Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Taste Of Sin: Awakening Her Darkest Desires: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains violence, abuse, dubious consent, stalking, murder, alcohol and drug use, bondage, and other scenes that may be triggering to some readers. Reader discretion is advised, and if you're willing to go forward, then take it all like the good girls and boys that you are.[Tabitha’s POV]I take in the room around me, trying to figure out why I'm here instead of my own room. It was all too familiar and left me with a rapidly growing fear because I knew exactly what was to come, and no matter what I did, nothing would change."Brother," I whisper, throwing the gray-down comforter that is wrapped tightly around me off as my heart begins to pound in my chest. "Brother!"Feeling sick, I go crashing to the ground due to the comforter wrapping around my ankles like a hand that is determined to stop me from going to where he is, where they are, where a scene that should only be in horror movies awaits me.Kicking the fabric off, I scramble up and make my way acr

[Tabitha’s POV]I stand in line with Bonnie as a large bouncer asks for the IDs of those ahead of us. Even though we had arrived early, we still couldn’t beat the rush, which made me slightly hesitant about my decision to come out.However, when I remembered that bastard Anthony with Holly, I made myself dress in my skimpiest skirt with a black tube top so that my double-pierced belly button and dragon tattoo that traveled up my side and down my left arm showed along with a good portion of my skin.After pairing the outfit with some fishnet stockings, black thigh-high boots, and a leather jacket, I had to admit that I wouldn’t have any issues finding someone to help me mend my broken heart.When we reach the bouncer, I don’t miss his dark eyes trailing down my body, stopping for a few moments on my breasts before they come to rest on my face while a slow smile spreads across his lips."ID, sweetheart," he husks, lifting a large hand and waiting.Nodding, I hand it over and wait as he

[Tabitha’s POV]"No!" I gasp, my eyes flying open, to find that I’m still on the dance floor of Morte Diem and not in one of the play rooms above being fucked within an inch of my life. "Get the fuck away from me!"Feeling a wave of disgust rush through me, I move from between the two men and take in their amused expressions."What is it, baby girl?" Allister asks, taking a few steps toward me. "Was what we could do to you too much? You looked like the type that liked to play, but I guess we pegged you wrong."Too much? He had to be fucking kidding me. I wouldn’t mind that at all, but for it to be done by vampires... There was no fucking way."What the fuck are you even doing here?" I growl, reaching for the stake I always kept in a hoister on my thigh. "Vampires don’t intermingle with the rest of the supernatural world!"As a rule, those who lived in the dark stayed in the dark, but here they were among the rest of us.Fuck, this was bad. How could I have let my guard down that easil

[Tabitha’s POV]“Are you sure you’re fine to be alone?”Bonnie’s question lingers between us as I fumble for my keys.After leaving Morte Diem, my mind had been a mess. I still couldn’t believe that I came so fucking close to screwing around with vampires and then just simply let them get away after they placed their marks on me!What in the world had gotten into me? Why did I even let my guard down? I didn’t know, but I couldn’t stop replaying the scene in my head again and again.“I’ll be fine,” I assure her, making my voice sound light. “I’m just going to shower and go to bed. Don’t forget that we still have to work tomorrow.”Once I’m inside, I look down at my wrist again, taking in the mark that marks my skin while my anger comes to a boil, but before I can let it slowly devour me, my phone begins to ring.Sighing, I pull it from my pocket and take in the number of the precinct on it.Frowning, I swipe to answer and bring it to my ear.“Tabitha!” Dale, our overnight chief, booms,

[Tabitha’s POV]“Prove it,” I hiss, grabbing his cheeks and forcing him to look me in the eye. “Show me your sincerity, baby.”At my words, Anthony’s eyes grow dark, and one of his hands cups the back of my neck, slamming our mouths together while his other continues to hold me in place while we move from the wall to the couch.Panting, I find myself being thrown down before Anthony attacks, yanking my clothes off of me like a madman. Once they’re off, he starts to undress himself so that I get the perfect view of the many tattoos that cover his skin, covering the various scars that he bears from his many years as a warrior.Since we began to do the church's bidding when we came of age, Anthony was thrown into battle five years before me, and now, at the age of thirty, he bore many scars of honor over his kills.Despite being told that they showed his strength and tenacity, he still insisted on getting the tattoos that look like odd runes, but even to this day, he has never told me wh