Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ten Sinful Commandments : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Her body still hummed from the night before, but Lydia couldn’t ignore the ache blooming deeper—under her skin, in the dark corners of her trust.Damian hadn’t said a word all morning. He moved like a storm barely restrained, his eyes unreadable, jaw clenched. And yet, his hand brushed hers when she reached for coffee, fingers lingering a second too long. It wasn’t affection—it was possession. A warning.“You’re quiet,” Lydia said softly, tracing the rim of her cup. “Too quiet.”He tilted his head. “Power has its silence.”She didn’t answer. Not yet. Because she had tasted it too—the way her own influence in his world had grown. Men looked at her differently now. Whispers followed her. She had stepped into his shadow, yes. But she was casting one of her own.Last night, she had dared to touch his secrets. And he’d punished her for it—with a kiss that stole the breath from her chest, with fingers that left marks and made her beg for more.But consequences had more than one face.“Vi

Damian was in his study, whiskey half-drunk, shirt half-buttoned, and guilt swimming in his eyes. The moment Lydia walked in, he stiffened.“You went back into the East Wing,” he said flatly.She didn’t deny it.“I met her,” Lydia whispered, walking toward him slowly. Her voice was calm—too calm. “Juliana. Or Vivienne. Or whatever version of your ghost she is.”Damian’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away.“She’s not supposed to be here,” he muttered. “She promised she’d disappear.”Lydia’s smile was bitter. “And you believed her?”“Lydia…” He stood, crossing the space between them. “I kept it from you to protect you.”“No.” She stepped back, heat rising in her voice. “You kept it from me because it made you feel powerful.”Damian stared at her—eyes dark, jaw clenched. “You want power now? Fine. Take it.”He reached for her wrist and tugged her close. Hard.“You want to know the truth? She seduced me before I even knew who she really was. She made me chase her. She let me fall—th

Lydia sat on the velvet chaise in Damian’s private study, her silk robe barely tied, her skin still flushed from the storm they’d just unleashed upstairs. Her legs were crossed, one foot dangling in the air like a dare. Across the room, Damian stood by the liquor cabinet, pouring bourbon with a steady hand, but his eyes kept drifting back to her.“You didn’t just kiss the edge of danger tonight,” he said, handing her the glass. “You swallowed it whole.”Lydia sipped slowly, letting the heat burn its way down. “And you liked it,” she murmured.“I like power,” Damian said, stepping closer. “But I love watching someone crave it… even when it destroys them.”Before Lydia could answer, the door creaked open.Vivienne.But she wasn’t alone.Trailing behind her in a red slip dress and smirking like the devil’s lover was a stranger Lydia had never seen—gorgeous, wild-eyed, and unapologetically bold.“This,” Vivienne said, voice smooth as satin, “is Raven. She’s here because things have been g

The night wrapped around them like a velvet shroud, the only light coming from the flickering candles scattered across the room. Damian’s fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns along Lydia’s spine, sending shivers that had nothing to do with the cool air.“Tell me everything,” Lydia whispered, voice thick with want and something darker—fear, maybe, or desperation.He hesitated, the weight of his secrets pressing down like a stone in his chest. Then, with a deep breath, he began.“It wasn’t just business, Lydia,” he confessed, his voice rough with emotion. “Vivienne wasn’t just a casualty in the game. She was… more.”Her pulse quickened, heart hammering in her ribs. “More how?”Damian’s eyes darkened. “She was the one who made me question everything. The one I wanted to save, even if it meant losing myself.”Lydia’s breath hitched, her body arching toward his like a moth to flame. “And did you?”He pressed his forehead to hers. “I lost and won, all at once.”A flicker of vulnerabilit

Lydia wasn’t sure what woke her first—the warmth of Damian’s breath brushing the back of her neck… or the silk scarf tied delicately around her wrists.Her eyes fluttered open, only to find herself lying on her stomach, the sheets tangled beneath her and the unmistakable weight of his body behind her. His fingers traced lazy, maddening patterns along her spine, each stroke deliberate, each pause a tease.“You looked too tempting not to touch,” he murmured into her ear, his voice husky with the kind of sleep-drenched desire that made her body tremble. “Do you want me to stop?”She let out a low, breathless laugh. “I dare you to.”Damian’s chuckle rumbled against her skin. “You always say the most dangerous things.”He shifted above her, and she gasped as his lips found the curve of her shoulder, then her lower back, slow and sinful. Her legs parted instinctively, and he took it as an invitation—his hand sliding down to grip her thigh, pulling her into a rhythm neither of them had contr