All Chapters of Sinful desire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Scream, cry, beg. The more you try to resist, the more tempting you become." 
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Aeval lost everything to destiny. Her horrific past still haunts her even after years. A mistake made in intoxication now has make her nights sleepless and days restless. At the young age of 22, she is struggling to find her broken pieces in streets of New York even if it meant stealing to pass the night without empty stomach. Her life turned upside down when one night she broke one of her rules and slept with the most deadliest man she can ever encounter, unintentionally. Lorenzo Bianchi, has everything, from riches to women, from wealth to control. At the young age of twenty-seven, he has achieved what is described as nearly impossible for rest. He’s the kind of man who can put a bullet through your head before you could even take a breath. Looks of a God and eyes of the devil, he rules darkest alleys of hell. Mafia leader of one of the ruthless clan, he is on mission in New York when he meets a

Laundry and relationships, they’re the same. The older they’re, the more filth they carry. Last night I reached home at two in the morning. Without wiping my makeup, I immediately rushed to bed as it was more inviting than the bathroom. And when in the morning I checked the bathroom, I realised my laundry was pending since last week. And unfortunately, I didn’t have anything clean to wear today except the dress I usually avoid. And now, I was cleaning my undergarments. It took me barely an hour or two to clean the mess and make my abode look like a decent place. My apartment was a one-bedroom and had a small kitchen with a decent living room. And my brain runs wild with a series of thoughts. Cause this seemed like the only thing I could do right now. The money I stole washed away the passing moment, living in an expensive city like New York felt more dangerous than lurking in a cage with a lion. It’s usually hard and draining. My phone beeped and I dried my hand with the towel b

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Bella. I’m gonna pump you nice and full of my cock.” Lorenzo said. I moaned, tossing my head back, letting him wrap his fingers around my hairs, as my teary eyes glanced at him. I had forgotten whatever role I was going to play today. I was not supposed to be here, in VIP section, draped over the couch underneath a foreign man, a total stranger who I had known for barely an hour. “Oh god! P-please, give it to me.”His huge hands cupped my breasts, manipulating my body like a puppet, chuckling near my ears and I felt shivers dancing all over my skin. So strange and so sensational. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time. He pushed his groin against my aching core, making a lewd moan escaping my lips as I pushed my hips back, begging with my body. “Would you like to ride?” He asked seductively, his deep voice reverberating through his chest and rushing in line sending me on cloud tenth if it even existed. “Y-yes,” I gave in and let my desire get the hold o

I glanced out the window, as the taxi drove into the outskirts of the town. I felt both warmness and anxiousness coming over me as I took in the nostalgic air. Fear of abandonment became my core belief because of events outside of my control when I was just a child. There were ways to fix and counter that, ways to learn by myself. The driver pulled out in front of a big two-storied mansion, as the driver finished parking, my sister came running out of the house and down the stairs. I met halfway as Emilia collided into a warm embrace."Emilia," I contemplated as I took in her familiar scent."Aeval, it's been so long," Emilia whispered with tears in her eyes as she took a minute to look me over. "My God! You're more beautiful than I last saw you." I chuckled heartily holding my little sister by the shoulders. "Have you been eating enough?" Emilia playfully rolled her eyes. But she couldn’t fool me. I could see specks of sadness in her eyes."Oh come on, this is today's beauty stand

The ride to my new house was awfully awkward. My face was all red and sweat was pouring down my spine like someone had thrown me in front of the raging lion. Maybe it was true ‘cause Lorenzo Bianchi’s intense gaze was anything but gentle, it was relentless and piercing. For god’s sake, why did he have to ride with us? “Should I open the window?” Enrique asked worriedly. I frowned moving my head to look at him to find his gaze on my hands. I gulped tensely rubbing my sweaty hands on the most expensive dress I had ever worn. His gaze lingered on my face for a moment and I shook my head with a small smile. I was worrying him for no reason. “No, it’s alright,” I mumbled avoiding his gaze to look outside. The environment in the car was intense and even when tried, I couldn’t manage to ignore Lorenzo’s intense gaze as he glared at me from the mirror. Some gazes were the promise of warmth, his was dangerous and lethal. Under different circumstances, I would've been amazed by his mystical