All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE HIDDEN SIN : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Edwin's POV"Yeah, baby, just like that keep going, fuck me harder," she moaned loudly, her fingers clutching the edge of the sink, "that's the spot, yeah, right there." I grimaced as I watched sweat bead down her arched back. Why did she keep calling me "baby"? "Oh God, I’m about to blow…"Finally,"Yes, baby, yes don’t stop.."Her whole body tensed, her moans turning into desperate whimpers. Her hips jerked erratically, and I decided to push her harder, faster. Her voice grew raw, uninformed of my name, so in a broken, awkward voice, she screamed, "Come on, bartender…fuck me even harder!"A loud cry tore from her throat as she climaxed, spilling her release all over me. I slowly withdrew, disgust curling in my stomach at the sight of the creamy mess splattered on my skin and hips. I backed away, grabbing a tissue to clean myself.She turned around, flashing a grin as I zipped up my trousers and buckled my belt."Tuck, boy," she chuckled, "That dick of yours is fire. You almost

Fuck," a soft moan slipped past my lips as I arched my back off the sturdy wall, pushing my hardening cock into his rough touches. He pressed his lips on mine, wrapping his arm around my back and pulling me toward him till there was no space between us.His cock twitched in his suit pants and from the way it curved around his left thigh, I prepared my mind to limp to work. He snaked my frame till he found my hands in his hair, grabbed them and slammed me against the wall, pinning my wrists to the wall.I groaned at the impact while he took the opening to shove his tongue into my mouth. His fat tongue assaulted my mouth, searching every crevice.My cock pulsed, I wanted to feel everything about him. I wanted to rip the zipper from his pants and let his thick cock smack my face before he assaulted my mouth."Yes," I groaned into the kiss when he ran his fingers along my bulge. He pressed my body flat against the wall and then pushed himself off me."Strip." He repeated, his deep voice w

Edwin's POVHe gestured toward the chair opposite his desk without so much as glancing up.As I moved closer, I noticed him squinting at something on his desk. When I finally reached him, I saw it was my resume he was scrutinizing.“Edwin Reed,” his deep, gravelly voice resonated in the room, causing a shiver to run down my spine. “Tell me about yourself.”I looked at the golden nameplate on his desk Daniel Cheslyn. When he finally looked up, our eyes locked for a tense, uncomfortable moment. I could tell right away he recognized me. There was a flicker of hesitation in his gaze, just a split second, but I caught it. My throat felt dry, and I was momentarily fixated on his perfectly chiseled lips.“Go on,” he prompted, voice steady but expectant.Embarrassment made me blink rapidly. I cleared my throat. “Um, I’m a business student. I’ve always been fascinated by communication and marketing. Those areas just kind of drew me in.”His captivating hazel eyes, like a setting sun, held mine

Edwin’s POVThe alarm on my phone screamed at 5:45 a.m., ripping me out of a dreamless sleep. I slapped it silent before it could wake Ruby or Mom, then lay there for a full minute staring at the water-stained ceiling. My body still ached in places I hadn’t expected, lower back, inner thighs, the faint ghost of fingerprints around my wrists. I told myself it was just from the long walk in the rain yesterday. Nothing more.I rolled out of bed, wincing as my feet hit the cold floor. The new shoes sat by the door like accusations, warped and useless now. I shoved them into the back of the closet and pulled out the only other pair I owned: scuffed black loafers from my high-school graduation. They’d have to do.The apartment was quiet except for Mom’s soft, uneven breathing coming from her room. I cracked the door just enough to see her chest rise and fall, then closed it again. Ruby’s door was shut tight. I hoped she was still asleep. After last night’s almost-conversation, I wasn’t read

Edwin’s POVThe apartment door clicked shut behind me, softer than usual, like even the hinges were trying not to draw attention. I stood in the narrow hallway for a second, listening. No TV. No footsteps. Just the faint hum of the old fridge and Mom’s oxygen concentrator cycling in the next room.I took off my shoes, still the scuffed graduation ones, and padded toward the kitchen. The twenty dollars I’d left under the salt shaker were gone. Good. Ruby had taken it. That meant she’d gone to the pharmacy after school as I’d asked.I opened the fridge out of habit more than hunger. Half a carton of milk, some wilted greens, and a foil container of leftover rice from last week. Nothing looked appealing. My stomach was still knotted from the day anyway, those whispers in the break room, Daniel’s breath against my ear, the way he’d stared down from the forty-fifth floor like I was a problem he hadn’t decided how to solve yet.I closed the fridge door and turned.Ruby was standing in the d