Semua Bab Ten Sinful Commandments : Bab 1 - Bab 6

Lydia’s phone buzzed just after midnight.Her heart leapt before her brain caught up. She shouldn’t be expecting anything—or anyone—but somehow, she was.Damian.Her breath hitched as she picked up the phone, the glow of the screen casting shadows across her skin.Are you alone?Two simple words.And yet they made her thighs press together in instinctive anticipation.She hesitated… then typed:Yes.The reply was almost instant.Good. I want you to do something for me.Lydia swallowed hard, staring at the words like they might burn into her soul.She’d known him for less than twenty-four hours.And yet the heat in his gaze haunted her dreams. The way he’d touched her chin like a challenge. The way he’d walked away—like he knew she’d follow eventually.Touch yourself. But don’t finish. Not unless I say so.Her fingers trembled. Was this really happening?A thrill surged through her body, part fear, part arousal. A man she barely knew was commanding her through a screen… and she wanted

Lydia stared at herself in the mirror.The bracelet was still there.No key, no clasp, no logical way to remove it—not without tools or force. It felt more like a mark than jewelry. A reminder. A warning. A dare.The Latin phrase haunted her now. Aut disce aut discede.Learn or leave.She didn’t know which she was doing.Her phone buzzed. Unknown number.Damian: Wear something that makes you feel powerful. Tonight, the first commandment begins. Car picks you up at 8. Don’t be late.There was no “would you like to join me” or “are you ready?”Just a directive. Inevitable. Like gravity.And God help her—she responded with one word.Lydia: Okay.—The car arrived precisely at eight. Sleek, black, window-tinted. The driver didn’t speak—just opened the door with a nod.As she stepped inside, her heart pounded a fierce rhythm.Her dress was deep crimson, backless, thigh-slit to the hip. A rebellion stitched into silk. She didn’t wear it for him. She wore it for her. For the mirror. For the

Lydia couldn’t breathe as the black envelope slipped from her fingers. The words on the paper swam before her eyes, their meaning growing clearer with each passing second.Sign it. And you’ll belong to me.A shiver ran through her body. She didn’t want to belong to him. Not like this. Not so completely.But deep down, the thought thrilled her.Damian was standing only a few inches away, the tension between them so thick that it practically hummed in the air. His eyes locked onto hers, fierce and unwavering, a quiet command behind every glance.“Go ahead,” he said softly, his voice like velvet wrapped around a blade. “Sign it. Or walk away.”She could feel the weight of his words, the pressure of his gaze, but her hand remained frozen. How had she gotten here? A week ago, she never could have imagined being in a situation like this. Her life had been safe, predictable. Now, she was standing at the edge of something dark and all-consuming, unable to see the bottom.Damian’s fingers brus