All Chapters of SIN WITH ME: MY HUSBAND'S GODFATHER : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

My jaw was locked. My teeth were clacking together so violently that I thought they were going to chip, but I couldn't stop them.​I just stared at him through the sheets of freezing rain. Alexander. The man who sat at the head of every holiday table, the man who quietly paid for Leo’s college tuition, the man whose name made Leo’s father sweat nervously. He was supposed to be picking out a tuxedo for our wedding.​Instead, he was kneeling in a dirty puddle on the sidewalk.The filthy city water was soaking right into the knees of his charcoal suit pants, but he didn't even flinch. He wasn't looking at the rain, or the people hurrying past us under umbrellas. He was just looking at me.​His hand was massive. The rough pad of his thumb was resting right against my jawbone, and his skin was so unnervingly warm it felt like a brand against my freezing face.​I tried to swallow, but my throat felt like it was lined with shattered glass. I couldn't speak. I couldn't even form a coherent th

​"It makes me want to do terrible things to you, Serena."​His words didn't just hang in the air; they sank directly into my skin. My eyes fluttered shut on pure, involuntary instinct. I actually leaned forward, tilting my chin up, blindly chasing the heat of his mouth.​I didn't care that he was Leo’s Godfather. I didn't care that the diamond engagement ring was still sitting like a heavy, mocking weight on my left hand. The pathetic, starved part of me that had just been shattered into a million pieces didn't care about right and wrong anymore. I just wanted to be consumed. I wanted him to burn away the memory of Chloe’s moans with his bare hands.​But the kiss didn't come.​A low, rough groan vibrated deep in Alexander's chest. His knuckles dragged slowly, agonizingly across my collarbone, sending a violent shiver straight down my spine. And then, his hand dropped.​He took a sharp, jagged breath, stepping back just enough to let the cool air of the penthouse hit my flushed face. M

The air in the bedroom turned to absolute ice.​"Uncle Xander, please tell me you're awake!"​Leo’s voice tore through the heavy, quiet sanctity of the penthouse. He sounded frantic, breathless, like he had run all the way from the lobby. His heavy footsteps echoed off the marble floors of the living room, heading straight down the long, dark hallway toward the master bedroom.​My heart didn't just drop; it stopped entirely. My lungs seized up, trapping a pathetic, terrified gasp in my throat. I was paralyzed.​I was lying stark naked in his Godfather’s bed, my skin still slick with sweat, the heavy scent of sex and expensive bourbon hanging thickly in the air between the sheets. My engagement ring was currently lost somewhere on the floorboards in the other room. If Leo walked through that heavy oak door right now, my life wouldn't just be ruined. It would be a nuclear wasteland.​Alexander reacted with terrifying speed.​The lazy, possessive lover who had just been worshipping my sk

​I woke up because the bed was too warm.​I kept my eyes closed for a few seconds. The sheets felt like heavy water against my bare legs. They smelled like cedar and dark smoke. For one tiny, peaceful moment, my brain was totally blank.​Then, the memories hit me like a physical punch to the chest.​Chloe’s red shoes. Leo’s hands on her hips. The freezing rain. Alexander’s hands on my skin.​My eyes snapped open. I sat up so fast that my head spun. I pulled the dark silk sheet up to my chin, my heart suddenly beating a mile a minute.​I wasn't alone.​Alexander was standing by the large glass windows. The morning sun was bright, making the whole city look clean, but the inside of the penthouse still felt dark and dangerous. He was wearing black dress pants, but no shirt. He was just watching me. He looked completely calm. He didn't look like a man who just slept with his godson's fiancé.​He walked over to the bed. He stopped right at the edge of the mattress.​He held out his right h