All Chapters of TRAPPED WITH THE STRANGER WHO TAUGHT ME HOW TO SIN: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~SCARLETT. "Scarlett..." A small voice nudged at the edge of my dreams, gentle but persistent. "Hey... wake up, Scarlett." A light touch on my shoulder made my eyes flutter open. The ceiling above me spun slightly, white with a slow-moving fan, and just above me was Emily's face, blurry at first, then gradually sharpening. "...Emily?" She let out a trembling breath. "Oh, thank God. I was starting to freak out." I pushed myself up, and the movement sent a quiet throb through my head. I winced, pressing a hand to my temple. "What… happened?" "You don't remember?" She asked, eyes wide with concern. I shook my head slowly. "No. Last I remember, we were at the pool… just talking." Pulling a bottle of water from the side table, she handed it to me, along with two small white pills. "You should drink. And take these. It'll help. You've been out for a while." My mouth was bone dry.

~SCARLETT. I'd been staring at the walk-in closet for the past thirty minutes. The floor looked like a crime scene of failed attempts: tops, dresses, shorts, even sweaters, but not one single piece of lingerie that screamed sexy. Which was ridiculous, considering the electric storm still burning under my skin from earlier. I'd showered. Shaved. Moisturized. My body smelled like vanilla and nerves. My skin still tingled from his touch, like his hands had branded something permanent across my chest. Liam had made me feel like a goddess. Like I was more than just breakable. Like I was powerful. Worth wanting. And now? I wanted to look the part. For him, and more importantly, for me. Scanning the mess again, my fingers twitched with frustration. Then my eyes landed on the red lingerie set I'd worn the first night I arrived at the resort. The one I'd picked out with shaky hope, thinking, maybe... just maybe, Jake would final

~LIAM. Moving toward the table of tools, my fingers curled around the handle of a knife. When I turned, her eyes followed the blade, not with fear, not even hesitation. No, what I saw was hunger. Anticipation. Trust. "Don’t move," I said. Not like she could. I stepped up to her, close enough to feel the tremble in her breath. With one careful hand, I lifted the edge of her bra. The knife followed. The lace gave way without resistance; a clean slice through one cup, then the other. Her breasts spilled free, chest rising and falling like she couldn’t get enough air. But I wasn’t done. The garter belt was next. I slid the blade under the strap at her hip and cut. One side. Then the other. The soft snap of elastic tearing was the only sound. Then I slipped the blade beneath the waistband of her thong and paused. "Remember, if it’s too much, you say the word. Got it?" She nodded, whispering a quiet, breathle

~SCARLETT. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at the phone clutched in my hands, my thumb hovering over the only name saved in it: Master Liam. After spending what felt like twenty agonizing minutes crumpled on the floor, trying to make sense of everything I had witnessed, and worse, why I had enjoyed it, I finally forced myself up. How could I even explain it? How could I explain why my body reacted the way it did, watching a man get pounded into with such raw brutality? I wasn’t someone who liked being taken from the ass. I never had been. Hell, I hadn’t even thought about it before today. But now… now I couldn't get the images, the sounds, or the way it made me feel out of my head. God, what was I turning into? It was possible this whole stay at the resort was doing something to me. Perhaps I was changing. Maybe my life had been flipped upside down overnight, and I hadn't even realized it until now. Still... None o

~SCARLETT. I moved carefully toward the walk-in closet, my bare feet whispering against the floor. One glance around told me it looked normal, just clothes, shoes, and the usual organized mess. I was about to turn away when something caught my eye. A tiny metal switch tucked behind a vase on the shelf. How had I never noticed that before? Heart knocking hard against my ribs, I slid my hand behind the vase and my fingers brushed the switch. Click. The sound was soft, but it might as well have been a gunshot. I froze as a section of the wall shifted, revealing a thin crack outlining a hidden door, and for a moment, I just stood there, my mind trying to process it. What the actual heck? Pulse hammering, I pushed the door open just enough to slip inside. The metallic, sour smell hit me first, like blood baked into the walls, making my stomach roll. It was a room. A secret room. And not just any room, but a t