All Chapters of Ten Sinful Commandments : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Damian didn’t speak right away. He sat at the edge of the bed, his shoulders a fortress of tension, his hands clasped between his thighs like he was bracing for a storm. Lydia watched him in silence, the sheet pulled up to her chest—more for armor than modesty. The air between them was thick. Not with sex this time. With something colder. More dangerous. Truth. “She was my wife,” he said finally. Lydia’s breath caught. “I didn’t love her. Not the way she wanted,” he continued, staring at the wall as though Vivienne’s ghost were burned into it. “But she was powerful. Smart. Dangerous in ways I admired. We were… a transaction. She needed my name. I needed her ties.” “To what?” Lydia whispered. He looked at her then, and it was the first time she saw genuine fear etched in Damian’s eyes. “To the Commandments. To the ones who wrote them. She wasn’t just part of the system—I think she helped create it.” Lydia’s skin went cold. “You were married to a woman who helped write the Ten

The air between Lydia and Damian crackled with an electric charge, thicker than the scent of their mingled breaths. In the dim light of Damian’s study, shadows danced along the walls like whispered secrets neither dared to speak aloud.“You’re playing with fire, Lydia,” Damian murmured, his fingers trailing dangerous patterns along her collarbone. “The power you crave isn’t just a game. It’s a weapon. And every weapon has a price.”She met his gaze, fierce and unflinching. “Then show me how to pay it. Teach me to wield it, not be crushed by it.”His lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. “That’s the spirit. But don’t think I’ll go easy on you.”Their bodies pressed closer, the heat between them igniting a fierce hunger. Fingers tangled in silk sheets, skin sliding against skin, every touch a secret code of trust and challenge.As Damian’s hands roamed, Lydia’s mind raced—not just with lust, but with questions. What was Damian hiding beneath his charm and control? How much had Vivienn

Lydia wasn’t sure what woke her—his absence or her craving for him. Damian’s side of the bed was cold, empty, like he’d never been there at all. But his scent still clung to her skin, a mix of smoke, musk, and the kind of sin no amount of showering could ever cleanse.She slipped into one of his black silk shirts—barely buttoned—and padded through the penthouse. Moonlight pooled on marble floors. Silence stretched long and taut.Until she found him.Damian stood in the kitchen, shirtless, sipping whiskey, bathed in silver light. Shadows danced across the hard lines of his body, his tattoos curling like secrets across his chest. His eyes snapped to hers as if he felt her watching.“You couldn’t sleep either,” he said, voice rough.“I could’ve,” Lydia said, stepping closer, “but my body was still aching for you.”His jaw tightened.“Power doesn’t fade when the lights go out, Damian,” she whispered, brushing her fingers over his abs, then lower. “It lingers.”He caught her wrist. “And co

The moment Damian’s hand slid beneath the silk of her dress, Lydia’s mind fractured between want and warning. His touch was skilled—devastating. One finger brushed against her bare heat, slick and aching from the buildup of tension, the darkness between them threatening to consume everything else.She tried to breathe, to focus—but he wasn’t letting her think.“You’re wet for danger, Lydia,” he murmured, voice like velvet soaked in sin. “Don’t lie to yourself.”“I’m not—” Her voice cracked as his fingers found her clit, circling with slow, delicious cruelty. “Not just danger…”“No,” he agreed, nipping the shell of her ear. “You’re addicted to me.”The desk was cold beneath her thighs as he lifted her, pushing aside the scattered papers of a life she barely understood. He didn’t undress her—not yet. He loved the tease. The tension. The slow unraveling of control.His control.Her control.All of it was up for sacrifice.“You still don’t get it, do you?” he asked, sliding the thin strap

Lydia sat on the cold desk, her body still pulsing from the climax Damian had wrung from her, trembling not just from pleasure—but from the weight of everything unspoken.Damian leaned over her, his chest still heaving, his arms caging her in. His gaze burned down into her, wild and unreadable.She ran her fingertips over his jaw. “What happened to Vivienne, Damian?”His jaw twitched. “You really want to know now?”“I want to know while you’re still inside me,” she said, lifting her hips slightly, still wrapping her legs around his waist. “While I can still feel the truth driving into me.”His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real.“She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.”Lydia swallowed hard. “And?”“She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.”“What is the Seventh Sin?”He