All Chapters of Sinful contract: Hard Limit, soft moans: Chapter 81 - Chapter 86

Kyl's POV“I see a change in you already dude, you are practically glowing.” Brian said in a high pitched voice as he stood at the entrance of my office. Sunlight spilled through the heavy glass walls across the marble floor catching the chrome edges of the conference table and the faint steam rising from my untouched coffee. Below us the city buzzed as usual, sirens blaring, cars honking in traffic. I looked up from the report I wasn’t really reading and let out a laugh that surprised me with its own ease. “I look radiant, huh? Don’t start rumors bro, oeople will think I am in love or retarted.” “Maybe you are,” he shot back, stepping farther inside, he pulled out a black leather swivel chair and sat down. His reflection shimmered on the glass table capturing his broad shoulders and large muscles. “But seriously, Kyl, it’s different. Your eyes don’t look like you’ve been wrestling demons all night, I can almost use the word peaceful. yeah that's it, you look peaceful.”He grinne

Ivana's POVi stood Infront of Kyl's penthouse door suddenly afraid, my heart told me to wait but my legs said run!. Maybe coming to see him was a bad idea, fuck me!, damn! I should never have listened to Mala. By the time the doors slid open, my throat had gone dry. My palms were damp against the strap of my purse, I was so nervous I felt so hot all of a sudden.I willed myself and pressed the doorbell for the second time, but doubts gnawed at me. What if the man I saw on TV was different behind closed doors? What if I had read everything wrong, and he has moved on while I was still here, so madly in love with him? The thoughts choked me until I pressed the doorbell for the third time without meaning to do so. From inside, I could hear faint footsteps, the sound of glass on wood. Then suddenly the door slid open, and he stood there, glorious as ever. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his hair slightly ruffled as though he had run his hands through it too many times. A h

The island shimmered like something out of a fairytale, a paradise. Standing on the sandy path lined with white roses, I felt the ocean breeze blow across my face, carrying the scent of salt and hibiscus blossoms. My white veil fluttered behind me like wings. Every step forward felt like walking through another life, one I had only dared to imagine in the darkest corners of my old days, back when loneliness was my shadow and insecurity gnawed at me. Now, I stood in a gorgeous designer white lace wedding gown customized for me by a famous Italian designer. The ray of the sun shone on the surface of the ocean as waves after waves orchestrated the event. My was heart pounding as I saw him. Kyl, my fiance and husband to be in a few minutes. He stood at the altar, beneath the arch woven with orchids and silk, he stood waiting for me. His black tuxedo hugged him perfectly, sharp as ever, but it wasn’t the tuxedo that stole my breath. It was his eyes.... stormy gray, locked on me as if