Lahat ng Kabanata ng A touch of sin : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

It didn’t take long to get to somewhere private.Damian was composed. Quiet. As soon as the door to the hotel room shut. I saw the shift in his eyes diminishing all restraints. He smirked at me, locking the door before testing it. His tattooed fingers lingered on the handle for a few seconds, and then he turned to approach me.My pulse quickened, my heart thrumming against my ribcage. We were alone, and I felt like I had entered a cage with a man who had the power to do whatever he wanted.The both of us, locked in a room in the highest floor of a prestigious hotel. It was beautiful, elegant and the perfect place to unleash my inner whore.Even in my heels, Damian towered over me. He was bigger then me, stronger. His muscles strained underneath his shirt, tensing whenever he moved. He reached me, standing a few inches away with a predatory gaze traveling down my body. He was close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from him.I made a mistake of taking an apprehensive step back.

Fuck.Cuss words flowed from my mouth, all aimed at the man brutally pounding into me. The hard muscles on his abdomen flexed, covered in dark tattoos and a sheer layer of sweat. His arms were so toned and big and holding himself up. I felt caged. Surrounded by a man who fucked me until I couldn’t catch my breath.Pleasure tingled through every inch of me driving me to curl my toes involuntarily and arch my back off the mattress. Jaw clenching I choked on air as my pussy throbbed around him. My pussy was stretched wide, barely able to accommodate his size but it felt so fucking good.Damian spread my knees further, forcing the top of my thighs to my chest before changing his rhythm. Hard, instead of fast. Slow, deep but purposeful.I cried out, my first instinct was to push him away. The feeling was intensified. He grabbed my wrists in one hand pinning it to the mattress above my head while his mouth moved down to my nipple.“Do you see how deep I am? Take it, Nova,” he whispered, ge

"What took you so long?" mama asked, raising her gaze from the laminated menu in her hand. I unbuttoned my suit jacket, joining them at the table after I had abruptly excused myself. I missed my parents, but the last thing I wanted to do was spend the night having dinner with them in a fine dining restaurant. I had work to do-and a woman occupying my thoughts. As I sat down, I was still thinking about Nova.. It was good to see her. Unbelievably good. As soon as my eyes landed on her, all the memories of our night together came flooding in. Her pussy around me—her sweat laced skin and the taste of her. Fuck, I knew what she tasted like, and I wanted to taste it again. And again. Three fucking months later and I was still hooked. And then I saw the fucker she was with and my mood soured significantly. I had absolutely no reason to feel any sort of jealousy, but there I was-wishing that I was on the date with her like some captivated idiot. I might have been a captivated idiot—but

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“He said that?" Silvana asked, staring at me wide-eyed from across the table.I nodded my head, taking a sip of my coffee. "He did."“Wow," she whispered. "I'm sorry for thinkingthat he'd be different outside of work. The stuck up little shit." She sounded in awe, almost as if she couldn't believe it. Me neither. But I did stop thinking about it and Silvana had requested all the details—over a nice cup of coffee.I wasn't going to see him again, and that was that but still, I entertained her curiosity."Yeah," I said, leaning my elbow onto the table. "That's basically it. He walked me to my car and said things weren't going to work out," I said, grimacing as I recalled the events with Diego.Unfortunately, it seemed as if he had put me off dates for a while.I picked up my fork, ready to dig into my second slice of cake. The diner we were in was a cute place located on the corner of a busy street. Sixties themed-white and pale pink interior. The classic checkerboard flooring. It was