All Chapters of Tempted By The Sweetest Sin: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ERIC’S POV The words hung in the air between us, heavy and raw.“Do you think you’ll ever stop loving Frank?”Sabrina’s eyes widened for a split second, like I’d slapped her. Then something closed off in her face...walls slamming up fast. She looked away from me, toward the ER doors, and let out a small, bitter laugh that cut straight through my chest.“I’ve loved him for six years, Eric,” she said quietly, voice steady but tired. “What do you think?”Six years.The number hit me like a fist to the gut. Six years of her heart beating for that weak, clueless bastard. Six years of her waiting, hoping, hurting. And one night with me…one incredible, mind-blowing night…wasn’t enough to change that?I opened my mouth to say something—anything—but before a single word could come out, the treatment doors swung open.A nurse poked her head out. “The patient is awake. You can see him now.”Sabrina didn’t even glance at me. She just turned and walked straight through the doors like they were p

ERIC’S POV “Am I going to be one of those girls?”The question hit me like a bullet straight to the chest. She stood there in the hospital hallway, arms wrapped around herself, eyes big and unsure, lip caught between her teeth again. She looked small, vulnerable, and so fucking beautiful it actually hurt.I took one step closer, reached out, and gently pulled her hands away from her body so I could lace our fingers together.“Sabrina,” I said, low and serious, making sure she heard every word. “Look at me.”She did. Slowly. Those pretty eyes locked on mine, searching for the truth.“I am more than all the names people throw at me. Playboy. Fuckboy. Heartbreaker. Whatever the hell they want to call me.” I squeezed her hands. “Why don’t you get to really know me? Judge me by what you see, what you feel when you’re with me… not by rumors and bullshit from people who don’t know the first thing about me.”She bit her lip again—harder this time—and a low groan rumbled out of me before I c

SABRINA’S POV The lunch rush at the restaurant was brutal today. Plates clattered, orders shouted across the kitchen, the smell of garlic and hot oil thick in the air.My feet already ached in my non-slip shoes, my apron was stained with tomato sauce from earlier, and all I wanted was to survive the next three hours without crying in the walk-in freezer.I was wiping down a high-top table when Kelly—one of the waitresses who’d hated me since day one—sauntered over with that fake-sweet smile she only used when she was about to ruin someone’s day.“Special table requested you,” she said, smirking like she’d just won the lottery. “VIPs. Better hurry.”I frowned. “Who?”She just shrugged, eyes glittering with something mean. “You’ll see.”My stomach dropped. I didn’t like the look on her face.I took a deep breath, smoothed my apron, and headed toward the back corner booth—the one with the best view of the street and the most privacy.When I rounded the corner, my heart stopped.Diana s

SABRINA’S POV I finished my shift early tonight—Mr. Austin sent me home after the wine incident, telling me I could go home and get cleaned up. “You’ve had enough for one night,” he said, his voice kind but firm. I didn’t argue. My shirt was still sticky and cold against my skin, the red wine stain looking like a fresh wound across my chest. As I grabbed my bag from the locker room, I couldn’t stop the small, triumphant smile from creeping onto my face. The way he’d shut Diana and Tina down? God, it was satisfying. I replayed it in my head as I changed into my spare top—the one I kept in my locker for spills. Diana’s gasp when he said they were banned. Tina’s red face as she sputtered about her father. For once, a boss wasn't being bais. No lectures about “the customer is always right.” No making me apologize for something I didn’t do. It felt like a win. A real one. But as I clocked out and waved goodbye to Marco in the kitchen, that nagging question wormed its way back into my b

ERIC’S POV My fingers fumbled with the belt buckle—urgent, clumsy with need. The metal clinked loudly in the quiet room. I yanked the leather free, popped the button on my pants, dragged the zipper down with a rough rasp. My cock sprang free, thick and hard, already leaking at the tip.Sabrina’s eyes dropped to it. Her breath hitched. Her pupils blew wide.I gripped her hips, thumbs digging into soft flesh. “Up,” I ordered, voice low and gravelly.She obeyed instantly—lifting just enough. I lined myself up, the head of my cock kissing her slick entrance. She was soaked already, dripping down her thighs. One slow push and I sank her down onto me.“Fuuuck,” I groaned, head falling back against the couch as she took every inch.Tight. Hot. Perfect.Her walls clenched around me like a fist. I felt every flutter, every ripple. My hands tightened on her waist, holding her still for a second while I tried not to lose my mind.“Fuck, Sabrina,” I rasped, voice wrecked. “You were made for me.