All Chapters of Sinful Arrangement: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rain had begun to pour again, thick sheets sweeping over the city like a shroud. Inside the surveillance truck stationed just outside the safe house, the feed flickered before it cleared. It was sharp and unmistakable. The camera zoomed in. A figure. An earring glinting beneath the frame of the window. Luke leaned forward, adrenaline pulsing in his ears. "That's her." Frederick was already on his feet before the words fully registered. He stormed out of the truck, barking orders. The tactical team, dressed in dark gear and carrying silenced weapons, mobilized instantly. His voice was steel. "Move. Now." The drive to the perimeter was less than three minutes, but every second shredded his nerves. They had been so close before, always a step behind. But now, it was her. It had to be. The hidden safe house they'd tracked through months of old property purchases and backdoor transactions finally gave them something solid. Frederick's black SUV screeched to a stop behind the lead vehicl

He tasted like desperation and hunger, like a man who had waited too long to breathe. She melted into him, her fingers digging into his hair as he lifted her off her feet."I thought I lost you," he murmured against her lips.She answered him with a moan, her legs locking around his waist. "Then take me like you mean it."He carried her through the living room, mouth never leaving hers, until they were in the bedroom. He led her to the edge of the bed, sat her down, then dropped to his knees. His hands spread her thighs apart slowly, reverently. He kissed up one leg, then the other, his tongue darting against the inside of her thigh until she was breathless and trembling.Then he tasted her.She arched off the bed, fingers tangling in his hair. He didn’t stop. Not when she moaned, not when her legs trembled. He drank in every sound, every gasp, every curse of his name. When she came, it was with his name torn from her lips like prayer.He rose and kissed her, slow and deep. She taste

The Blackwell Estate shimmered under the glow of a hundred lanterns, each one flickering like a star in the early December sky. The air was crisp, laced with the scent of pine and chilled champagne. Inside, the grand ballroom had been transformed into a kingdom of elegance and mystery. Velvet drapes, golden candelabras, and shadowed corners played host to whispered secrets and stolen glances. A live string quartet swelled with music that hummed with anticipation. Everyone wore a mask. Frederick’s was obsidian black with sharp edges, sleek and unreadable. He stood near the top of the staircase, scanning the room with hawk-like precision. His tuxedo was tailored to perfection, but it was the power radiating from his presence that kept guests at bay. No one approached unless summoned. He hadn’t seen Amelia yet. Amelia arrived with a quiet storm. Dressed in deep lavender silk that hugged her body like a lover’s embrace, her mask glinted with silver. Her hair was twisted up, a few tendr

*FLASHBACK*She remembered the scent of engine oil and aftershave long before she remembered his face. Her father, Warren Cross, had always smelled like sweat, salt, and something warm, like safety. Amelia used to wait outside the auto shop where he worked, sitting on a stack of old tires with a book in her lap, pretending not to stare at the entrance every time the door chimed.Warren wasn’t just a mechanic. He had sharp eyes, a calm voice, and an uncanny way of making people talk around him. Sometimes, important-looking men in black suits would come to the garage and exchange briefcases. Once, Amelia had asked him who they were."Friends of old friends," he had said, ruffling her hair. "But you don’t need to worry about that. You keep studying. That brain of yours is going to get you out of here one day."They didn’t have much. Just a two-bedroom house with a leaking roof and a washing machine that coughed more than it spun but they had each other and that's what mattered. And her f

Amelia’s sleep was anything but restful. The silence of the room felt heavy, pressing down on her as she tossed from one side to the other. The sheets tangled around her legs like restraints, and the emptiness on the other side of the bed gnawed at her more than she wanted to admit. Frederick’s absence left a hollow coldness that no number of pillows could replace. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to will herself into sleep, but her mind refused to quiet down. Every flicker of shadow across the wall, every faint creak of the building settling, echoed like a warning she couldn’t decipher.When sleep finally did come, it wasn’t kind. Her dream was fractured, strange, and yet too vivid to ignore. She found herself walking down a corridor she didn’t recognize, its walls narrowing the further she went. A low hum followed her, like voices speaking just beyond her hearing, and every step she took only made the air heavier. Then the sound shifted into something sharper—the squeal of tires,