Semua Bab Ten Sinful Commandments : Bab 81 - Bab 90

The question lingered in the air like smoke—dark, thick, and impossible to ignore.Lydia’s back was already pressed against the cold paneling of the hidden room Maxim Blackwell used to haunt. Her wrists trembled, but not from fear. No… this was something else. Something hotter. Hungrier. Something she hated herself for craving.Damian stood before her, his tie loose, shirt open, the fury in his eyes slowly dissolving into something much more dangerous—desire with no filter. No control.His thumb brushed the edge of her jaw, tilting her face up. “You’re still scared of me, aren’t you?”Her lips parted. “I don’t know what you are.”“I don’t, either,” he whispered, stepping closer. “But I know what I am when I touch you.”His mouth crashed onto hers—raw, punishing, claiming her like he needed to erase every trace of Maxim Blackwell’s shadow from her skin. She clawed at his shirt, breathing him in, tasting the man who had become her obsession… her addiction.And then his hand wrapped arou

Lydia stirred against Damian’s chest. Her skin still glowed from the aftershocks, her thighs slick with satisfaction, her wrists marked faintly by the cuffs. But her mind… her mind wouldn’t settle.Because even in the heat, even in Damian’s arms, she could feel it—The eyes.Watching.She turned slowly toward the corner of the room, where the shadows didn’t quite behave. The velvet drapes were drawn, but a red light blinked softly in the dark. She jolted upright.“Damian… what is that?”He tensed beside her. Too quickly.She shoved the covers away and slid off the bed, naked and flushed, but no longer dazed. Her feet padded silently across the floor. The red light blinked again.Tiny.Hidden.A camera.She gasped. “Is this on?”He was out of bed in a second, grabbing the device and yanking it from the wall like it burned him.“I didn’t put this here,” he snapped.Lydia crossed her arms over her chest. “You expect me to believe that? After everything? There was a camera watching us jus

The morning sun hadn’t yet reached the blackout curtains. The room was cloaked in quiet shadows, but Lydia wasn’t sleeping.She lay on her side, naked under Damian’s sheets, her skin still carrying the bruised heat of last night’s devotion. Her thighs ached, her lips were swollen, and every inch of her body whispered his name. But it was the silence between them now that unnerved her the most.Damian was already up.She could feel the absence of his body in the bed—no warmth, no breath. Just cold cotton where he’d once held her through the night.She sat up slowly, the sheet slipping down her back. Her reflection caught in the mirror across the room—skin kissed with red marks, her collarbone bearing the faintest imprint of his teeth. Her lips parted, remembering what he’d said.“That wasn’t me f*cking you. That was me worshipping you.”But worship came with sacrifice.She found her robe and slid it on, padding barefoot through the hallway. The house was too quiet, the kind of quiet th

The camcorder sat in the center of the room like it had been waiting. Waiting for her.No blinking light. No sound. Just the quiet presence of something that still held power over her.Lydia stood with her arms crossed, her skin prickling beneath the weight of the silence.“This is the last one?” she asked quietly.Damian nodded beside her, remote in hand. “We checked the archives. This is the final recording Maxim Blackwell ever made.”She swallowed. “Before he disappeared.”“Before he was silenced,” Damian corrected darkly.Lydia’s eyes flicked to the screen across the room. The moment they pressed play, there would be no going back. No pretending. No delay. She would have to look directly into the past—and maybe into the part of herself that had been buried beneath shame and submission.Damian gently touched her lower back. “You don’t have to do this now.”“Yes, I do.” Her voice was stronger than she felt. “I need to see it. To know how far it went… and if I was ever really free.”

The box was still cold when Lydia picked it up.She didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. Just stared at the label on the tape, the way her own handwriting curved across the white sticker.S.01 — Prototype.“This isn’t possible,” she murmured.Damian stood at her side, eyes sharp. “You’re sure you didn’t write that?”“I don’t remember it. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t…” Her breath caught. “Damian, what if there was a part of me that helped him?”“No,” he said immediately, stepping in front of her. “You survived him. You don’t owe him your doubt.”She looked up at him, the fear flickering behind her eyes. “But if this is from me… what else did I forget?”They set the tape up in the private viewing room—no lights, no sound, just the hum of anticipation and something more ancient. Something programmed.As the tape rolled, Lydia gripped Damian’s hand.And there—on the screen—was her.But younger.Not just younger… different.Softer. Smiling. Obedient.She was dressed in a sheer white slip, her hai