All Chapters of Sinful contract: Hard Limit, soft moans: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I woke up to an ache in places I knew could only have been claimed by him. My throat was dry, my limbs stiff. I blinked into the grey morning light filtering through the blinds and shook off the last remnants of a dream I wasn’t sure was ever mine. "Where am I" I murmured still half asleep.There, draped over my body like a silent guardian or a prison, was Kyl’s coat, Black, tailored, smelling of control and cedar wood. I clutched it to my chest, breathing in the sharp scent like I could extract logic from it or maybe just courage.My legs felt bruised. My skin was hot where the desk had pressed into me. The fabric of my dress clung with sweat and shame. I inhaled slowly, bracing myself to move.I stood up from the couch with purpose, which was to quickly hurry to my apartment and take a warm bath.He was already there when I gathered the nerve to look. Kyl stood near his desk, crisp shirt buttoned, sleeves perfect. His jaw was set in decision. His expression was neutral, almost cold

Mala: " comon Ivy, you are letting him take control of the whole situation"me: "I think so too, I am so scared"Mala: "It's ok to be scared, but don't loose your control, see you when you get back"me: " Ok, see you soon"I hang up and looked out the large office glass windows into the city.I felt more than heard Kyl’s approach, a measured, confident stride, I knew the sound of his footsteps now, living rent free in my head. Then suddenly he was behind me, warm breath at the back of my neck, the deepest part of him resting just beneath my skin.He touched me, gentle fingers over my spine, drawing a soft moan from my throat. My heart pounded in my ears. I barely noticed my heels slipping off, clothes loosening into shadows. This was no longer about creativity or power dynamics, or even staying in control like Mala advised me to, it was about this: our bodies merging in the stillness before everyone arrived the office.Soft office carpet pressed against my knees as I bent over the edg

I shuffled down the stairs from Kyl’s building in a dress I could recognize even if I was blindfolded, the dress was made of smooth black silk, cut low in the back, clinging to places I couldn’t feel anymore. My heels clicked unevenly on the cracked pavement, each step echoing in my chest: clink… clink… as if I were balancing on someone else’s expectations.I had so much going on for me but yet I felt so hollow, I didn't know why.Even under streetlights, I could feel every shimmer in the city’s heat, buzzing through me like static. I felt disconnected: I had the money now, a publishing contract, the attention of a hot billionaire, but yet I felt I'm just a guest in my own life.By the time I reached the doorstep of my apartment my legs were shaking slightly. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply: the aroma of sautéed plantains, incense, and home. I pushed open the door.Mala was on the couch, lying sprawled on yesterday’s leggings and one of my sweatshirts. The room was a floor-to-ceil

I sat curled on the couch in our crammed room, surrounded by manuscripts, dishes waiting to be thrown out, and my laptop blinking open on another tab of social media reactions. My eyes stung with exhaustion and regret, after days of scrolling, I knew every angle: the praise, the condemnation, the fear, the fascination.Every mention of my book became a mirror turned backward, reflecting Kyl in ways he couldn’t hide from now, the memior I wrote hoping to just have my voice heard had gone viral, and the awful thing is, it just turned Kyl's world upside down.Mala stood in the kitchen softly stirring her coffee, she must. be exhausted already from hearing me gaps at the comments I read online about the memior.“You don’t need to keep looking,” she said, and I knew she was telling me she’d seen enough too, after all she was the one that called my attention to the blog post, ut I hadn’t read every comment yet, I hadn’t finished feeling the weight..#“Ivana’s story tore him naked.”#“A dark

The invitation said: Casual evening cocktail for close friends. No mention of him, no mention of me.After the restroom scandal and a gossip filled week by tabloids and bloggers, Kyle and I decided to put the whole scandal and move on, at least with our original contact. I didn't visit his penthouse for two weeks, I was waiting for the smoke of the memior and leaked photos of us kissing to blow over, I was done causing any more trouble for Kyle. I lay on my bed scrolling through my phone and trying to avoid the gossips about I and Kyl when suddenly I heard a knock on the door.I was not expecting anyone, besides Mala had gone to her boyfriend's house and I was not expecting her home until the next day. I got up from my bed and walked towards the door."Who is it""Delivery for Miss Ivana"I yanked the door open to find the dispatch guy holding a large box and an envelope with a red ribbon wrapped around it."Miss Ivana?"The delivery man asked impatiently."Yes, I am she""Sign her