All Chapters of TRAPPED WITH THE STRANGER WHO TAUGHT ME HOW TO SIN: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~SCARLETT. I watched in horror as she lost her balance, tumbling down the slope. "Shit!" My heart lurched. Without a second thought, I sprinted forward, Lily right on my heels. Gasps and exclamations echoed from the group, and my mind went into overdrive. "Stay where you are," Sasha called out firmly. Ignoring her, I reached the edge of the slope and scanned below. The woman lay sprawled on the ground, tangled in shrubs, her glasses askew on her face. She groaned, shifting slightly. Lily exhaled in relief. "She's alive." I crouched. "Hey! Are you okay?" The woman winced, her timid brown eyes darting around like a startled deer. "I-I think so…" A rustle from above made me glance back, a knot forming in my stomach. Natalie and her entourage stood at the top of the slope, peering down with utter disinterest. No apology. No concern. Just pure, unbothered indifference. Lily seethed. "Are you fucking kidding me?" It was the second time in as many minutes she'd said i

~SCARLETT. Branches scraped at my skin as I stumbled through the dark forest, the cold air failing to dampen the fire surging through my veins. My breath came in sharp gasps, as if I couldn't inhale enough air to cool the heat consuming me. Each step felt like a battle against my own body. I didn't know where I was going. All I knew was I had to get away: from the noise, the firelight, from everyone. From myself. My lungs burned, struggling to keep pace with my frantic movements. A blistering ache spread low in my stomach. I tried to push it down, to reason with myself, but my body refused to listen. Coming to a stop, I pressed my forehead against the rough bark of a tree, my hand gripping its trunk as I tried to pull myself together. But the heat only grew stronger. My thighs squeezed together, fighting the throbbing pulse inside me. I felt suffocated by the very skin I was in. Something was wrong. Had I been drugged? The thought flashed through my mind befo

~LIAM. I snapped my eyes back to the road, immediately slamming my foot on the brake and the tires screeched, the harsh sound filling the air. The car jerked violently as I swerved to avoid the figure standing in the middle of the road. My heart raced, hands locked onto the steering wheel, barely managing to keep control as the vehicle skidded, the gravel beneath it giving way to the force of the skid. It finally came to a shuddering halt just inches from the man. I heard Scarlett's breath hitch beside me raggedly. She hadn't exhaled the whole time, her body tense in the seat as if bracing for impact. The figure still didn't flinch nor move. He stood there in the middle of the street like he had all the time in the world, staring at me with that unnerving calmness that made the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Gripping the steering wheel harder, my eyes stayed locked on him and my pulse pounded loudly in my ears. Then, as if taunting me, he smiled, like he knew exactly what h

~SCARLETT. I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my life, reckless, impulsive decisions that had no business existing. But nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to what I just did. I stood there, frozen, completely naked, one hand clutching the towel that should’ve been wrapped around me ten seconds ago, the other too stunned to move. And Liam… God. He was awake, watching. Slouched in a chair by the window like some brooding Greek statue, his features were half-shadowed, half-lit by the soft glow spilling from the bathroom. His face was unreadable and relaxed and silent. Like he hadn't just witnessed me streak across the room, dripping wet and very, very exposed. I wanted to die. Or explode. Or evaporate into steam like the mist still clinging to my skin. My brain scrambled for a solution that didn’t involve hurling myself through the glass window behind him. He cleared his throat, and the sound snapped me into action. Wrapping the towel around

~SCARLETT. Emily cocked her head slightly, genuinely confused. "Is it a place? Or, like… a type of medication?" Lily's jaw dropped. "Oh my God." I choked on a laugh that bubbled up too fast, smothering it behind my hand. "No, no, it's not—" "Wait," Lily interrupted me, holding up a finger with a kind of dramatic panic. "Don't G****e it." Emily's hand, already halfway to her phone, paused in midair. "Why not?" she asked, wide-eyed. "Because," Lily said, struggling not to laugh, "you'll end up on a list. Or traumatized. Or both." Emily's eyes went even wider. "Is it dangerous?" Shaking my head, I tried to rein in the chaos. "Not dangerous. Not if it's done right. It's just… complicated." "It's like…" Lily gestured vaguely in the air, as if trying to mold the concept with invisible clay. "A grown-up thing." Emily squinted at her. "Everything's a grown-up thing around here." Touché. I sat up straighter. "Okay. Listen. BDSM is… a form of intimacy. With different rule