All Chapters of The Man Who Taught Me Sin : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

KASSY “Do you like it, baby?”“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe, my voice trembling, almost breaking into a moan. My body is burning, trembling with every thrust.“You like how Daddy fills you up?” His words come out rough, like he’s holding back a growl. His hips slam forward, deeper, harder, and I bite the sheet just to keep myself from screaming too loud.“Yes,” I manage to gasp out, my voice shaking with each word.I want to see him. I need to see him. I turn my head just enough, my cheek pressed to the bed as I force my blurry eyes to look back.Just the sight of him almost steals the breath from my lungs. His jaw clenched, his brows pulled together, his skin shining with sweat…he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on, and right now he’s inside me, fucking me like I’m the only girl in the world.“You’re so handsome, Daddy,” I whisper, my voice breaking, soft but desperate for him to hear it.“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his voice cracking in the middle. His thrusts grow sharper, fas

KASSY“I thought you said Pete asked you to be his girlfriend,” is the first thing I blurt out the moment I spot my friend.Jenny groans like I just reminded her of something she’s been running from. “I told you, we’re not serious. I don’t even think we’ll ever be serious. Get in.” She motions for me to enter her car with a flick of her hand.I chuckle, shaking my head as I slide into the passenger seat. The seatbelt clicks into place and I glance at her, still amused.“What does that even mean?” I press, raising a brow at her.“It means,” she says dramatically, flipping her hair like she’s on a runway, “I’m single and free to chase after my crush.”Her tone makes me laugh. “Of course you’d say that.”Jenny grins like she’s proud of herself.“I don’t even want to ask how you got the invite,” I add, shaking my head because I know her too well.Jenny chuckles, that mischievous kind of laugh that only makes me more suspicious. “Good. Don’t ask,” she says simply, her fingers tightening on

KASSYThe moment my eyes met his, whatever scream was about to come out of my mouth died instantly.Derrick.My whole body froze and then burned all over at the same time. My face heated up so fast.He stared at me with those eyes….those deep eyes that see right through me every damn time. My lips parted, but no sound came out. My throat just locked up.And then, slowly, he let go of my wrist. His fingers slipped off me, and for a second I could swear he looked… embarrassed. Like he had not meant to grab me so hard, like he didn’t know what the hell came over him either.I pulled my hand back to myself immediately, holding it up, rubbing at the spot he had touched, trying to ease the tingling that lingered there.But Derrick reached forward again, his big hand curling around mine, so gently“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his thumb brushing against my skin. My entire body was on fire…. his voice was low, like he was holding back from holding just my hand I lifted my face slowly. Our ey

KASSYThe after party was a bit different. No, scratch that…. the after party was definitely different from the first one.Getting into the house wasn’t difficult at all. Our names were already in the system, and the security barely spared us a glance before waving us in. Jenny squeezed my hand the whole time like we were sneaking into some forbidden land.The house was ridiculous. Fancy didn’t even cover it…. According to Jenny, footballers always had houses like this. Of course she would know, she stalked enough of them online.The vibe inside was more intimate compared to the earlier party. There weren’t too many people, just a few guests…laughing, chatting, swaying a little to the music playing in a low volume from the speakers. “Today is the best day of my life,” Jenny sighed dramatically, sipping from her own red cup like she was in a teen movie.I snorted, scanning the room. And fine, maybe I was stupidly hoping to see a certain someone. My eyes couldn’t stop flicking to every

KASSYThe game started with a loud cheer, everyone clapping and whistling like this was the greatest invention in the world.“They’ll spin the bottle,” someone explained loudly, “and whoever it stops in front of will tell us the first letter of the name of the person they had the best sex with… and the worst.”Great. Just great.The first guy, some idiot in a blue shirt, grinned as the bottle landed on him. He scratched the back of his neck and said, “Uhh, worst was B and best was M.”The table roared with laughter, people whistling, clapping, even shouting guesses.But me? I didn’t laugh. Not even a chuckle. I sat stiffly, my arms crossed over my chest, because this whole thing felt ridiculous. Childish. Stupid, even. A drinking-game kind of stupid.And yet—despite how dumb it was, I couldn’t relax.Because Derrick was sitting right there.So while everyone else was doubled over with laughter, I sat frozen. Scared. Nervous. My drink was trembling in my hand as I sipped from the red c