บททั้งหมดของ Sin With Me, Sunshine: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

SofiaThe silence was louder than any scream.For three days, my phone had been nothing more than an expensive paperweight. I checked it in the morning when the sunlight hit my duvet. I checked it while brushing my teeth, staring at my pale reflection in the bathroom mirror. I checked it under the dinner table, shielding the screen with a napkin.Nothing.No "Read" receipts. No typing bubbles. No dark taunts.Luca had said he would be gone. He had warned me that he had business in the South and that he would be unreachable. But knowing it and living it were two very different things.I scrolled up to the last message I had sent him, I had thrown my entire self at his feet with that text. I sat on the edge of my bed and looked around the room. "Sofia!" My mother's voice drifted up the stairs, cheerful and demanding. "Breakfast is on the table. Louis will be here in an hour to study."I locked my phone and shoved it deep into my pocket. "Coming, Mama," I called back.The week passed in

SofiaMy fingers fumbled with the button of my jeans, shaking not from the cold, but from a cocktail of adrenaline and desperation. I kicked the wet denim into the corner, followed by my blouse. My bra and underwear landed on the pile a second later.I stood there for a moment, naked in the dim recessed lighting, listening to the silence of the house. My skin felt tight, humming with the electricity of the last hour. I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror. My hair was wild, drying in frizzy waves around my face. My nipples were hard. My eyes looked dark, dilated, and hungry.I didn't look like a student who was worried about a thesis. I looked like an addict who had just found her fix. "I'm ready," I whispered to the empty room, testing the weight of the words.I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and walked back into the master bedroom. Luca had moved. He wasn't standing by the bathroom anymore. He was sitting on the edge of the massive, king-sized bed. He had pulled

SofiaI shifted in the wooden chair, a sharp wince escaping my lips before I could bite it back. "You okay?" Clara whispered from the other side of the table, not looking up from her textbook."Fine," I lied, keeping my voice low. "Just... a cramp. Sitting too long."It wasn't a cramp. It was the memory of Luca's hand, printed in invisible ink across my skin. My entire body felt like it had been rewired. My wrists throbbed with a dull ache where the silk ropes had bound me. My thighs were tender, the muscles tight from being held open for hours. And sitting... sitting was a delicate operation. My skin was sensitive, raw in the most delicious way, reminding me with every shift of fabric against my flesh that I belonged to him.I looked down at the open book in front of me, and the words swam on the page. I read the same paragraph three times and couldn't tell you a single thing it said. Around me, students were hunched over laptops, typing furiously, they were all so normal. They were

SofiaThe interior of the car was silent, save for the low hum of the engine and the sound of my own shallow breathing.I stared out the window as the city lights blurred, my hands were clenched in my lap, twisting the silk fabric of the emerald dress. The slit on my left leg fell open, exposing my thigh to the cool air of the climate control, but Luca hadn't looked at it since we left the boutique.He reached over, his hand landing heavy and possessive on my exposed thigh. He squeezed, his thumb digging into the sensitive muscle just above my knee."You look dangerous tonight, Sofia," he murmured. "See that you act like it. Don't cower. Don't look down. You belong to me, which means you outrank everyone in that room. Do you understand?""I understand," I whispered, the heat of his hand seeping into my skin.He squeezed once more before returning his hand to the wheel.The Grand Hotel lived up to its name. A live orchestra played something classical and boring in the corner, drowned o

SofiaHe looked at me, and for the first time, the humor faded from his expression. He looked offended. "Relax, sweetheart," he said. "If I wanted to hurt Luca, I wouldn't use you. I'd put a bullet in him myself."He slowed the car down, pulling into a scenic overlook that offered a panoramic view of the glittering city below. He put the car in park but kept the engine running."We aren't enemies," he said, turning in his seat to face me. "Not currently, anyway. We are... colleagues with complicated boundaries. He stays in his lane, I stay in mine.""Then why did you pick me up?" I asked. "If he finds out...""If he finds out, he'll be pissed," he agreed with a shrug. "But he's the one who let you run out the door. Finders keepers."He smiled again, that interesting, complicated smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He leaned back against the driver's side door, studying me. "I see why he keeps you around, though," he said quietly. "You're refreshing. You're not tainted by the rest