All Chapters of A TASTE OF SIN: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I woke up entangled in his strong arms, he was sleeping like a baby. His heavy body covered mine, his face resting over my chest, his arms wrapped around my waist. His posture was almost possessive, protective as if he let me go, I’d run away.I tried my hardest not to wake him as I slipped out from underneath him. He stirred and his hand roamed around the bed looking for me, but instead, he grabbed a pillow and pulled it into his chest.I went to take a shower. After our little fight about him not wearing a condom, he again fucked me, and that too without a condom. I watched our discarded clothes from last night laying on the bathroom floor, I grabbed them all and threw them in the laundry basket.The shower was still running, we weren’t really in our senses last night. I sighed, walking to the cabin and finally completing the shower I had intended to take last night.My thoughts were all over the place. I squeezed my eyes shut as I remembered what Marco did last night. He still need

I seethed as I flung open the car door, storming out with such force that the door slammed shut behind me. The men immediately noticed my rage and tensed, readying themselves for a fight. I was pissed off!I was pissed at myself. For still letting him get to me.AlessandroI clenched my fists so tight my knuckles went white, trying to squeeze out the frustration burning beneath my skin.And to male matters worse, Marco was following me unrelentingly. I could hear him calling me from behind but Dante pressed a hand to his chest, pushing him back, "What did you do?" Dante demanded, eyes sharp with suspicion as he turned to me. "Nikolai, what did he do?"I glared at Marco and then shook my head, "It's alright, Dante, let him go." I said, voice rough, trying to sound stronger than I felt but I was actually ashamed of myself. I spent days telling myself that I don't want to be a gay again but when I met Alessandro, everything slightly started to change.I watched silently as Dante stepped

"Alessandro, he isn't here! I have checked the entire building myself four fucking times, our men are all over the place!" Antonio yelled over the phone, "He isn't here!" Antonio's voice cracked through the phone, sharp with panic.I got off my seat, "Well, fucking check the building again! How could you let this happen, Antonio? If something happened to him, You are a dead man, you're a fucking dead man!"I ended the call without giving him a chance to respond.My pulse thundered as I called his cell phone instead. It rang and rang and rang but he didn't fucking pick up. When the call disconnected, I immediately called Vladimir. My hands were trembling, the phone slick in my grip.Agitation rolled off me, I needed a fucking drink . I needed something to ground me. But more than anything, I needed my husband."Vladimir?" his cold voice came through the phone."I want you to track my husband's phone, NOW!""Give me ten minutes."Hanging up, I I stormed out of my office, my fists clench

The camera clicked. Again. And again.Bright white flashes lit up the studio in rhythmic bursts, but I hardly noticed them anymore. I moved instinctively, shifting angles with every shutter, holding poses just long enough to please Steven, who hovered behind the lens like an anxious mother hen.“Perfect, Nikolai,” Steven said, grinning from behind the camera. “God, you're glowing today. What happened, fall in love overnight?”I laughed under my breath and adjusted my jawline, giving the lens another expression.If only he knew.The glow wasn’t from makeup or lighting or the perfect fitting suit hugging my frame. It wasn’t the coffee I’d gulped down this morning or the high from a successful campaign.It was him.It was Alessandro, slipping into bed behind me last night after everything.I’d felt his warmth before I was fully awake, his arm sliding around my waist, his breath against the back of my neck. And when I shifted, still half-asleep, and pressed into him, he didn’t pull away.

I might be going insane, or maybe I really do have a problem, because after Nikolai’s words, after that goddamn suggestion that I marry Leah for my reputation, I just sat there and watched him.Watched his lips part like he wanted to defend himself, explain it away, take it back but nothing came out.Not a single fucking word.After I snapped. After I challenged him. After I asked him to say it to my face.Nothing.Everything was already ruined."Let me back", I stood up abruptly, the chair scraping back across the floor loud enough to turn heads if anyone had been listening. My pulse was roaring in my ears and I didn't give a damn. I really needed a cigarette, calm down before the whole date gets ruined. I wanted space from him for a moment.I didn’t wait for him to respond. I turned and walked out with my jaw clenched.The second I stepped out into the cooler air, I pulled a cigarette from my coat and lit it with the kind of desperation I hated admitting I had.One drag.Two.The sm