All Chapters of The Man Who Taught Me Sin : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

She moves slowly, deliberately, crawling between my legs like a sinful little kitten. Every sway of her hips, every drag of her hands across the sheets makes my blood boil.She looks up at me through her lashes, lips slightly parted, and then she licks them in that slow, teasing way that makes my stomach knot. God, she doesn’t even know what she does to me. Or maybe she does—maybe that’s why she’s smiling like that, like she’s fully aware she’s driving me insane.I hook my hand under her chin, tilt her face up, and draw her closer until our lips meet. It’s not a soft kiss—it’s desperate, wet, messy, like I’m starving and she’s the only thing that can keep me alive. Her mouth tastes like sin.“Go on, baby,” I whisper on her lips, “make Daddy feel good.”She doesn’t hesitate. The second I let her go, she drops her mouth on my cock like she’s been craving it all along. My head falls back, and a low groan tears out of my throat as her lips close around me. She’s greedy, bobbing her head

“You actually ended it?” Jenny asked me, her voice sharp with disbelief.I nod, not meeting her eyes, my gaze darting around the shop instead. I wasn’t about to let her stare pin me down. I came here for something else, something important. My wedding dress. That was supposed to be the focus. The designer had called my mom yesterday, saying it was ready for fitting, and here I was, ready to try it on, ready to remind myself what all of this was for.Jenny, of course, wasn’t letting it go.“So you’re okay?” she pressed, her tone soft now, worried, almost too gentle.I glance at her and roll my eyes. “Stop looking at me like that. Why wouldn’t I be?”Her lips together, like she’s fighting back a sigh. “You fell in love with him, Kas.”My chest tightens, but I shake my head immediately. “I didn’t. Just stop, okay? I didn’t. All I felt for him was just the excitement because of everything we were doing. That’s it. I’ve told you this over and over again. Shawn is the only man I love and

SHAWN I stare at the girl who has chased me for years. The girl whose eyes used to follow me everywhere I went, like a shadow I couldn’t get rid of. I remember those days too clearly…..walking into a room and immediately feeling her gaze latch onto me. It used to irritate me, used to make me wish she would just… stop. I prayed for her obsession to die out, for her to wake up one day and realize I wasn’t the man for herBut she never did. Not until now.When the marriage arrangement came up, I fought with my parents for months. I screamed, I argued, I even threatened to leave home. None of it worked. My father wouldn’t budge. He tied my inheritance, my position in the company, my entire future to this marriage.I couldn’t just throw it all away.So I gave in. I accepted the marriage…not out of love… obviously not…not out of choice—but because it was the only way to keep my status, the only way to protect everything I had worked for.But accepting the marriage never meant I intended

KASSY“I think the honeymoon should be somewhere far,” my mom says, her voice soft but excited.I nod, pretending to listen, pretending to care. “Yeah, far sounds nice.”But I’m barely hearing her. My mind drifts in and out, floating somewhere between exhaustion and that constant ache I can’t seem to get rid of. The house feels smaller these days, like the walls are closing in slowly, inch by inch.My mother continues talking, going on about beaches and destinations, Greece, Paris, Dubai and all I can think about is how heavy my body feels. How heavy everything feels.“Honey, are you sure you’re okay?” she finally asks, breaking through the fog in my head.“I’m fine, Mom,” I mumble automatically, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes.She narrows her gaze like she doesn’t believe a word I just said, which….honestly—she shouldn’t.But I couldn't do this right now. I can’t sit here and talk about honeymoons or dream weddings when I can barely keep myself from falling apart.“I have

Sitting across from Shawn like this felt familiar and strange at the same time.Familiar because I’ve sat across from him so many times over the years, watching his face, memorizing his moods, waiting for scraps of attention he never really meant to give. Strange because today I'm not trying to impress him…. I'm not trying to please him…. I'm not even a little bit scared of losing him.I want to tell him everything. And surprisingly, I'm not afraid to. I'm not afraid of his reaction, not afraid if he wants to call off the wedding. Maybe…Maybe that's what I really want. Maybe if the cancellation came from him, my parents’ anger would fall lighter on me. Maybe I just didn’t have the strength to be the villain in their story.Or maybe I just didn’t care anymore.Shawn wanted this marriage because of what was at stake for him. His father had too many children, too many potential heirs. Love wasn’t part of the equation. This marriage would secure his position, solidify his future in the