All Chapters of Tempted By The Sweetest Sin: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ERIC’S POVThe morning light filtered through the curtains in Tina's room, casting soft shadows on the walls. I sat on the armchair by her bedside, the one she'd dragged in here years ago because she said it made the room feel "cozy." My elbows rested on my knees, hands clasped together so tight my knuckles turned white. I had been staring at her waiting for her to wake up. I hated that her face was pale, hated the oxygen mask, the IV drip. And the memory of Jonathan's fist smashing into my cheek.The bruise throbbed now, a dull ache that matched the one in my chest. But that pain was nothing compared to watching my sister fight for every breath because of some stupid decision. Drugs. How the hell had that happened under my watch? I was supposed to protect her. That's what I'd always done. From the moment she was born with that damn heart condition, I'd been her shadow, her shield. And now this.Tina stirred slightly under the covers, her dark hair fanned out on the pillow like it al

ERIC’S POVJonathan's face froze, his smug expression cracking just a fraction.His eyes narrowed, searching mine as if he could pry the meaning out of me with sheer will. "What are you talking about?"I didn't say a damn thing. Just stared him down, letting the silence stretch like a taut wire ready to snap. He didn't know. He had no fucking clue that I'd seen it all—the late nights, the whispers, the way his eyes lingered on women with blonde hair. Always blondes.His sick little obsession, hidden behind that polished facade of respectability. And here he was, trying to pawn me off like some sacrificial lamb to seal whatever twisted deal he had brewing. If I spilled it now, it'd be chaos. But why give him the satisfaction? Let him squirm in the dark, wondering how much I knew.My chest heaved with the effort to keep it all locked inside. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, like it was pressing in on us from all sides.Jonathan leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming ligh

ERIC’S POVI was sprawled on the leather couch in my penthouse, the city lights glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a million distant stars.Work was spread out in front of me—laptop open, papers scattered, a half-empty glass of whiskey on the side table. But my mind wasn't on the numbers or the emails. It hadn't been for weeks.Not since her.Sabrina.That woman had a way of sneaking into my thoughts, no matter how hard I tried to shove her out. The taste of her still lingered in my memory, sweet and addictive, from that night in her room.The way she'd shattered under my touch, screaming my name like it was a prayer. And then she'd pushed me away, clinging to that bullshit about loving Frank. Frank. The name alone made my jaw tighten. But I wasn't done. Not by a long shot.My phone buzzed on the coffee table, vibrating against the glass. I glanced at it, ready to ignore whoever the hell was calling this late. Probably some business contact or a woman I didn't care

ERIC’S POV“Are you ready?”Her eyes—dark, glassy, full of need—locked onto mine. She nodded, biting her swollen lip, and that was all I needed.I pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, grinding my teeth at how tight she gripped me. Fuck, she was perfect—hot, wet, squeezing me like she never wanted to let go. A low groan escaped my throat as I pushed back in, deeper this time, feeling every inch of her stretch around me.She gasped, back arching off the bed, hands clutching my shoulders.I started moving—slow at first, long, deliberate strokes that made us both shake. Every thrust dragged a soft moan from her lips, and I swallowed it with a kiss, deep and hungry, tongues sliding together as our bodies found a rhythm.“Eric… please don’t stop,” she whispered against my mouth, voice breaking, needy.“Never,” I promised, voice rough. “Not stopping, princess.”Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, pulling me deeper. I groaned loud, burying my face in her

SABRINA’S POV “No.” The word hit me like a slap. Eric’s voice was low, dark, and way too calm for the chaos exploding inside my chest. His hands stayed locked around my waist, keeping me pinned on top of him—naked, sweaty, still joined in the most intimate way possible. I could feel him inside me, thick and half-hard, like he had no intention of letting this end. My heart was slamming so hard I could hear it in my ears. Frank was coming. Frank. The one I was in love with. And here I was, straddling Eric like some desperate, reckless idiot, my thighs trembling from the two mind-blowing orgasms he’d just ripped out of me. “Eric, please,” I begged, voice shaking. “Not again. You have to go. Now.” He didn’t move. Just stared up at me with those intense dark eyes, a slow, dangerous smile curling his lips. His thumbs brushed slow circles on my hips, like we had all the time in the world. “I’ll only go on one condition.” I swallowed hard, panic clawing up my throat. “What condi