All Chapters of Tempted By The Sweetest Sin: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ERIC’S POV The bass from the speakers thudded through my chest like a second heartbeat—loud, relentless, shaking the floor under my boots. The club was packed: bodies grinding on the dance floor, strobe lights cutting through the haze of smoke and sweat, laughter and shouts blending into a wall of noise. But I couldn’t hear any of it. Not really. It was all just static. White noise drowning out the roar in my head.I sat in the VIP booth—dark corner, bottle service, the usual. A half-empty glass of whiskey swirled in my hand, ice clinking against the sides. I stared at the amber liquid like it held answers. Like if I looked hard enough, it would tell me why everything felt like it was crumbling.The call with Sabrina replayed in my mind on loop. Her voice—small, guilty—admitting she was at Frank’s. The background noise of him asking about dinner like it was nothing. Like they were a couple. My jaw clenched so tight I felt it in my temples. I downed another sip, the burn sliding down

SABRINA’S POV The words had hit like a slap.I’d opened my mouth—tried to speak—but nothing came out at first. My throat had closed up. My heart had pounded so loud I thought he could hear it.“Eric, please…”“Please what?” He’d stepped closer then—close enough that I could smell his cologne mixed with the faint scent of whiskey. “Please what, Sabrina? Please understand that you keep choosing him? Please pretend it doesn’t kill me every time you run to Frank instead of me?”I shook my head fast. “No. That’s not—”“Then what is it?” His voice cracked—just a little—but enough to make my chest ache. “Tell me. Because I’m trying to understand. I’m trying so fucking hard. But every time I think we’re getting somewhere, you go back to him. You call him. You cry on his shoulder. You sleep in his house. And I’m just… what? The guy you fuck when you’re lonely?”The words cut deep. Deeper than anything else he could’ve said.Tears filled my eyes and I tried to push them.“That’s not true,” I

SABRINA’S POV I stood up slowly, my legs a little shaky from what I'd just done. My throat felt raw, but in the best way, and the taste of him lingered on my tongue. Eric's eyes were still glazed over, his chest heaving as he watched me from the couch. That sexy, satisfied smirk played on his lips, but I could see the hunger building again. He wasn't done. Neither was I. I grabbed the hem of my hoodie, feeling bold under his gaze. His eyes locked on my hands, and he bit his bottom lip—hard—like he was holding back from pouncing. It made my stomach flip. I pulled the hoodie up and over my head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. Underneath, I had on a simple tank top, and a lacy, barely containing me. His gaze dropped to my chest, and I swear I saw his cock twitch, already starting to harden again. Next, my pants. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband, catching my panties along with them. No teasing this time—I wanted him to see everything. I pushed them down my hips, letting

SABRINA’S POVHis words hung between us like smoke—thick, heavy, impossible to ignore.“You’ll be my wife. For real.”My heart was hammering so loud I could feel it in my throat. I stared up at him, trying to find the joke, the catch, the moment he’d laugh and say he was just messing with me. But his eyes were dead serious. Burning. Waiting.I swallowed hard. “Real?” My voice came out smaller than I wanted. “What if I don’t want to marry you?”He didn’t flinch. Instead, he pulled me even closer—chest to chest, hips locked together. His cock was rock-hard against my stomach again, hot and insistent, reminding me how badly he still wanted me. His hands gripped my waist like he was staking a claim.“Then I’ll have to convince you,” he said, voice low and dangerous.I rolled my eyes, even though my knees felt weak and my skin was buzzing everywhere he touched me. “You don’t just ask a woman’s hand in marriage like that, Eric. And what happens when your stepfather finally gets off your ba

ERIC’S POV Frank’s eyes were wide—shocked, like he couldn’t believe he’d actually done it. His fist was still raised, knuckles red. Breathing hard. Chest heaving. Sweat on his forehead.I wiped the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. Blood smeared across my skin in a dark streak.I smiled.Slow.Dangerous.“You really shouldn’t have done that,” I said quietly.Frank’s face twisted—anger, panic, something feral. “You think you can just walk in here and take her from me? Like she’s some prize?”I tilted my head. “You said it yourself. She’s like a sister to you. Shouldn’t you be happy she’s getting married? That's she's finally moving on.”His eyes flashed. “Not to a jerk like you!” He spat.I laughed—low, humorless. The sound echoed off the quiet street. “I don’t have time for this. Bring out the suitcases. That’s why I'm here, not to argue with you.”Frank stepped forward—chest puffed, fists clenched again. “I’m not letting you near her things. They stay here until she come