Todos los capítulos de Irresistible Sin: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Kael’s POV The office feels hollow now that she’s gone, but it’s not the quiet I’m used to. It’s a suspended kind of silence, one that presses against my chest and makes the air itself tremble. Every corner, every shadow reminds me of her of the way she just stood there, confident yet hesitant, daring yet afraid. I pace, running a hand through my hair. I should bury myself in work. I should let the city outside distract me with its lights, its noise, its chaos. But nothing can distract me from her. Not the skyline. Not the contracts on my desk. Not even the hum of the air conditioning. She’s there. Everywhere. The almost-kiss in the elevator, the tension in her gaze, the way she said she wouldn’t run… it all lingers in my chest like fire. I lean back against my desk, closing my eyes for a moment. God, she’s impossible. She’s dangerous. She’s everything I shouldn’t want, yet every fiber of me aches for her. I pull out my phone, my thumb hovering over the screen. One message co

Kael’s POV I held her closer than I had ever allowed myself to hold anyone. Her body fit against mine so naturally, so perfectly, that my pulse tripped over itself as if it had forgotten how to function. Her warmth seeped into me, her breath ghosting against my neck. And the moment her fingers curled against the back of my head trembling, hesitant, but wanting I felt something in my chest twist. She didn’t tell me to stop. She didn’t tell me to continue. But her body… spoke a language I understood too well. I lifted her and carried her toward the cabin, the air thick with something electric something we had been avoiding for too damn long. The yacht was quiet. The ocean outside murmured. But inside us, there was a storm neither of us could outrun. I didn’t rush. I didn’t force. And she didn’t step back not even once. There were no conditions. No negotiations. No lines. Just us stripped down to the truth we’d both been hiding. Inside the cabin, the di

KaeL’S POV I’ve had women. Too many, if I’m being completely honest. The kind who came because of my name. My world. My wealth. My reputation. Or the thrill of saying they’ve been with Kael Ravenwood. None of them ever looked at me the way she does. Not because of what I can offer. But simply… because she chose to. Ava Delos Reyes. A woman who walked into my life like an accident, stayed like a storm, and touched something in me I didn’t think existed anymore. Tonight, she’s in my arms not as someone I paid for, not as someone bound to me by a deal but as a woman who opened the door willingly, despite not knowing what waited behind it. And God… I’ve never been more undone. She’s lying beneath me, her eyes soft yet steady, like she’s afraid of nothing. Like she’s ready for whatever my touch could mean. She doesn’t look away. She doesn’t flinch. She welcomes me raw, vulnerable, breathtaking. I cup her face gently, almost reverently. “Ava…” I whi

Ava’s POV The next morning, I woke to the scent of salt and honey. Salt from the sea breeze drifting through the open cabana I expected that. Honey… not so much. When I turned to my side, a small tray rested on the bed: a fresh mango smoothie, a warm croissant drizzled with golden syrup, and a tiny card with two words in Kael’s annoyingly charming scrawl: “Stay longer.” I smiled, biting my lip. “This man,” I whispered, shaking my head. Stretching beneath the silk sheets, I felt the dull ache between my thighs a tender reminder of the night we barely slept. Not wild, not frantic. Quiet. Slow. Intentional. Every kiss, every sigh, every lingering touch felt like learning him and myself again. I wrapped the sheet around me and stepped outside barefoot. The sand was warm beneath my feet, the early sun painting the sky in soft peach and lilac. And there he was. Standing by the shoreline, shirtless, board shorts low on his hips, hair tousled by the wind, holding two surfboar

Kael’s POV Reality had a nasty way of creeping back in just when things were finally starting to feel perfect. We returned to the yacht the next day. Ava was quiet, staring at the ocean as if trying to solve something in her head but refusing to say it aloud. I gave her space. I didn’t know if it was because of the sea breeze or because we were heading back to a reality neither of us could escape from. For the past few days, it felt like we were suspended in some kind of dream. Just me, her, and the ocean. Nothing to think about but each other. No calls, no business meetings, no deals. I didn’t even know when the line between arrangement and real feelings began to blur. I’d never say it out loud, but I liked waking up with her beside me. I liked how she hogged the sheets, how she murmured in her sleep. I even liked how she raised an eyebrow whenever I kissed her shoulder just to annoy her. Now we were back in my world, and suddenly I wasn’t sure I wanted to stay in it without