All Chapters of Purchased for My Sins : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Mara’s POVThe Rolls-Royce eased to a stop outside the Grand Regency Hotel, and the world outside exploded into flashes. White light seared through the tinted windows like lightning strikes. I drew in a slow breath, fingers tightening around my clutch. Sebastian’s hand rested lightly on my knee for a single second before he withdrew it and stepped out first.He offered his hand again, the same way he had at the staircase. I took it, letting him pull me into the chaos.The red carpet stretched ahead like a river of blood under spotlights. Paparazzi surged against velvet ropes, cameras clicking in relentless rhythm. Mics thrust forward like spears. Voices overlapped in a hungry chorus.“Mr. Kane! Over here!”“Mr Kane! A word on the merger rumors?”“Who’s the mystery woman?”He didn’t flinch. His arm slid around my waist, firm and possessive and he guided me forward with the calm precision of someone who had done this a thousand times. His smile was practiced: warm enough to charm, cool

Sebastian’s POVThe rest of the ride home passed in near silence.The city lights blurred past the tinted windows in long, golden streaks, but I barely registered them. My mind kept circling back to her soft lips. I’d kissed dozens of women, most of them skilled, eager, and practiced. None had left me like this: restless, hungry, replaying the slide of her tongue against mine on an endless loop.I wasn’t a man who lingered on kisses. I preferred straight to the point, no preamble, no distractions. Get in, get off, move on. Yet here I was, craving the taste of her lips like a man starved. My cock twitched at the memory alone.To distract myself I let my gaze drop.Her cleavage rose and fell with each shallow breath, the plunging neckline of the gown framing the perfect swell of her breasts, firm and round just impossible to ignore. My pants tightened painfully. I shifted in my seat, jaw clenched, fighting the urge to reach over and pull her into my lap right there in the back of the Ro

Vanessa’s POVThe alarm cut through the darkness at 6:45 a.m. like a blade. I slapped it silent before the second chime, but the damage was done, my body felt like lead, every muscle protesting as I dragged myself upright. Of course it was Monday.My apartment smelled faintly of Victor’s cologne and the sharp tang of expensive whiskey. I’d stumbled through the door at 3:17 a.m., heels in one hand, dress already half-unzipped. The gala had ended for everyone else hours earlier, but Victor had insisted on “one more drink” at his penthouse downtown. One drink became three, then the bedroom, then the kind of sex that was technically proficient but ultimately empty. He was skilled, attentive, and generous with compliments. He knew all the right moves and exactly where to touch but it couldn't be compared to how Sebastian’s touch always left me.It still hadn’t been enough.I picked my phone from the night stand to check if Sebastian had replied to the email sent him last night but no respo

Vanessa’s POVThe clock on my new desk hit 5:00 p.m. sharp. I stared at the last folder on my desk, some pointless inter-departmental requisition form, I closed it, and stood. The view from Floor 14 was inferior: no skyline dominance, no river glittering like a vein of silver, just a mid-level cityscape that felt like exile. I didn’t bother saying goodbye to anyone. There was no one worth saying goodbye to down here.I took the regular elevator to the garage, heels clicking against the marble like a countdown. My black Audi waited in its usual spot. I slid behind the wheel, started the engine, and let the AC blast cold air across my face before I pulled out.Traffic was light for rush hour. I merged onto the expressway, one hand on the wheel, the other unlocking my encrypted email app on the dashboard screen. One new message waited from my private investigator—subject line blank, as always.I opened it.Target exited penthouse at 11:22 today. Vehicle registration matches company pool

Mara’s POVI stepped out of the private room, legs still unsteady, the faint ache between my thighs a constant reminder of what had just happened in the private room. My robe was tied loosely around me now, but the silk felt too thin, too revealing, even though no one else was in the hallway. I walked quickly to my new room, the cream one with the chaise and the landline and the normal clothes, and shut the door behind me.I leaned against it for a second, breathing hard. The lock clicked into place. Safe. For now.Moonlight spilled across the pale linens on the queen bed, turning everything silver-blue. I crossed to the bathroom, flicked on the light, and stared at my reflection.My nipples were still sensitive, peaked beneath the robe. Between my legs I could feel the slickness he’d left inside me, the slow leak of him as I moved. I turned on the shower and stepped under the spray.The water pounded against my skin like it could wash away the memory of his voice. Touch yourself. Lou