A Sinful Devotion의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

Rafe’s POVThe mansion had fallen into a quiet that was almost deafening. Rain still drummed against the windows, a relentless percussion that made the world outside feel alive, dangerous, untamed. But inside, the silence was heavier. Heavier than any storm, heavier than any gunfire, heavier than the blood we’d spilled and survived just hours ago.I moved slowly through the hall, barefoot on the polished wood floors, holding a glass of whiskey like it could anchor me to reality. My hands shook slightly — from adrenaline, from exhaustion, from the lingering storm of emotion Nicholas had stirred in me. I was alive. But I wasn’t free. Not really. Not while he was still in the same house, still watching, still existing like a shadow I could neither escape nor ignore.I paused by the window, staring out at the city blurred beneath sheets of rain. Neon signs glimmered in the distance, reflections dancing on the wet asphalt. I imagined them like fragments of our lives — distorted, unreachabl

Rafe's POV The first thing I felt was the fire. Sharp, scorching, burning through my chest like it wanted to consume me from the inside out. My fingers clenched the smooth marble of the table I’d been thrown against, trying to anchor myself in the world that was spinning too fast, too violently.I could hear it—the chaos of shouts, the metallic tang of blood thick in the air, and beneath it all, a pulse I knew better than my own. Nicholas. His voice, low and controlled, cutting through the panic, calling my name like it was the only tether keeping me alive.“Rafe!”I wanted to answer. I wanted to tell him I was fine, that it was just a scratch. But the world had tilted, and I was falling, and every breath was fire ripping through my lungs. I tried to move toward him, to push through the pain, but my legs didn’t obey.And then I saw him.Nicholas Rhodes, my storm, my anchor, standing over me with eyes I had memorized a thousand times. Cold, sharp, lethal—but underneath it, something

The room was dim, the last embers of the fire casting flickering shadows across the walls. The air smelled faintly of smoke and something warmer—him. Nicholas. My heart thudded against my ribs like a frantic prisoner, both terrified and desperate at the same time. Every instinct screamed to pull away, to protect myself from the intensity of his presence—but every part of me longed for him.He knelt beside me on the sofa, his movements slow, deliberate, precise. He didn’t touch me at first, only looked—taking in every bruise, every scar, every vulnerable inch of my body with an intensity that was almost unbearable.“Rafe,” he whispered, low and rough, the sound vibrating through me. “I… I want to be close. Only if you let me.”I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and nodded, my fingers trembling against the fabric of my shirt. “I… I want you too.”His eyes softened just slightly, though the danger behind them never fully disappeared. He reached out, brushing a lock of hair from my forehead

Nick's POV Nicholas Rhodes had held dying men before. He’d cradled enemies as their blood leaked across marble floors, he’d steadied loyal men as their last breaths rattled free. But nothing—nothing—prepared him for the quiet, steady rise and fall of Rafael Vega’s breathing against his chest.It shouldn’t have felt like relief.It should’ve felt like a threat.Rafe had fallen asleep sometime before dawn, exhaustion finally dragging him under after the way Nick had touched him—slow, deliberate, coaxing instead of taking. Nick’s body still hummed with it: the heat of Rafe’s mouth, the tremor in his thighs, the way he gasped when Nick’s hands ghosted over bruised skin.He hadn’t meant to be gentle.Gentleness wasn’t something Nicholas practiced. But Rafe’s wounds… his scars… the weakness in him that he tried to hide behind stubborn eyes—Nick couldn’t ignore any of it. Couldn’t pretend he didn’t care.God help him, he cared too much.Rafe lay half-over him, face tucked near Nick’s

The night was suffocating, heavy with the smell of rain and exhaust, a scent that seemed to mirror the tension coiling inside Rafe like a living thing. He sat silently in the passenger seat, hands resting lightly on his knees, staring out the rain-streaked window. Every shadow, every flicker of movement made his pulse spike. His heart wouldn’t settle—not since the events of the past week, not since Damien had dared to touch him.Nicholas’s presence beside him was both grounding and terrifying. His jaw was set, sharp under the dim glow of the dashboard lights, eyes scanning every street with the precision of a predator. The low hum of the engine vibrated through Rafe’s thighs, reminding him how alive—and vulnerable—he felt in Nicholas’s orbit.“You’re quiet,” Nicholas said finally, voice low, threaded with that familiar warning that always made Rafe’s pulse quicken. “And silence doesn’t suit you. Not when you’re thinking.”Rafe let a bitter laugh escape, a sound he didn’t even know