All Chapters of SHATTERED AND TEMPTED: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Freya pov“What… what kind of punishment?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.Steve didn’t answer.The corner of his mouth twitched once — slow, deliberate, the same dangerous flicker he always got right before he decided I’d earned whatever came next. His eyes locked on mine..Then his hand slid around the back of my neck, palm still warm and damp from the shower. He tightened his grip just enough to make my pulse jump under his thumb and pulled me in, forcing my head back until the ceiling lights blurred above me. A second later his face filled my vision, close enough that I felt the heat of his breath against my lips.He still hadn’t said a word.But that look — the one that promised I was about to be ruined so sweetly"The kind that makes you listen to instruction," he finally said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "And you learn that, When I say hold on and watch, you will watch. When I say stay, you will stay. And you will think before lying next time.""Steve," I

Freya POV“Do you mean what you just said?” Steve asked again.I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs still trembling from what had just happened. I blinked and prayed he wouldn't ask again. But the truth was, I knew I meant it. I wanted Mark to see this. I wanted him to see me being worshiped by a man who didn't look at me with disgust. But saying it out loud to Steve was something I couldn't bring myself to do. I would never normally accept that dark side of myself.Steve's gaze remained fixed on me. Somehow, I think he knew I meant it.And seriously, Mark had never even touched me like this. He never sucked my pussy or made me feel like I was worth anything. One time, I killed my shame and asked him why he wouldn't do it. His response still burned in my head: “How could you ask for that, when a child passed through that?”He boldly told me he couldn't put a damn mouth on my pussy, but I watched him put that same damn mouth on Lila, even videoing it for replay.The memory hit me like

STEVE POVI watched them from the doorway—Freya, kneeling on the floor, and Luna, wrapped tightly in her arms. Seeing them like that always gives me these feelings I can't explain..I know I’m going crazy and obsessed with everything about "my wife.""My wife." My lips have been dying to pronounce that. Just saying the words in my head felt like claiming a territory I never intended to leave. But I stayed back, keeping the words locked in my head for one reason. The only thing holding me back is Luna. In as much as Freya hasn’t explained to her about having a new dad, then I won’t confuse her. I have to be patient. I don't just want to be in her life; I want to win her heart.I leaned against the wall, watching them. Did I care about Mark’s loss? No. He should try again in his next life, because in this one, he’s already dead to us.I knew Freya had to be exhausted after our session upstairs, but I watched her pull it together. She had that motherly instinct, a mask she wore to stay

FREYA POV I didn't wait to answer Gladys, I just took a U turn out of the store and ran, I pushed through the glass doors of the store and ran."Freya! Wait! What’s wrong?" Gladys shouted from behind me, but her voice was just background noise right now.I reached the car and fumbled with the keys. My hands were shaking so violently I could barely hit the unlock button. It wasn't because I was sad, maybe I’m shocked…Yes..It was a deep shock, so deep I didn't have a word for it. Because. I didn't see this coming. Not even in a million years of my life.I got behind the wheel and tore out of the parking lot. I drove with a speed that was reckless. Other drivers honked their horns; some probably called me a madwoman as I swerved through lanes, but I didn't care. The only thing I could see was the road and the memory of that ten-million-dollar figure in my head.Tears started flowing down my face, hot and fast. I kept muttering to myself, my voice thick with sobs."Why? Why me?"I didn'

FREYA POVDinner tonight was different. It didn't feel like a meal in a cold mansion; it felt like a home. Ben was in a rare, playful mood, cracking jokes about how he learned his cooking secrets from watching Ratatouille. He and Luna spent half the night "dragging" each other, with Luna insistently telling him that the cartoon rat probably had better seasoning skills.It was easily one of the best dinners I’ve ever had. Diana was back, so the whole "family" was finally sitting together at the table. I realized then that Luna was the glue holding this strange group together. She had this way of making everyone soften, getting them all to come down to her level—everyone except "Uncle Hulk," who remained his usual mysterious self.I kept glancing toward Steve’s wing of the house. I wasn't even sure if he was still inside after we finished eating. Once the plates were cleared, Luna insisted on "helping" Ben clean up, which really just meant she was getting in his way and asking a thousan