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Sin For Me, Sir. The Quiet Between Flames
Chapter Twenty-SixThe Quiet Between FlamesLeila’s POVThe lock echoed in the silence.No one moved.The air still trembled with what had just happened: rage, fear, love, all tangled into something too sharp to name.Sebastian’s chest still rose and fell too fast, his shirt torn at the collar, the edge of his jaw bruised where Blake’s fist had landed. Blake stood opposite him, one hand braced on the wall, his lip split and eyes dark with everything unsaid.And I…..I stood in the middle of it.The space between them. The storm’s eye.I tried to breathe, but every inhale felt borrowed.Every exhale tasted like smoke.The room was still a mess of papers on the floor, the lamp’s bulb flickering weakly, dust hanging in the air like fog. The sound of rain began tapping faintly against the window, soft and hesitant.That’s when I whispered, “He locked us in.”Sebastian’s head snapped toward the door, that fire in him reigniting for a flash. He grabbed the handle, twisted it hard. It didn’t
Sin For Me, Sir. Ashes and Sparks
Chapter Twenty-FiveAshes and SparksLeila’s POVThe room was in full eruption as Sebastian and Blake collided like storms, fists breaking the silence, the desk shuddering vigorously beneath their weight. Wood cracked, a lamp toppled, and shadows lurched across the walls. My throat ripped with a scream, but it barely threaded through the violence.Sebastian’s jaw was set, his fury was blazing bright as fire. Blake’s heart was stiff as stone, all restraint shattered, his blows sharp, deliberate, fueled by something deeper than rage.I should have run far away.I should have chosen.Instead, I stood frozen with my body pressed to the edge of the desk, my hands trembling uselessly at my sides. Because in some sick way, I couldn’t look away.Two men, tearing themselves open just for me.“Stop!” My voice cracked, swallowed by the sound of flesh hitting flesh.Sebastian shoved Blake back into the desk again, splinters flying. “You think you can stand there and claim to be better? You’re jus
Sin For Me, Sir. The Knife’s Edge
Chapter Twenty-FourThe Knife’s EdgeLeila’s POVThe silence was a wound.It bled between us, filling the room thicker than smoke, sharper than any blade. My lips still burned from Sebastian’s kiss, my chest still ached with Blake’s broken plea, and yet I felt Damian’s shadow pressing from the corridor like he’d carved himself into the bones of the air.Three men, three hungers, three traps.And me, the foolish center of all of it.I wanted to scream. I wanted to vanish. I wanted God help me to be kissed again.Instead, I stood with my palms pressed flat to the desk, shaking like the wood might steady me.Sebastian hadn’t moved. He stood where I’d left him, chest rising like he’d swallowed fire, his hand white-knuckled against the desk edge. His eyes burned into mine, dark and endless, and I could still taste the desperation he’d poured into me.Blake was different. His face was pale, jaw tight, his fists trembling with restraint. He wasn’t fire he was stone. Breaking himself from the
Sin For Me, Sir. The Fracture
Chapter Twenty-ThreeThe FractureSebastian’s POVThe door clicked shut behind her, and for the first time in years, I felt hollow.Leila’s voice still echoed in the room until then. A promise, a curse, a blade tucked neatly between my ribs.Blake stood across from me, chest heaving, his lip split, blood trailing the curve of his chin. He looked like a man who’d just watched his world slip from his grasp.We were both stripped bare in that silence, but Blake was the first to break it.“You don’t deserve her,” he spat, voice thick with fury.I let the words settle before I answered calmly with a sharp precision. “Neither do you.”His fist tightened at his side. I could see the tremor in his knuckles, the urge to lunge at me, to spill blood just to prove he could.“You think this is a game?” His voice cracked with something beyond rage something rawer, deeper. “Dragging her into your hunger, your chaos, like she’s a piece you get to move on the board?”“She’s not a piece,” I snapped, s
Sin For Me, Sir. The Office Glass
Chapter Twenty-TwoThe Office GlassSebastian’s POVThe sound of the watchers at the door gnawed at my ears like teeth scraping bone. Damian’s smile burned into me, that damn key clenched in his fist, the promise of power sealed in his silence.But it was her face I couldn’t shake….Leila’s face was pale, furious, frightened… and mine at that point didn’t matter.Damian had set the board, but I refused to be his pawn. I wouldn’t let him write the ending for me, not when her choice still lived raw in the air. She had moved toward him first but hesitation was not finality.I caught her wrist again but this time she didn’t pull back.“Come with me,” I whispered…not a plea, not a question it was a command laced with desperation.Her lips parted to argue, but the watchers slammed harder, and in the blur of chaos was Blake wrestling for breath, Damian standing like a statue carved from shadow I dragged her out.Down the corridor, and into the office, door slammed shut in silence of the kind
Sin For Me, Sir. The Quiet Mathematics
Chapter Twenty-one The Quiet MathematicsDamian’s POVLeila moves immediately not to Blake nor to Sebastian but rather to me.Her hand trembles, but it lifts anyway, closing the gap between us. She doesn’t touch my palm, but the intent is there, obviously her choice has been made.Sebastian reacts instantly as his hand clamps around her wrist, jerking her back. The key flashes in his other hand, silver teeth biting his skin.“She doesn’t choose you,” he spits. “She never will.”Leila yanks against him. “Let me go.”I don’t need to move. I don’t need to raise my voice. I only just said “You’re holding her too tightly.”Sebastian bares his teeth. “You gave her the key to destroy her and now you think I’ll let you finish what you started?”“Not think,” I replied. “Know.”Blake cuts in then, shoving himself between them, forcing Sebastian to take back a step. His body is rigid, ready to break if it means shielding her.“Both of you are done,” he snaps. “She isn’t a prize. She isn’t a we
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