All Chapters of Sinfully His: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11‎The footstep outside froze me where I stood. My breath snagged in my throat, a sharp, painful knot that refused to move. The silence stretched, broken only by the pounding of my heart. Another step followed, heavier this time, deliberate. Someone was right outside.‎‎The knob turned.‎‎Panic surged, hot and suffocating. My first instinct was to run, but there was nowhere to go. No windows, no second exit, just this one door and the rows of files pressing in on me. The light above me buzzed faintly, flickering once more as if it knew what was coming.‎‎The door opened.‎‎I expected Damien. His cold, watchful presence. His piercing stare that always made me feel like he could read the thoughts I tried to hide. But it wasn’t him.‎‎It was Marco.‎‎He stepped inside slowly, shutting the door behind him with the same care as someone sealing off a crime scene. His eyes swept the room, the shelves, the files, and then finally landed on me. His gaze hardened, but his voice w

Chapter 13The morning came sluggishly, gray light seeping through my curtains, but it brought no relief. My body ached from the previous night, but the weight pressing on my mind was worse. Every detail of the Red Room, every flicker of Damien’s eyes, every precise movement he had made, haunted me. I kept replaying it over and over, trying to understand why he had reacted so violently. The fear, the humiliation, it all made sense. I had crossed a line, but the intensity of his punishment suggested there was something more, something hidden that I could not see.I stayed in my room longer than usual, avoiding the house as much as I could. Every footstep outside my door made my stomach twist. Even Marco’s presence felt threatening now, his calm and unreadable nature no longer a comfort. He had warned me once. He could warn me again. And if I was not careful, if I was even a fraction too late or too obvious, Damien would know.I tried to focus on small things, folding clothes, straighte

Chapter 15The morning after Damien left the room felt hollow. The tray of breakfast sat untouched, its warmth fading, steam curling into the quiet. I had taken a bite, forced myself to swallow, but the taste was gone, replaced by a gnawing anxiety. Damien had vanished. There had been no word, no message, no hint of where he had gone. He had left like a shadow slipping away, leaving only the echo of his presence behind.I tried calling him. Nothing. No answer. Voicemail, silent and unhelpful. I sent messages, short, simple, desperate, but they went unread. Each second stretched longer than the last, twisting my stomach into knots. I moved through the mansion like a ghost, searching for him, checking every room, every corner, every space he might be. The staff, usually precise and responsive, avoided my gaze. When I asked if they had seen him, they shook their heads, tight-lipped, eyes downcast. Nothing. Silence.Hours passed. The sun climbed high, and still he had not returned. I felt

Chapter 17I locked the front door and leaned against it, trying to steady my breathing. My chest rose and fell too fast, like I had just run a mile though I had not moved more than a few steps. The silence inside the mansion pressed down on me, heavy and unnatural, like the walls themselves were waiting for me to break.My phone sat cold in my hand. I stared at the last message again, my thumb hovering above the screen like I might somehow squeeze a different answer out of it. That single word glared back at me, sharp and cruel. Wait.Wait for what? For him? For danger? For answers I could not face? For something worse than all of it combined?I dropped my bag on the couch with a dull thud. My shoes scraped against the marble as I kicked them off, and I stumbled straight to the kitchen. My legs were shaking like I had no control over them. My hands trembled as I grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and gulped it down so fast the rim clicked against my teeth. Cold liquid slid down m

Chapter 19The heat of the metal hovered over my skin. My eyes burned, heart hammering, every nerve screaming, every instinct yelling at me to fight, to run, to vanish. But the straps held me firm. My body was pinned, helpless, and exposed to her madness.“You’re shaking,” Eve said, her voice soft but sharp. “Deliciously weak. Exactly how you should be when I mark you. Damien will look at you and see nothing but fear. Nothing but my power over you.”I swallowed hard, lungs tightening, chest aching. “Please… stop… don’t…” My voice trembled into a strangled whisper, useless, swallowed by the cold tiles.She leaned closer. The smell of heat and metal filled my nose. She traced the line of my jaw, fingers pressing painfully into my skin. “Stop? Oh, Ivy, you think I will stop? I will not. I never stop.”Tears streaked down my cheeks, burning like acid against my skin. My stomach twisted. I wanted to scream, but my voice caught. My mind raced. Damien, Damien, Damien. I willed him here, imag