All Chapters of Irresistible Sin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The city lights glittered like a bed of diamonds beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kael Ravenwood’s corner office, scattered brilliance against the endless black of the night. From this height, the world looked smaller orderly, obedient, contained. Exactly how Kael preferred it. It was late. Far later than most people dared to remain awake. The city below had begun to slow, traffic thinning, offices darkening one by one as ambition finally surrendered to exhaustion. But Kael thrived in hours like this. In the stillness. In the silence that belonged only to him. This office this private kingdom of glass, steel, and shadow was his sanctuary. Every line, every surface, every carefully curated detail reflected the man who occupied it. Controlled. Calculated. Uncompromising. From here, he overlooked the empire he had built brick by ruthless brick, deal by merciless deal. No inheritance. No shortcuts. Only precision and will. To the outside world, Kael Ravenwood was untouchabl

Ava’s POV The first rays of sunlight slipped through the blinds of my apartment, casting pale gold lines across the floor. My alarm had gone off hours ago, yet I hadn’t moved. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying yesterday on an endless loop. My first day as Kael Ravenwood’s secretary was supposed to be professional. Predictable. Uneventful. It had been none of those things. Kael Ravenwood. The name alone carried weight. Untouchable. A billionaire CEO feared in boardrooms, admired from a distance, and whispered about behind closed doors. Ruthless. Dominant. Unyielding. I had read the articles, memorized the rumors, and prepared myself for a man who inspired intimidation rather than intrigue. What I hadn’t prepared for was the way he made me feel. From the moment his eyes had locked onto mine, something shifted. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t admiration alone. It was a pull deep, magnetic, and impossible to rationalize. Every glance carried intent. Every word,

Ava’s POV The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, and for a moment, I just stand there breathing deeply, collecting myself, preparing my mind for another day shadowed by the presence of Kael Ravenwood. I tell myself I’m ready. I tell myself I’m composed. I tell myself I can handle him. But the moment I enter the 51st floor, the truth sinks in again: no amount of rehearsed self-control can protect me from the gravitational pull of a man like him. The Ravenwood Tower is always cold cold marble floors, cold walls, cold lighting but the moment Kael arrives, everything in this place feels ten degrees hotter. I feel it. My body feels it. My nerves feel it. And unfortunately, my heart feels it the most. “Good morning, Ava,” Maya calls softly from the reception desk, her eyes already flicking to the glass doors of his office checking if he’s inside. If he’s in a good mood. If the air is safe enough to breathe. “Morning,” I reply, though my voice is thinner than I int

Ava’s POV The office feels different once Kael steps back not cold, not distant just… suspended. Like the air itself is holding its breath with me. His fingers are still wrapped around mine, warm and steady, but the rest of him has moved away. Not much. Just enough to force space between our bodies. Just enough to remind me he’s fighting something I can physically feel pulsing off him. My pulse hasn’t slowed since he said it. Control. What little I have left. I’m not sure which scares me more that he’s losing it… or that I want him to. He exhales, low and rough, like every second he stays close is tearing at him. “Ava,” he murmurs, “you should go home.” The words sting, but the way he says them… like he’s bleeding while trying to hold the blade… makes my chest tighten. “I don’t want to,” I whisper before I can stop myself. His eyes snap to mine sharp, dark, burning. “Ava…” My name is a warning. A plea. A disaster waiting to happen. I should step back. I should p

Ava’s POV The moment his office door closes behind us, the silence feels different. He’s only a few steps away, but the air between us is thick warm, charged, almost trembling with whatever he’s been holding back since last night. Kael is quiet. Too quiet. He walks toward his desk slowly, deliberate in a way that makes my stomach twist. He isn’t looking at me, but his tension fills the room like heat radiating from a fire. I don’t move. I can’t. Not after what he said in the elevator. Not after the way his voice wrapped around me like a promise and a warning combined. “If I cross that line with you… I’m not letting you go.” Those words still echo inside my chest, louder than my heartbeat. Kael stops by the window, resting one hand on the glass as if grounding himself. His back rises with a slow inhale, then drops just as slowly. He’s struggling. I feel it. And for the first time, I’m not scared of his struggle I’m scared of what I’ll do if he doesn’t act on it.