Semua Bab Ten Sinful Commandments : Bab 71 - Bab 80

The morning light slipped between the heavy drapes, brushing over Lydia’s bare skin as she lay tangled in the satin sheets. But there was no warmth in the way her body curled. No peace in the way she stared at the ceiling.The images from the tape had imprinted themselves in her mind. The voyeurism. The shadow. The unmistakable sense that someone had once—maybe still—watched her from the dark.Damian sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, his head in his hands. “That tape… wasn’t meant to exist.”She turned toward him slowly. “But it does. And whoever filmed it, they knew where I lived. They knew my routine. That wasn’t some random stalker, Damian.”His jaw tensed. “I’ve sent the tape to someone I trust. They’re running facial recognition on the figure in the footage.”“You have someone who does that?” she asked, eyebrows raised.“I have a lot of things you don’t know about.”The silence that followed was thick with things unsaid.Then Lydia sat up, letting the sheets fall just enough

The blinking red light didn’t stop.Lydia stood, silk sheets tangled around her thighs, her bare skin flushed not just from s*x but from fury. She wrapped the sheet around herself and stepped off the bed, eyes locked on the small, glinting lens in the corner of the mirror.“Turn it off, Damian,” she said. “Now.”He moved—finally—and went to the hidden panel by the wall, where a small switchboard was tucked beneath the molding. His fingers hovered over the controls like he’d seen this before… like he’d used it.The thought sliced through her.“Don’t tell me this is your first time playing exhibitionist,” she added coldly.The red light went dark.“I didn’t know it was still recording,” he said again, voice harder now, as if trying to convince himself. “These rooms were wired by my father. I thought I disconnected all of it. But this… this must have been hidden deeper.”Lydia wrapped the sheet tighter and stepped away from the bed. “Then your father is still in this house. Somewhere. St

The morning light bled in softly through the sheer curtains of Room 9. The sheets still tangled around Lydia’s legs smelled like sweat, s*x, and sin. Damian lay beside her, half-asleep, his arm thrown possessively over her waist.But Lydia wasn’t resting.Her eyes were wide open.That room had given her everything and still taken something from her. Peace. Control. And now… curiosity she couldn’t kill.Because after everything Verena had said—and everything Damian had done—Lydia knew something was missing.One tape was never the whole story.She slipped out from under Damian’s arm carefully, barefoot, naked, but no longer afraid. Quiet as a whisper, she moved back to the hidden drawer behind the wall.And there it was.Another tape.Not labeled this time. Just a blank sticker on the front.And something inside her itched.She picked it up and tiptoed toward the player.The tape slid in with a click.The screen blinked to life.Static.Then—Damian.Younger. Smiling. Shirtless.Sitting

The lights were low, casting honeyed shadows across the velvet walls of the guest bedroom Lydia had tried—and failed—to make her escape to. Damian found her anyway.He always did.His presence filled the room before his body crossed the threshold. That dark, charged energy that clung to him like smoke. Lydia’s skin prickled the moment she heard the soft click of the door.“You didn’t answer me,” he said, voice low, velvet-drenched sin.Lydia didn’t turn. She was seated on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but one of his shirts. Her legs were bare. She could feel the fabric cling to the heat between her thighs.“I didn’t have to,” she whispered.He stepped closer. “But you want to.”She looked up slowly, eyes locking with his in the mirror across the room. She saw the hunger there. The torment. The obsession she wasn’t sure was entirely his—or hers.“I don’t know what’s real anymore, Damian,” she said. “But I know you want me like you want air. Like you’d burn for it.”“I already ha

The camera’s red light blinked softly in the corner.Lydia saw it first.She didn’t say a word.She let Ariella writhe beneath Damian’s mouth. Let the wet sounds of his tongue and her desperate moans fill the room like music. Let the act unfold as if she were nothing more than an erotic painting come to life.But Lydia’s eyes never left that blinking red light.Someone was recording them.No—watching them. In real time.It was deliberate.“Lydia,” Damian said, breathless as he pulled back from Ariella’s bare, quivering body. “Come here.”She stood slowly, letting the silk robe slip from her shoulders, pooling around her bare feet. The camera caught everything—her hardened nipples, the flush between her thighs, the heat simmering in her eyes.She stepped over Ariella’s thigh and straddled Damian, facing the blinking lens.And then she smiled.If they were going to watch, she would give them a show they’d never forget.Damian gripped her hips and slid inside her in one slow, punishing t