as my wife, Verity Langford. To have you here, like this, trusting me with your body.” The words settled over her like warm silk, but they carried an undercurrent that made her heart stutter. ‘Long before now.’ The thought flickered through her mind, unbidden — the way he spoke as if he had carried this want for years, not mere weeks since the contract. His words confused her, pulling at threads she was not ready to unravel in this haze of pleasure. Kingsley’s betrayal still lingered somewhere distant, but here, in Q
PAINTED IN SIN Chapter 29: Teasing Her
Verity lay back against the mountain of pillows Quentin had arranged for her, her body still humming from the power she had held over him moments ago. The taste of him still on her tongue, a secret thrill that made her cheeks flush even now. Quentin knelt between her parted thighs, his dark eyes locked on hers with that quiet intensity she was learning to crave. He was naked, the hard lines of his body sculpted by years of disciplined control, but tonight there was no haste in his movements. His large hands rested on her knees, and his thumbs tracing slow circles on the sensitive skin just above them. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, his voice low and rough like aged whiskey. “Not just your mouth on me, Verity. All of you. Every inch.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the inside of her left knee, then to the right. The gesture was almost reverent. Verity’s breath caught as his lips moved higher, mapping a deliberate path along her inner thigh. His stub
PAINTED IN SIN Chapter 28: Giving Him A Blow Job
Quentin was shirtless as he sat in bed, his back leaned against the headboard. His eyes were shut, more like he was meditating, his powerful chest rising and falling in a slow, controlled rhythm. Verity walked out of the walk-in closet, dressed in a white, thin, transparent short nightie. The del
PAINTED IN SIN Chapter 27: The Honeymoon
Verity still couldn't believe that word. ‘Honeymoon’. She had never had that before in her first marriage. Why does it feel like Quentin is doing this intentionally? Why does it feel like this marriage isn't for revenge, but for compensation? Verity’s thoughts continued, as she kept repeating that
PAINTED IN SIN Chapter 26: He Is Back
Verity stepped away from the table and moved toward a quieter corner of the club before finally answering the call. “Quentin,” she breathed softly. A low chuckle came through the phone. “Where is my wife?” The question was simple, yet it made her heart jump unexpectedly. “What?” she asked, t
PAINTED IN SIN Chapter 25: Their Complicated Marriage
Five days have passed since Quentin left. Verity woke up from sleep with Quentin’s words from the previous night still echoing in her mind. Reminiscing the conversation had her smiling again, but this time she didn’t even hate that she was smiling and feeling giddy because of him. The memory of h
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