All Chapters of Saved by Sin: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The air between us lingered with something unspoken after that moment, something softer than before yet heavier in meaning, as though the space we shared had quietly shifted into something neither of us could ignore anymore.I did not pull away from him immediately, and he did not step back either.For a brief moment, everything felt suspended between us, caught somewhere between what had just happened and what neither of us was willing to say out loud.But reality, as always, found its way back.“Gregori checked the CCTV in your apartment hallway,” Dominic said, his voice lower now, though the seriousness within it remained unchanged. “Someone broke in. It looks like they were searching for something.”The words settled into me more firmly this time, pulling me out of that fragile moment, and slowly, I released my hold on his shirt, though the warmth of it still lingered in my fingertips.“What exactly did they find?” I asked, forcing myself to focus.Dominic stepped back just enough

The day continued to unfold in a way I had never expected, slowly pulling me deeper into a world that once felt distant and dangerous, yet now strangely welcoming.Dominic stayed close beside me the entire time, his presence steady and grounding as he introduced me to the people who, I realized, were not just his allies—but his inner circle.The important ones.The people he trusted.“This is Pedro,” Dominic said first, nodding toward a broad-shouldered man with sharp eyes and a composed demeanor that immediately commanded respect.The man gave me a short nod, studying me briefly before speaking. “So you are the one he has been causing trouble for.”There was no hostility in his voice, only curiosity.“This man, Simon,” Dominic continued, gesturing toward another man who looked more relaxed but observant, his gaze calculating despite the casual posture he held.Simon lifted his drink slightly in greeting. “Nice to finally meet you, Sierra. We have heard quite a bit.”“Sasha.”My atten

The warmth of his lips lingered long after he pulled away, not fading or softening, but settling deep within me as if it had found a place it refused to leave, something far more profound than a fleeting kiss, something that quietly rooted itself in my chest and stayed there.For a long moment, neither of us moved or spoke, and the silence between us did not feel empty but full, stretched with something unspoken as we remained close enough for me to feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, his hand still resting against my face as though letting go was not something he was ready to do.And, strangely, I found that I did not want him to.My fingers stayed curled against his shirt, holding on without realizing it, my heartbeat uneven and restless as I tried to steady myself, yet the truth settled deeper with every passing second that nothing about this felt steady anymore, not when he looked at me like that, not when his touch carried something I could not yet name but could alrea

“Take me, Dominic”The moment the words left my lips, telling him softly that the pain in my back had faded, that the injury no longer pulled at me the way it had before, something shifted in his gaze.It was subtle but unmistakable.His eyes darkened, not with anger, but with something deeper, something restrained that had been held back for far too long.“You should not say things like that so easily,” he murmured, his voice low, almost warning.My breath caught slightly. “Why?”For a brief moment, he did not answer.Instead, his hand lifted, brushing slowly along my arm, up to my shoulder, and then higher, until his fingers rested g

The moment we stepped inside the clinic, the atmosphere shifted.Gregori, who had been standing near the center of the garage, immediately turned toward us, his expression calm at first—until his gaze landed on Dominic and it changed into sharp and alert.“What the hell—” he started, his voice tightening as he stepped forward quickly.I did not give him time to finish.“Dimitri,” I called out immediately, my voice urgent as I turned toward the doctor. “His wound—please check it. It is bleeding again.”The words came out faster than I intended, my chest still tight from everything that had just happened, my mind refusing to settle as the image of blood soaking through Dominic’s shirt replayed over and over again in my head.Dimitri reacted instantly, already moving toward us.“What happened?” he asked, his tone calm but focused, his eyes scanning Dominic with practiced precision.Before I could answer, Gregori spoke.“He was shot before, but we stitch and bandage it,” he said.The room