Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dirty and Sinful Collection: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Part 5My body tensed as I shifted, keeping my back against the door like it could help me if anything happened.Julian’s golden eyes flicked between me and Dante, a slow smirk curving his lips. “Well, well. You two getting cozy without us?”I scowled. “You wish.”He chuckled. “I do, actually.”My pulse stumbled.Dante pulled back just enough to let me breathe.Kade, who had been silent so far, took a step closer. His dark gaze dragged over me, assessing. “She’s shaking.”“I’m not shaking,” I snapped.Julian hummed, tilting his head. “You sure about that, sweetheart?”Damn him.Damn all of them.I straightened my spine, pushing away from the door and from Dante. “What is this? Some kind of twisted game to you?”Julian’s smirk deepened. “Now, that depends. Are you having fun?”I glared. “No.”He sighed dramatically. “Pity.”Kade’s head tilted slightly, his expression unreadable. “She’s still fighting it.”Something about the way he said it made my stomach tighten. Like what ever was go

Part 7I didn’t eat.Not because I wasn’t hungry. I was, but because every fiber of my being felt too wound up, too aware of the three of them watching me like I was already theirs.And I refused to let them see me like that.So I sat there, arms crossed and pretending I wasn’t hyper-aware of the way Dante’s eyes stayed locked on my every move, the way Julian’s smirk grew sharper every time I shifted under his gaze, the way Kade was watching me too closely, like he was waiting for some inevitable moment of surrender.It was suffocating.I needed to move.So I stood up slowly, ignoring the heat curling through my stomach when all three of them tracked the motion.“I want to go outside,” I said, my voice steady.Dante raised an eyebrow. “Outside?”I gestured vaguely toward the walls. “The actual Garden part of the Garden. If I’m stuck here, I might as well see it, right?”Julian hummed, stretching his arms over his head lazily. “She’s catching on.”Kade said nothing, but there was somet

1I’d barely turned the key when the door creaked open like it had been open all the while. The place smelled faintly of old wood and lavender, like someone had tried to cover up something ancient with something pretty. I stepped inside, dragging my suitcase over the threshold, the wheels rattling across the warped floorboards. The apartment was small but charming in that “this will be cute after I clean the hell out of it” kind of way.High ceilings, crown molding, and windows tall enough to let in half the sun or the entire night. I liked it. The rent was suspiciously low for this part of the city, but I’d been too desperate to question it. I needed a reset, not answers.The landlord, Mr. Drayton, hadn’t said much during the walkthrough. He was the twitchy, fast-talking type with nicotine fingers and a forced smile. When I asked why the last tenant left so suddenly, he just said, “People get lonely in places like this.” Then handed me the keys and walked off so fast like the buildin

3By the next afternoon, I’d started second-guessing everything again.I sat on the windowsill with my legs folded beneath me with a half-finished cup of coffee cooling in my hand. Sunlight poured through the glass. It made everything feel too normal, like the past two nights had been vivid dreams stitched together by my lonely imagination and too many hours on ghost forums.Except I still ached between my thighs.Except the mirror still fogged on its own.Except his name, Aren, still lingered on the edge of my thoughts.I needed air.So when I heard a knock on my door around five, and opened it to find my neighbor who was a tall, golden-skinned man with a bottle of wine in hand and a lopsided smile that said he was good trouble. I said yes before he could even ask the question.“You must be the new girl in 3B,” he said, flashing me a grin. “I’m Jace. I live upstairs. Thought I’d welcome you to the building with something other than creaky pipes and flickering lights.”I laughed, lean

5I hadn’t heard from Leah in over a year.Not since she walked out of our apartment with tears in her eyes and a suitcase half-zipped, saying she couldn’t “keep waiting for me to figure it out.” She needed answers. I was still asking questions.Now here she was, standing in the hallway of my haunted new life.“Surprise,” she said, holding up a six-pack of cider like a peace offering. “I was in the neighborhood.”She wasn’t. Leah lived forty minutes across town, and I knew damn well she didn’t just happen to be near my building. She’d probably been checking my socials, watching me pop back up after going silent post-move, wondering if there was still room in my life for her.And God help me, some part of me hoped there was.I stepped aside and let her in.Her boots clunked on the hardwood. She looked good. Too good. Her hair was still the same messy braid I used to tug when we kissed, and she wore that beat-up leather jacket that always smelled like clove cigarettes.“Nice place,” she