All Chapters of Sin With Me, Sunshine: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

61 Chapters

50: The Fork in the Road

SofiaI woke up believing, for a terrifying split second, that I was actually dying.The sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains felt like a physical assault, stabbing directly into my retinas. My head didn't just hurt; it throbbed with a violent pounding, as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to the base of my skull. My mouth tasted like cotton wool soaked in acid, and my stomach churned with a nauseating mixture of emptiness and regret.I groaned, burying my face into the pillow, trying to escape the light. "You alive over there?" Clara's voice floated from the other side of the room, far too cheerful and far too loud."No," I croaked. My voice was a rasp, barely audible. "I'm dead. Please plan my funeral. No lilies. I hate lilies."Clara chuckled, "Welcome to your first hangover, Sofi. Drink water. Take ibuprofen. You'll survive."I rolled over, the room spinning lazily around me. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, my hand trembling slightly. There was a notifica

51: The White Lie

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

52: The Midnight Run

Sofia"I ran into Mrs. Rachel again at the market," my mother said, dabbing the corner of her mouth with a linen napkin. "She mentioned that the country club has an opening in June of next year. Apparently, a couple canceled their deposit."My father nodded, cutting a precise square of meat. "June is a good month, not too hot. We wouldn't want the guests sweating in their suits.""Exactly," my mother agreed, turning her bright, expectant gaze on me. "And June means peonies are in season, Sofia. You've always said you wanted peonies in your bouquet."I stared at the carrots on my plate. "Mom, I haven't even finished my degree," I said, keeping my voice level. "We haven't set a date. Louis hasn't even officially proposed with a ring yet.""Oh, pish," she waved her hand dismissively. "The ring is a formality. Louis has the diamond; his mother told me. It's his grandmother's stone. A two-carat marquis cut."I felt a cold stone settle in my stomach. Everyone knew about my life except me. "

53: The Audience of One

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

54: The Architect

Sofia"Turn around," Luca commanded. His voice was low, devoid of the anger that had fueled him on the phone, my heart hammered against my ribs, this was it. I had crossed it the moment I walked into this house, but now... now I was about to surrender the only thing I had left, my autonomy.I swallowed the lump of fear in my throat, a fear that tasted strangely sweet, as adrenaline and arousal mixed together. "Luca," I breathed, my voice trembling. "I've never...""I know," he interrupted softly. He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating toward my naked skin. "That's why you're going to be quiet, and you're going to listen. Red. Yellow. Green. Do you remember?""Yes," I whispered."Turn," he repeated.I turned my back on him.The air in the room felt heavy, I closed my eyes, my senses heightening in the absence of sight. I could hear his breathing, slow, steady, controlled. I could smell the whiskey on his breath.Then, I felt the rope. It was cool and smooth, sliding across m

55: The Silent Section

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

56: The Green-Eyed Monster

SofiaThe human body is capable of enduring a lot of things. Hunger, exhaustion, physical pain. But the specific, maddening ache of unfinished business? That was a torture all its own.For three days, I had been vibrating.It started in the library, in that split second between nearly shattering and cold. Since then, the frustration hadn't faded; it had calcified. It settled deep in my bones making my skin feel too tight and my temper razor-thin.I sat on the edge of my dorm bed, staring at my phone as if I could will it to ring through telekinesis. "You're doing it again," Clara said, not looking up from her laptop."Doing what?" I snapped, tossing the phone onto the duvet."Vibrating," she said, typing furiously. "You look like a cat that's about to pounce on a laser pointer. Seriously, Sofi, did you drink ten espressos? Or are you just having a breakdown over the thesis?""The thesis is fine," I lied through gritted teeth. "I'm just... restless."Restless was the understatement of

57: The Green-Eyed Trap

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

58: The Getaway Driver

SofiaThe impact of hitting his chest was like running into a stone wall. It knocked the breath out of me, jarring my teeth, but the hands that steadied me were firm, warm, and terrifyingly familiar.I stared up into the face of the man who had caught me.The last time I had seen him, he had been standing under a streetlamp, shrouded in smoke, watching me shatter against a glass wall thirty stories above the ground.The memory hit me with force, the shame should have been paralyzing. I should have pulled away, covered my face, and run back into the hotel. But the rage that had propelled me out of the ballroom was still coursing through my veins, overriding my self-preservation instincts.I took a half-step back, breaking the contact of his chest but remaining trapped in the circle of his arms. "You," I breathed, the word scratching my throat. My eyes searched his face, the sharp jawline, the dark, amused eyes, the arrogance that clung to him like a second skin. "I remember you."He d

59: The Adrenaline

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

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