All Chapters of A Sinful Night: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ALEXANDER POVI bent her over and grabbed her hair, shoving her into an immediate arch position, her ass high up in the air. She moaned, restless and still wanting more.“Did you miss me, hmm?” I asked.She didn’t answer. Her hands instead grabbed the bedsheets into a ball, her teeth biting into it as if to withhold her sounds. Slightly annoyed and yet pleased by this very look on her face—one that told me just exactly how much she wanted me too—I smacked her ass. She arched, slightly startled by my sudden move.“Did you miss me?” I repeated, almost snarling the question out.“Yes,” she gasped, her moan rolling out into a stretched ‘r’ that pleased my ears.I chuckled under my breath, getting more and more excited. I pushed away from her for a second, just savoring the sight in front of me. Her arched on the bed like that, taking in my punishment was all I needed to see for the drone in my head to keep shut.“Who did you fuck?” I questioned directly, my words slicing through the air l

LUCAS POVI retraced my steps back into the house, my fingers brushing over the surfaces I’d ignored during my last visit. Each touch felt like a quiet claim, a way to anchor myself in the spaces I had once tried to avoid. The courtyard was deserted, eerily quiet. My gaze drifted to the garden—a place now etched in my memory. It was there that I’d revealed Alexander was stealing from the company.Perhaps, if I hadn’t spoken out, the truth might have stayed buried. They wouldn’t have looked any further, and they wouldn’t have discovered that I was the real thief all along. Perhaps Alexander would not have been furious enough to expose me like that. I had forced his hand.Sighing, I walked to the front door and thought about knocking, but then I paused. I never knock on the doors here. I was part of the family. I knew all the passwords to the doors and hallways and whatnot. Just because my father told me I wasn’t his real son doesn’t mean I have to act like a stranger. I’m no stranger t

ALEXANDER POVI was jealous of my father—I realized it as I stared at him. It was a ridiculous thing to admit, but the truth had been festering in my heart all along. From the moment I saw him and Isabella together, the jealousy had pierced me so deeply that I’d seduced her in a bathroom just to prove I still had control over her. That was a foolish, impulsive thing to do, and even now, I wished I had never met her.Maybe if I hadn’t met her, I wouldn’t have these feelings gnawing at me. I wouldn’t be walking into my father’s branch office, knowing he’d be there, trying to “talk things out” just because she’d insisted. I was tired of Isabella constantly bringing Edward up every chance she got, as if her entire world revolved around him. It felt like she was using me, pushing some hidden agenda to please him. I didn’t understand it, and I was utterly sick of it.Edward’s door creaked open, and his eyes scanned the room before settling on me. His steps were slow, his movements uncertain

ISABELLA POVI looked around the store again, visibly shaken. Even though the call from Lucas ended three minutes ago, I could still hear him in my ears and feel him in the air. How in the world did he follow me here? I started to walk towards the cashier, my movements fast. Of course this was Lucas. If he wanted something, he would follow it to the ends of the earth.And in this case, I was the one that he wanted right now.My heart beat wildly in my chest as I rushed to the cashier. I needed to leave this place and fast. I spread my hands on the desk and leaned in, at the same time the cashier did."Found anything you like, ma'am?" The girl asked."No, thanks. I didn't exactly see what I wanted today, so can you scrap that off the record?"She smiled warmly at me. "Of course, ma'am. Have a great day."I rushed out of the boutique, my eyes sharp as I scouted everywhere. He could be somewhere, hidden in the shadows, yet when I looked about, I found no one. Soon my phone started to rin

ISABELLA POVI acted impulsively, thrusting my hand out to push the drink toward him instead. The cup tilted, spilling its contents all over him and into his food, ruining everything. For a moment, there was silence. Then I sprang into action.“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed, yanking off my apron and frantically dabbing everywhere—the bed, the sheets, the floor, and him—anywhere the juice had spread. “I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to touch it... my hands just moved on their own!”He pushed away from me and stood up, his meal and the juice now forgotten. “What the hell?” Edward yelled. “Do you want me to eat this food or not?”I blanched. “Of course I want you to!”“Then why aren’t you letting me enjoy it? You have been sulking all day long and now you deliberately pour the juice on me! It’s like you’re not even happy that I get to taste this amazing meal!”I blinked at him, my brain struggling to catch up to what he just said. “I made the meal for you. If I didn’t want you to h