Semua Bab Capitulate Into Sinful Desires : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Adrian POV"Urgh... Adrian...yes"Reuben's voice pace through the room, as my warm hands grabs his erected straw. He jerks from my touch."Right..,there Ad..." His voice makes me roughly pushed his cute dick into my mouth. Tasting every salty liquid mixed up with the liquor I had from the bar.The music still plays faintly from the background."Please Adrian... don't stop" I didn't, I never would. Instead I made a circle round the top of his reddish head of his cock. He whines excitedly, pulling my hair roughly. I tried smiling in between having his hot straw inside my greedy mouth. He jerked for the second time, unknowingly pushing more length of his rode inside my mouth. I sizes the opportunity to mouth glide him up and down, until my pace were becoming faster.He couldn't stop himself from groaning in pleasure.This was the same guy that didn't want me to come closer to him. But now...?Fuck his dick starts moving on its own accord. I knew he was going to cum inside of me. This wa

Adrian’s POVThe club was alive.Not just loud—alive.Bass-heavy music pounded through the walls, vibrating through the glass in my hand, through my chest, through my bones. The DJ had just switched tracks—something darker, heavier—“After Dark” pulsed through the speakers, the rhythm thick and intoxicating.Neon lights flashed in violent shades of red and blue, slicing through the dimness. Bodies moved everywhere—grinding, swaying, colliding.Some danced like they were possessed. B!tches swaying their fncking hips round the long pool across the club.Some drank like they were trying to forget.Others…fncking, kissing, even tripping.Didn’t bother hiding what they were doing. And aside from the DJ's music, the sounds these souls makes were the only greedy part I could even enjoy to myself.A girl straddled a guy at the far corner, her head thrown back in laughter as his hands roamed freely. Another pair stumbled past our table, barely able to keep their hands off each other. Till they

Adrian’s POV I didn’t move. Not immediately after she left. The library door had slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing louder than it should have and yet, I could still feel her. Her presence, Her warmth, Her hesitation. A slow breath left my lips as I ran a hand through my hair, my chest rising and falling harder than I liked. What the hell just happened? I'm supposed to be who I am, who everyone thinks I am. So why? What went wrong few seconds ago. I let out a low, humorless chuckle, dragging my tongue across my lower lip. She ran. Fuck!. Of course she did. A nun. A fncking nun. But that wasn’t what got to me. It wasn’t the slap, It wasn’t the resistance, it was the moment she didn’t resist. Like she's been doing this shit all her life. For that brief… dangerous second, my jaw tightened. “She wanted it.” The words slipped out under my breath before I could stop them. "She wished, she wasn't who she claimed to be" I could bet on that. And the more I think a

Adrian’s POVI got to the church earlier than expected, not because I cared about the session, but because I wanted control over it.And last night, I almost thought it was her I saw in my bedroom.But it was mum. Standing there in the doorway half opened. Dressed in favourite pajamas. Nothing close to what I have imagined earlier.I don't know what mere thinking about her was doing to me.Mum said she had heard voices coming from my room and came to check up on me.Even though I knew that concerned look on her face had shifted.Walking inside, the compound was quiet in that unnatural way that always made my skin itch. Everything about this place felt too clean, too calm, like nothing bad had ever happened within those walls. It was a lie, of course. Places like this only looked peaceful on the surface. Beneath it, people hid more than they admitted.I stepped into the counseling room without knocking, my gaze sweeping across the space with mild interest. It was exactly what I expecte

Adrian’s POV After I drove out of the church, I thought of where I should go to definitely not home. I decided to go to the club. The music hit before I even stepped fully into the club. Loud, heavy and alive. The kind of sound that crawled under your skin and made it impossible to think straight, even if you wanted to. Which, tonight, I did. I pushed past the entrance, the familiar wave of heat, perfume, alcohol, and bodies pressing together wrapping around me instantly. Lights flashed across the room in restless colors, catching on skin, glass, and movement. This was my space where things made sense, where I didn’t have to think. At least… that was how it used to be. “Adrian!” I barely had time to react before one of my friends threw an arm around my shoulder, pulling me deeper into the crowd. Laughter followed, loud and careless, the kind that came easy when nothing mattered. “You finally showed up,” he said. “We thought you ditched us.” I smirked faintly. “Y