Se connecterWarning: This story contains explicit scenes and is intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. “You said you’d never touch me again.” “I lied. And you like that, don’t you?” “Ten Sinful Commandments? Sounds like a church gone wild.” “More like a sin you’ll beg to confess.” Lydia Grace thought she left her past—and him—behind. But when she walks into a luxury club in Milan and locks eyes with Damian Moretti, the dangerously dominant man who once made her break every rule she lived by… it all comes flooding back. He’s powerful, seductive, and hiding a secret that could burn the world they both know. But Damian isn’t just here to rekindle the flames. He has a plan. One that involves ten unholy rules, whispered against her skin—rules that tempt her deeper into a game of control, surrender, and secrets. “You want me to obey you?” “No, sweetheart. I want you to crave it.” But Lydia has secrets too. A broken past, a ruined family legacy, and a dangerous mission that puts her right back in his arms… and at his mercy. Ten commandments. One forbidden man. And a past that won’t stay buried. Obsession is the first sin. The rest? You’ll have to beg for them.
Voir plusIf you kneel, kneel for love—or not at all. That was the last commandment. The one Lilith could never write. But Lydia had gone further. She didn’t just kneel. She made others do it. She didn’t just survive. She rewrote survival. And now, it was time. Not to escape. But to leave a legacy. She stood at the top of the staircase, overlooking the halls that once imprisoned her—barefoot, bruised, dripping in the heat of her final high. Damian lay beneath her somewhere still catching his breath, skin marked by her, mouth stained from the worship she allowed. But Lydia? She had already moved past him. Past the guilt. Past the hunger. Straight into the world she would now claim for herself. In the Red Room—rebuilt, repurposed—she laid out the commandments one by one on the altar of velvet. Not printed. Not digital. Etched by hand. In her ink. In her blood. In her story. Was The TEN SINFUL COMMANDMENTS And then She added the last one. One Lilith never had the stre
The air in the sealed room pressed in from all sides.Still.Suffocating.As if the space itself knew this moment was sacred. A moment that would split Lydia’s soul wide open—and reveal who she really was when all the fire had cleared.Dr. Marlow blinked slowly, wrists still strapped tight to the chair.Across the room, Damian hadn’t moved.But Lydia had.Not forward.Not backward.Inward.She stood between them now.The girl she’d been? Gone.The weapon she became? Spent.This woman?She was choosing.“You said you were watching me for them,” Lydia murmured, circling Marlow slowly. “But you didn’t stop anything. You didn’t warn me. You let it happen.”Marlow didn’t beg. Didn’t deny it.“I observed,” she said quietly. “Because I wasn’t allowed to interfere. And if I had… you wouldn’t have become what you are.”Lydia paused.Brows lifting.“That’s not an excuse. That’s a confession.”Marlow met her gaze. “It’s a truth. You don’t like it. But it’s why you survived.”Lydia turned then—sl
The reel in Lydia’s arms felt heavier with every step.Not because of its weight.But because of what it meant.It wasn’t just evidence.It wasn’t just memory.It was the last thread tying her to Lilith.And she was ready to burn it.She moved deeper into the underground wing—past every hall that once threatened her. Past the velvet. Past the mirrored rooms. Past the ghosts of moans and scars and rules carved in lust.Until she reached it.The final door.Unlike the others, it was white.Unassuming.Ordinary.Except for the keypad beside it—and a small scanner that blinked red.She lifted the reel.Slid the embedded chip from its core and touched it to the scanner.The red light blinked.Then turned green.Click.The door unlatched.“Lydia.”She froze.Damian’s voice.She turned slowly.He stood at the end of the hall, breathless, eyes locked on the reel in her hands.“I was looking for you,” he said, his voice tight.She said nothing.Not yet.His eyes dropped to the door behind her.
The key was warm in her palm.Not hot. Not glowing. Just… alive. Like it had waited for her skin. Her readiness.Lydia walked alone through the west corridor—silent, stripped down to the simplest version of herself. No robe. No red. No mask. Just the echo of her bare feet, and the heartbeat she no longer hid from.Damian hadn’t followed her.She hadn’t asked him to.Some things, she needed to face alone.The key slid easily into the lock.A door she’d never seen before—because it had never wanted to be seen.It opened with no sound.Just stillness.And a soft whisper of air, as if the room had just exhaled for the first time in years.Inside: darkness.And at the center of it, a small pedestal. A sealed glass case.Inside the case: a reel of film.Old. Fragile. Unmarked.Beside it, a note in Lilith’s handwriting:“For the girl who made it through the fire.”There was only one screen in the room.A projector, already wired.Waiting.Lydia moved without hesitation.Slotted the reel in.
The candle had burned low beside them.Its wax curled like a closing eye, as if the room itself had finally stopped watching. The silence wasn’t sacred now.It was final.Lydia shifted slowly, her body aching in that beautiful, soul-deep way—the kind that meant something real had happened. Not just
Lydia didn’t sleep.She let Damian fall into a slow, dreamless doze beside her, one hand resting on her thigh like he was grounding himself, silently begging her not to vanish.But she stayed awake.Eyes half-lidded.Mind alive.Her body was satisfied, but her soul? Aroused.She traced idle fingers
Damian was shaking.Not from pain.From denial.From the way Lydia sat on top of him like a sentence still being served, her body slick, pulsing, perfectly still—while his own was breaking apart beneath her restraint.His breathing had become shallow. His voice, silent. He had forgotten how to beg—
Lydia didn’t believe in forgiveness anymore.Not the kind they taught in soft voices with folded hands and tear-soaked apologies. Not the kind that begged for understanding while the body still bore the evidence of someone else’s power.No.She believed in balance now.In cause and consequence. In
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