All Chapters of Ten Sinful Commandments : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The room was dim, lit only by the amber glow of city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lydia stood at the edge of Damian’s bedroom, her silk slip clinging to the curves he’d memorized by mouth. Her lips were parted. Breath shallow. His stare made her feel like the only woman in the world—and also like prey.She didn’t run.He approached slowly, no words yet—just that coiled tension in his body that made her pulse trip. She knew this version of Damian. The one that undid her with silence before even touching her.“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, voice husky.He didn’t answer. Not with words. His hand went to her throat—gently—and lifted her chin.“I want you to say it,” he whispered.“Say what?”“My name,” he said, leaning in, brushing his lips against hers, “like a prayer. Like I’m your god tonight.”Her body flushed.And then he kissed her.Not softly. Not sweetly.But like a man who needed worship.They didn’t make it to the bed.He lifted her e

Lydia’s pulse hammered in sync with Damian’s relentless kisses trailing down her neck, igniting a fire that consumed all reason. His hands weren’t gentle—they were claiming, demanding, setting her skin ablaze with every stroke.“Tell me you want this, Lydia,” Damian growled, his voice thick with need, fingers tightening at the curve of her waist as his body pressed against hers.Her breath hitched, trembling under his control. “I want you—no, I need you—every inch, every secret you hide.”He smiled darkly, lips ghosting over hers before crashing in a heated kiss that stole her breath and sent her senses spiraling. Their bodies moved as one, a dangerous dance of lust and unspoken truths.Between gasps and whispered curses, Lydia’s mind raced. She was drowning in him, in the sinful thrill of surrender—and beneath it all, the silent question: how much could she trust the man who made her feel this alive, yet held so many secrets?Suddenly, his hand slid lower, tracing the edge of her hip

The room wasn’t just dim—it pulsed with danger, decadence, and the scent of betrayal.Lydia’s heels clicked against the marble as she entered the private suite above The Crimson House, her body still humming from the last time Damian had taken her here. But tonight, she wasn’t just a lover. She was a woman on a mission—with a secret buried under her silk lingerie and a lie dancing on her tongue.Damian lounged in the center of the room like sin in a tailored suit. His jacket was already off, sleeves rolled up, and he didn’t greet her with a kiss. Just a look. A dark one.“You’re late,” he said, voice like gravel dipped in velvet.She stepped closer, letting her coat fall to the floor. Beneath it, black lace clung to every curve, a silent apology—and a weapon.“I thought you liked me begging for your patience,” she whispered, lips curving.He didn’t smile.“Strip.”Her breath caught, but she obeyed, slowly. Piece by piece, the tension grew until she was naked before him—exposed in more

Lydia’s breath hitched as Silas’s fingers traced the curve of her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. The scent of his cologne—dark, intoxicating—wrapped around her like a trap she didn’t want to escape. Her mind screamed for caution, but her body betrayed her, trembling with a heat she hadn’t felt in months.Lydia (whispering): “This… this isn’t right.”Silas’s grin deepened, wicked and knowing.Silas: “You think right or wrong matters here? It’s all power. And tonight, you’re mine to command.”His lips found hers again, but this time the kiss was slow, deliberate—full of promises and threats. Her pulse thundered as his hand slid lower, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin just beneath the lace of her panties.The door creaked.Lydia’s head snapped up, heart pounding like a warning drum.Damian’s voice — low, dangerous — cut through the thick air.Damian: “Playing with fire, Lydia? You’re going to get burned.”Silas pulled back, eyes flashing with something dark and feral.Silas:

The room was dim, the only light coming from the flickering candle on the nightstand. Shadows danced on the walls as Lydia’s breath hitched, feeling the heat of Damian’s presence behind her. She could feel his fingers tracing slow, deliberate lines down her bare arm, each touch sending shivers that slipped under her skin.“You think you can keep secrets from me?” Damian’s voice was low, rough with desire, as his breath brushed the nape of her neck.Lydia’s pulse quickened. She turned just enough to catch his smoldering gaze. “Some secrets,” she whispered, “are worth hiding.”His hands slid from her arm to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush. The tension between them was electric, a dangerous mix of longing and control. Damian’s lips grazed her ear, his words laced with promise and challenge.“You don’t know what you’re starting, Lydia. Once I’m under your skin, there’s no turning back.”She swallowed hard, heart pounding as his hands roamed lower, fingers teasi