All Chapters of To Sin. To Moan. To Feel.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Arya's POV.I stood at the edge of the pool, arms crossed over my chest as I watched Lucas dive into the water with effortlessly. He swam up moments later, his dark hair slicked back, water streaming down his sculpted shoulders. My throat went dry.Why does he have to look like sin itself?He ran a hand over his face, shaking off the excess water before resting his piercing gaze on me. "Come on in," he called, his voice deep, smooth... almost coaxing.I hesitated, my arms tightening around myself. “Turn around.”He suddenly smirked. "What?" “I said turn around. I need to take my clothes off.”His smirk grew into a full blown grin. “Now, why would I do that when I have every right to watch?”I quickly shot him a hard glare. "Lucas..." “Relax, babydoll. It’s just a swimsuit. Nothing I haven’t seen before.”I couldn't hold back my gasp. "You have not seen me in a swimsuit before!”“Not yet.” He winked.God, he is so cornily annoying. And why the hell does my stupid body find it intrig

Arya’s POV.I placed the last dish on the dining table and took a step back, exhaling softly. I had quickly rushed the meal immediately Lucas left the kitchen, with the fear of him returning and continuing his torture. I really hope this turns out well. Lucas sat there, watching me like a predator observing its prey. His eyes held that usual spark of amusement, mischief dancing in their glory. I wiped my hands on a napkin before turning to leave.“Arya,” his deep voice called, stopping me in my tracks.I turned reluctantly, my heart already picking up speed. “Yes?”“Sit.”I frowned slightly. “I thought I was just supposed to cook for you?”His lips curled into that lazy smirk, yet again. “And now, you’ll eat with me.”I hesitated, but then again, what choice did I have? If Lucas Griffin wanted something, he got it. He had made that very clear. So, I quietly pulled out the chair across from him and sat down.The moment he took his first bite, his expression changed. His smirk faded,

Arya’s POVLucas held tightly to my hand as he led me up the stairs, toward my room. His warmth seeped into my skin, making it impossible to ignore how insanely right... his hand felt in mine.The hallway was dimly lit as we approached my room. The only sound was the faint echo of our footsteps against the floors. Neither of us spoke, but I could feel the tension hanging thick in the air, unspoken words crackling between us.I stole a glance at him. His sharp jawline, the way his blue-green eyes flickered with something unreadable in the low light… He looked lost in thought, but his fingers stayed wrapped around mine like he had no intention of letting go.Why did he always do this?Why did he insist on holding my hand whenever we walked together?It was a simple act, yet it made my heart hammer every time.I told myself it was nothing. That it meant nothing.But I knew I was lying to myself.We reached my door, and I halted. Lucas stopped too, but his hands still holding mine. I dre

Arya's POV.I sat by the pool, hugging my knees to my chest, the night was silent except for the soft ripples of the pool water.Cold breeze brushed against my skin, but it wasn’t the chill that made me shiver... it was the frustration boiling inside me.My eyes were tightly locked onto the exit gate of the mansion. The very place where she had walked out just minutes ago, with a smug smile on her lips, looking all too satisfied.I should have ignored it. I should have been indifferent. After all, it’s not like Lucas is mine. But the moment I saw her leaving his room, an ugly, burning sensation had taken over my entire being. It felt as though someone had driven a knife deep into my chest and twisted it mercilessly.I clenched my fists, feeling like a fool. What the hell is wrong with me? I wasn’t supposed to care. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything. This was temporary. In two days, I’d be gone. Out of his life. Away from his teasing, his flirtations, his annoying smirks.And yet… wh

Arya’s POV. The cool air caressed my skin as Lucas led me out of the house, ofcourse firmly holding onto my hands as always. His long fingers laced through mine like he was afraid I’d slip away, but I wasn’t going anywhere. Not when my heart was pounding with anticipation. "Where are we going?" I asked, glancing at him as he guided me toward the black car parked in front of the mansion. He smirked, that signature cocky smirk that made my stomach twist into a thousand knots every single time. "That’s for me to know and for you to find out," he said, opening the car door for me. I rolled my eyes and stepped in, sinking into the plush seat as he shut the door behind me. Within seconds, he slid into the driver’s seat, his muscular forearms flexing as he gripped the wheel. He ignited the car and we took off into the night. I stole a glance at him under the dim interior lights. He looked effortlessly handsome, the very definition of luxury, of power. "Seriously, just tell me wher