All Chapters of Sinful Nights With Adeline : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ADELINEWe pretended that what transpired between us last night was nothing.I took deep breaths in and gave him the details of our contract. No sex, no clinginess and no meeting before nine. All to which he just accepted without a word. So unfortunately, I don’t own a camera but I can paint as long as there is originality and expression of emotion I’m good to go.I planned on making Croix feel today. I start with something simple though.“You brought me cookies?” Croix looked at me warily. He stared at the basket on the counter.“These are cookies to show that whatever happened last night is just a game and we are cool about it.” I pushed the cookie basket towards him. “Besides I’m trying a new recipe and I want you to have some.”He made an impatient noise. “I don’t have time for this, Addie. I have someone to meet up with in half an hour.”“It won’t take you half an hour to eat one cookie.”Neither of us spoke about that game night and Wesley was actually cool about it. He didn’t

CROIXI watch her from outside of her window as I finish off the last of my blunt, sucking in the deep hit of the potent substance as I lean back against the tree. It’s still so early, dark even for her to see me clearly lurking outside. I’ve been up all night, riding around the city since we left from George’s place. That display of anger needed a release. I found comfort in the darkness of the night, but as the sun rose my discomfort rose with it. I had been tempted to go find Lana and fuck my frustrations out but even the thought of anyone else disturbs me.A sharp clang against the window steals my attention as Adeline tosses a notebook at it, the papers raining over her head. As always I’m caught in the endless cycle of hating someone especially the girl in front of me but still holding on to the someone that I fell in love with that is still in there somewhere. She is buried beneath that shell. I just need to break her out of it, shake her out of it or even choke her out of it,

ADELINEMy phone pinged as I ate the cake. Croix’s eyes were on the screen before us but I could tell his attention was on me. I was already on my third slice when I felt this throbbing headache and my vision becoming fast blurry.“Oh my God, what did you give me?” I shriek.Hysteria claws up my throat, constricting my breaths. My throat feels dry and the weight of eighty bricks is now upon my lungs. I should’ve never stayed here. I know I shouldn’t trust him. I have avoided situations like this all my life by staying sober. I can feel my eyes watering, terror taking over. The feeling of water again filling my lungs.Croix is on his knees before me, he takes the blunt in his hand and inhales it himself. He snakes his hand behind my head grabbing my neck pulling me to him again. He seals his lips against mine, breathing the smoke. On instinct, I inhale some of it, or lips dusting for a few seconds. Shivers slide up my spine as a look of realization hits him.Croix swallows, peering dow

ADELINE“Did you just say Russian roulette?”“If you know the game then you don’t need basic introductions.” A cruel smile plays on his lips. His long fingers slide around the metal with expert ease as he rolls the rotating cylinder open and dumps the bullet inside.For a moment, I wish the scene before me is just a nightmare. But the more I blink, the realer it gets. Croix has a gun and he’s going to play a game with it. “Please tell me this is a joke.” I whisper, my heart beating loudly in my chest and my meal threatening to appear. My eyes burned as I silently prayed for my life.Finally, he slides his gaze to me and it’s dead cold. Croix can be mischievous, indifferent even but his eyes are never this dead. “What do you think you’re doing?”“I told you it’s Russian roulette and you agreed to play with me.” He continues putting the bullet then slams it shut. “The game is simple. We’ll ask two questions each and when the other answers, he has to shoot. It might be the last thing we

ADELINETwo weeks pass in a blur.A crazy, twisted blur that I can’t keep up with.The moment I try to adjust, Croix pulls the rug beneath my feet and we go back to square one. Every night, I have to show up at the cottage. And if I don’t, he’ll carry me there while I’m asleep. So every night, I sneak out of the house with him and we head there.I expected him to chase me round the property and fuck me senseless but he doesn’t. He still keeps his boundaries. He hasn’t even touched me yet I stay with him and take his looks of emotions for my gallery.He never steps into the shower with me, only stands outside to watch, he doesn’t touch me here, not even a tit squeeze and that puts a distance in this our...relationship. Nope, that’s not the right word for it.But he doesn’t cook for me, cleans me afterward, helps me put on my clothes that he got for me that’s so accurately my size, he helps me with my gallery and even carries me in his arms to the cottage, but that’s the extent of his a