Semua Bab Double the sin: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I slid off the barstool, legs a little unsteady from the shots, but I held myself upright. He hadn’t seen me yet, his head was tilted slightly, shadows casting sharp lines along his jaw, the low light making him look more like a sin than a man.As if sensing me, Xander turned and his eyes met mine.For a moment, nothing moved, his gaze locked onto me, he looked surprised. Then something else, his stare dipped slightly, taking me in, lingering just long enough to make my skin flush.“Kaia?” His voice was deep, velvet-coated gravel. “Well, damn. Look at you.”A small, breathless laugh escaped me. “ I thought you had forgotten about me.”“How could I?” He stood slowly, towering over me now, and extended his hand. “It’s been a long time.”“Years,” I murmured, slipping my hand into his. It felt ridiculous how warm it made me feel. “You look... good.”“So do you.” His eyes scanned my face, sharper now. “You alright?”I hesitated. “No. But I will be.”He gestured toward a quieter, more priv

I woke up the next morning, still feeling sore from the night before. My head throbbed, I could barely remember a thing. Where am i?I tried to stand up, but a strong hand gripped me by the waist....I turned, it was XanderWhat was I doing in naked bed with my late Father's bestfriend, slowly, the images of last night started coming back. The words "I want you to fuck me", “yes daddy” “go harder daddy.” Replayed in my mind. Shit shit, what have I done? I slowly and carefully removed his hands from my waist. I looked around for my clothes, I saw it, but when I picked it up, it was torn. How did that happen? Then I remember him tearing it and spanking my ass. You've fucked up Kai. I picked up his shirt, it was oversized, but there was nothing I could do. I wore it, it was long enough, so I walked out of the hotel with my shoes in my hands. Thank God, it wasn't crowded everywhere yet, so I boarded a vehicle and went home. At home, I didn't meet Jax, that I was thankful for. I

KAIA'S POVI stared at the phone, my heart hammering in my chest. The call had come from an unknown number, and the voice on the other end was one I didn’t recognize. But the words were burned into my mind: "You think marrying him makes you invisible? You’re still a pawn, Kaia. And pawns are the first to be sacrificed."It wasn’t a threat, It was a promise.I stood frozen in the middle of Xander’s guest room, the one I had moved into only three days ago. Everything had felt like it was falling into place, Jax was gone, the media had moved on.But now this?I replayed the call in my head for the fifth time before I finally grabbed my robe and stepped out into the hallway. I needed to tell Xander, this wasn’t just some jealous ex or random prank. This was serious, I knocked on his bedroom door. The house was dark except for the light spilling from the study, so I headed there.He looked up when I entered, with a glass of something expensive in his hand."Something wrong?" he asked

The morning light came in through the windows, but it didn’t make me feel any better. I was sitting on the couch, holding a cup of coffee that had already gone cold. I hadn't slept a blink after that call last night. Xander was on the phone again, pacing back and forth across the living room. He didn’t say much, he just listened and gave short replies. When he hung up, he turned to me. “The police are sending a team here, they want to go through the phone records and investigate the attack directly from the estate.” I gave a small nod, it was much better than sitting around waiting for another threat. By early afternoon, the house was busy. Detectives, tech experts, and officers were everywhere, checking the security system, collecting evidence. I was taking a walk round the house when a woman walked up to me, “Mrs Kendricks, I am Detective Ramirez, we need to go over the call you received,” she said. I told her everything I remembered, the voice, what it said and how it made

That night was the beginning of something raw and animalistic. And for the next several days, that’s all we were, skin on skin, heat, breathless moans echoing through the walls. We did it everywhere, the kitchen counter, the stairs. We couldn’t stop, I didn’t want us to. It felt safer to give in to the physical than risk what was bubbling underneath. “You're trying to kill me,” I muttered one afternoon, sprawled out on the cold marble floor, catching my breath. Xander smirked, leaning over me, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. “Then I’m doing something right.” “It’s not healthy,” I said, but even as I said it, I was reaching for him again. “Hm,” he murmured into my hair. I froze, it wasn’t the version of him I was used to. But the moment passed, and he was pulling me back under, lips on mine, hands everywhere. Today, I walked into the kitchen and found him shirtless, with his hair damp, standing over the stove like he belonged there. His toothbrush poked out of his m