Mag-log inI feel his eyes on me, staring through the darkness—darkness as black as his soul. As the fiancée of a rich state senator, I should be living the easy life, but that’s not how it is for me. My mother’s sick with cancer, my fiancé smells like women’s perfume, and I’m not sure he even loves me. When I start to sense someone watching me, I should be terrified. Instead, I’m electrified. Kidnapped, held in a small room, but not tortured, I’m given a chance to study this man behind the mask. He’s intriguing in ways he shouldn’t be. He excites me in places I’ve never felt before. Should I give into the enticement and taste his sin? Or try to return to my regular life with a man I cannot trust who probably doesn’t care about me at all? It’s tempting—that’s for damn sure. Tempted by Sin is a steamy dark stalker romance that might be triggering to some. You won’t want to miss the shocking twist at the end!
view moreAceA full month has passed since the wedding. I wake up to sunlight cutting through the blinds, Paetyn’s head against my chest, and for a second, I can’t remember what used to keep me up at night. My wife stretches and yawns, still half asleep. Her hair’s a mess, her nightgown slipping off one shoulder, and I can’t stop myself from staring. “Good morning,” she murmurs. “Good morning,” I say. The simplicity of it feels foreign. We don’t have to fight for scraps anymore. We don’t have to dodge, hide, or wonder if the next day will kill us. I roll out of bed, and she gets up with me. We go to the kitchen, and she makes coffee while I skim through updates on my phone. Shipments are moving, and deals are closing. I check the messages. Everything’s in motion, and everything is under control. Life is good.The Seditios run smooth. My men know what they’re doing; they move fast and clean. I don’t need to hover over every little thing. Turns out that treating people with respect earns resp
PaetynRaya bursts into Ace’s apartment with her usual cheerful energy. “Good morning, future Mrs. Dante,” she teases, carrying a notebook filled with fabric swatches, color palettes, and magazine clippings. I laugh, letting her settle on the couch, and pour us both coffee. “We have a lot to do today,” she says, flipping open the notebook. “Flowers first,” I say. “I want champagne, coral, white, and light pink everywhere. My bouquet, the centerpieces, everything.”She nods, smiling. “Soft, feminine, and classic. Nothing that will compete with your gown.” She clicks her pen. “And speaking of the gown, I can't wait to finally go dress shopping today.”I laugh again, feeling the nervous thrill rise in my chest. Planning the wedding has been one thing, but picking my dress? That feels like a fairytale come true. We spend the next hour jotting down ideas, flipping through magazines, circling items in corals, blushes, and creams. By late morning, we head out to the boutique. I trail beh
PaetynI wake to the mattress dipping behind me as Ace slides into bed. I open my eyes and see him lying down beside me. He smells like soap. “You’re home,” I murmur, my voice heavy with sleep.“Yeah,” he says quietly. He brushes his knuckles along my arm. “I’m sorry I woke you.”I roll onto my side to face him. His eyes look tired, rimmed red. “It’s done,” he says. “Enzo’s dead.”“So it’s over?” I ask. “You’re running things now?”He nods, and I’m filled with pride. I reach for him, pressing my lips to his. When our lips part, he yawns. “I’m exhausted,” he admits.“Then sleep,” I say, kissing his cheek. He doesn’t even answer. His arm drapes over my waist, heavy and protective, and within minutes, his breathing evens out, deep and unguarded. I stay still for a while, listening to him breathe. I lay there for a couple of hours, not wanting to disturb his slumber. When I finally slip out of bed, I move quietly. I shower, dress, style my hair, and do my makeup. The city outside is
AceVinny stands near the window in the pool house, watching the patio through the blinds. I sit at the table, waiting. Rocco, Luka, and Marko slipped back inside minutes ago. The plan is to have them blend into the crowd again, making sure Enzo is occupied. Soon, Luka will suggest to some of the tipsy ladies that they should take the party outside to the heated pool and the hot tubs. We hear a commotion, and I rise to peek out another window. A ripple of movement catches my eye. Partygoers start drifting out the doors, laughing, glasses in hand. Then, the girls start peeling off dresses, tossing them on chairs and tables, revealing lingerie beneath, and the first few jump into the pool. Vinny and I don’t move as the patio fills with people. The pool is full of splashing bodies, heels abandoned on the deck. Enzo remains at the center, oblivious. He’s got a pretty blonde woman leaning against him. Both of them laugh as they strip down to their underwear. He moves toward the hot tub
Ace’s POVA scream pierces through the air, sharp and painful. Any normal person would cringe at the sound or be filled with such fear it would make their knees wobble like a newborn fawn. But I’m not a normal person. Never claimed to be. I’m the fucking devil. I squat in front of the man chained
Paetyn’s POVFor a split second, my brain convinces me I’m blind. Darkness surrounds me, engulfing me whole and holding me hostage. But the soft buzzing working its way into the depths of my mind tells me that I haven’t been completely dragged down to the depths of hell with no sight of return. Not
Paetyn’s POVThe voice of the client sitting across from me is slightly muffled by the rampant thoughts of the masked man racing through my mind. It has been two days since I saw him standing in my backyard, his eyes piercing me through the mask covering his features, and I haven’t stopped thinking
Paetyn’s POVMy heart rate hasn’t slowed down since the incident in the parking lot. Even as I drive further away, leaving the man standing under the streetlamp in my rearview, my heart continues to pound painfully against my rib cage, pulsating in my ears.Who was that man? And why did it feel as


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