All Chapters of Sin For Me, Sir.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty-TwoThe Office GlassSebastian’s POVThe sound of the watchers at the door gnawed at my ears like teeth scraping bone. Damian’s smile burned into me, that damn key clenched in his fist, the promise of power sealed in his silence.But it was her face I couldn’t shake….Leila’s face was pale, furious, frightened… and mine at that point didn’t matter.Damian had set the board, but I refused to be his pawn. I wouldn’t let him write the ending for me, not when her choice still lived raw in the air. She had moved toward him first but hesitation was not finality.I caught her wrist again but this time she didn’t pull back.“Come with me,” I whispered…not a plea, not a question it was a command laced with desperation.Her lips parted to argue, but the watchers slammed harder, and in the blur of chaos was Blake wrestling for breath, Damian standing like a statue carved from shadow I dragged her out.Down the corridor, and into the office, door slammed shut in silence of the kind

Chapter Twenty-FourThe Knife’s EdgeLeila’s POVThe silence was a wound.It bled between us, filling the room thicker than smoke, sharper than any blade. My lips still burned from Sebastian’s kiss, my chest still ached with Blake’s broken plea, and yet I felt Damian’s shadow pressing from the corridor like he’d carved himself into the bones of the air.Three men, three hungers, three traps.And me, the foolish center of all of it.I wanted to scream. I wanted to vanish. I wanted God help me to be kissed again.Instead, I stood with my palms pressed flat to the desk, shaking like the wood might steady me.Sebastian hadn’t moved. He stood where I’d left him, chest rising like he’d swallowed fire, his hand white-knuckled against the desk edge. His eyes burned into mine, dark and endless, and I could still taste the desperation he’d poured into me.Blake was different. His face was pale, jaw tight, his fists trembling with restraint. He wasn’t fire he was stone. Breaking himself from the

Chapter Twenty-SixThe Quiet Between FlamesLeila’s POVThe lock echoed in the silence.No one moved.The air still trembled with what had just happened: rage, fear, love, all tangled into something too sharp to name.Sebastian’s chest still rose and fell too fast, his shirt torn at the collar, the edge of his jaw bruised where Blake’s fist had landed. Blake stood opposite him, one hand braced on the wall, his lip split and eyes dark with everything unsaid.And I…..I stood in the middle of it.The space between them. The storm’s eye.I tried to breathe, but every inhale felt borrowed.Every exhale tasted like smoke.The room was still a mess of papers on the floor, the lamp’s bulb flickering weakly, dust hanging in the air like fog. The sound of rain began tapping faintly against the window, soft and hesitant.That’s when I whispered, “He locked us in.”Sebastian’s head snapped toward the door, that fire in him reigniting for a flash. He grabbed the handle, twisted it hard. It didn’t