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Chapter Twenty
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2026-04-15 05:58:47
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The Debt Of Sin: I’m sleeping with my husband son! Chapter Thirty-Nine
My hands roamed over his broad shoulders, peeling away his shirt to reveal the taut muscles etched with the day's labor, my fingers tracing the familiar contours as if rediscovering a lost map. Roman groaned, his arousal evident as his cock hardened against my thigh, straining through his jeans, and he lifted me effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, the cool edge pressing into my skin as I wrapped my legs around him. My blouse fell open under his urgent hands, exposing my breasts, nipples peaking in the warm air, and he cupped them reverently, his thumbs circling the sensitive buds until I arched into him with a soft moan. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he breathed, his mouth descending to taste me, his tongue flicking and teasing while his free hand slipped under my skirt, finding my pussy already slick with desire. I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as he stroked my folds, the intimate rhythm building between us, each touch a bridge to the passion we’ve starved for, our bodies m
The Debt Of Sin: I’m sleeping with my husband son! Chapter Thirty-Eight
The ache in my chest deepens.Because this… This silence hurts more than anger would. More than accusations.Because it feels like doubt.Like something between us has shifted in a way I don’t know how to fix.“Please,” I whisper, my voice softer now, more vulnerable than I intended. “Just believe me.”Nothing.The quiet stretches too long.Too painful.I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t keep waiting for something that isn’t coming.So I turn around Slowly.My body feels heavy as I take a step toward the door, ready to leave, ready to escape the suffocating silence between us.But I don’t get far.His arm wraps around my waist suddenly.Firm.Unyielding.Pulling me back against him.A sharp breath leaves me before I can stop it.“Roman…”The words die in my throat.Because his face presses into the side of my neck.Warm.Close.His breath uneven against my skin.I freeze.Completely still.My heart pounds harder now, faster, louder, like it’s trying to break free from my chest.His hol
The Debt Of Sin: I’m sleeping with my husband son! Chapter Thirty -Seven
The house feels different after the burial.Not just quiet, but hollow.Like something that once held weight, presence, control… has been ripped out, leaving behind an emptiness that doesn’t sit right. The walls don’t echo the same way. The air doesn’t settle the same way. Even the silence feels unfamiliar, stretched thin, uneasy.I step into the kitchen slowly, my body heavier than it should be, my thoughts louder than I can control.The lights are already on, too bright against my tired eyes. They make everything look too clear, too exposed, like there’s nowhere to hide from what’s running through my mind.I move toward the fridge without thinking.Water.That’s all I need.Just something to calm the dryness in my throat. Something to steady the way my chest feels too tight, like it hasn’t relaxed since the hospital.I open the fridge, grab a bottle, and twist the cap open with fingers that aren’t as steady as I want them to be.The first sip is cold.Sharp.But it doesn’t settle an
The Debt Of Sin: I’m sleeping with my husband son! Chapter Thirty-Six
The sky is grey the morning of the burial.Not stormy, not raining, just dull and heavy, like the world itself has decided to hold its breath. The kind of sky that presses down on everything, making even the smallest movement feel weighted.I stand among the crowd, dressed in black, my fingers curled tightly around each other in front of me. People murmur softly, their voices blending into a low hum that never quite forms into anything clear. Faces I barely recognize pass by, offering condolences, nods, brief touches on my arm.I don’t hear them.I don’t really see them either.Everything feels distant.Muted.Like I’m standing slightly outside of my own body, watching all of this unfold from somewhere far away.Viktor is gone.The words still don’t sit right in my mind. They don’t settle. They don’t make sense. Every time I try to grasp it fully, something in me pulls back, refusing to accept it completely.Because just days ago, he was alive. And I was planning on killing him…. But
The Debt Of Sin: I’m sleeping with my husband son! Chapter Thirty-five
The drive to the hospital feels endless.Every second stretches, pulling thin, refusing to move fast enough. My fingers won’t stop trembling in my lap, my breath uneven, shallow, like if I take a full one, everything will collapse into something real I’m not ready to face.No.It’s not real. It can’t be. I just left him.He was alive. He was speaking.Looking at me with those sharp, calculating eyes.Men like Viktor don’t just… die.They don’t disappear that easily.So this, This has to be a mistake.It has to be.The car finally stops, and I don’t wait. I push the door open before it’s fully steady, stepping out quickly, almost stumbling as I rush toward the hospital entrance. The doors slide open, that same sterile smell hitting me again, stronger this time, suffocating.My heart pounds louder with every step.“Room 312,” I mutter to myself, already moving, already heading toward the elevator.Everything feels too familiar.Too recent.Like I never really left.The elevator doors op
The Debt Of Sin: I’m sleeping with my husband son! Chapter thirty-four
Roman steps closer again.“You keep saying that,” he murmurs.“And I mean it,” I reply, though my voice betrays me.“Do you?” he asks.My breath stutters.Because I don’t know anymore.Not when he’s this close.Not when the tension feels like it’s burning through me.Not when everything inside me is screaming something different.His hand lifts slightly.Pauses.Then gently brushes against my arm.And that’s it.That’s all it takes.The argument.The anger.The denial.It all collapses in on itself.His lips find mine.Everything we’ve been holding back spills into it, every word we didn’t say, every emotion we tried to bury.My fingers curl into his shirt, pulling him closer.His hands find my waist, steady, firm, like he’s anchoring me in place.And for a moment, nothing else matters. Not Viktor. Not Anastasia. Not the house.Just this.Just him.Just us.As the kiss deepens, slows, shifts into something softer, something quieter, something that lingers instead of burns, I stop. Pus
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