All Chapters of THE SEX CHRONICLES —100 WAYS TO SIN: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ISABELLA.I waited until Arabella finally left for her job interview. She had spent almost thirty minutes getting ready, kissing Michael goodbye at the door like the perfect loving girlfriend, telling him she would call him as soon as it was over. The moment the front door closed and her car pulled out of the driveway, the fake smile dropped from my face completely.I walked straight into the sitting room where Michael was still sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. The second he looked up and saw the expression on my face, he knew.“Isabella… wait, let me explain—”“Shut the fuck up,” I said, my voice shaking with pure rage. “You fucked me last night, came inside me, then climbed straight into her room and fucked her too? You didn’t even go home. You stayed here and put your dick in both of us the same night.”Michael stood up quickly, looking nervous. “It wasn’t like that. I just—”I slapped him hard across the face. The sound echoed in the living room. “Don’t lie to me

NOEL’S POV.I could still hear the roar of the crowd in my ears even though we were already back inside the arena tunnels. My legs felt heavy after the game, the kind of tired that comes from pushing harder than you thought you could. We won. The Black Wolves actually won my first game with them, and I had scored the assist that set up the final goal. Coach had pulled me aside right after the buzzer, his big hand clapping my shoulder pad as he told me I earned my spot. This was the team I had dreamed about since I was a kid watching their games on a cracked screen back home. Now I was here, wearing their colors, sweat soaking through my jersey, my long blonde hair sticking to the back of my neck under the helmet I had already pulled off.But something was wrong. I had forgotten the suppressants this morning. In the rush to get to the arena on time after admission papers finally cleared, I skipped the routine. No scent blockers, no pills to keep everything locked down. I told myself it

DRACO'S POV I stood there after Coach called out the names and felt the anger hit me immediately. Noel Laurent. That new rookie with the long blonde hair. They were really pairing him with me as a roommate. I had been annoyed enough when they added him to the Black Wolves lineup, but now this? Sharing my dorm room with him felt like a punishment I did not deserve. I had earned my space. I was the captain. I had carried this team through tough seasons and now they wanted me to babysit some quiet kid who looked like he did not belong on the ice. I waited until the meeting wrapped up and then followed Coach toward the side exit of the arena. My bag hung heavy on my shoulder and my legs still felt the burn from yesterday’s game. The win had left me in a strange mood, restless and on edge, but I pushed that aside as I caught up to him. “Coach, we need to talk about this room assignment,” I said, my voice coming out hard. “I do not want that new kid in my room. I already have to put up w

NOEL'S POV.I stayed facing the wall for what felt like an endless stretch of time after the lights finally went out in the room. The darkness did not bring any kind of peace or calm to me. Instead it made everything sharper. I could hear every single sound Draco made on his side of the room while he sat up watching game film on his laptop. The low volume of the plays running, the way he breathed a little heavier when something on the screen annoyed him, the occasional shift of his weight on the mattress that made the springs creak softly.My entire body stayed tense and wired the whole time. The mark on my neck throbbed steadily under the thick fabric of the hoodie, sending warm pulses down into my shoulder and chest like it refused to let me forget who had put it there. I kept one hand pressed firmly over the spot, feeling the raised edge of the bite through the material, and every single throb brought a fresh wave of deep anger and disgust rolling through me because I knew exactly

NOEL'S POV.The past month had been one long, exhausting stretch of pretending. Every single day followed the same painful routine that left me drained by the time I fell into bed. I woke up before Draco most mornings, slipped into the bathroom while he was still sleeping, and took my suppressants with water from the tap. I sprayed on three layers of scent blocker until my eyes watered from the chemicals.I changed with my back turned completely to the room, making sure the hoodie or a high-collared shirt stayed on to cover the mark on my neck.The bite had healed into a visible scar that I checked every morning in the mirror, touching it carefully and feeling that heavy pull in my chest that refused to go away.Some days the mark throbbed worse than others, especially when Draco was close. I hated it. I hated how my body reacted to him even while my mind reminded me every hour how much I despised him.Draco and I barely spoke outside of practice. He stayed true to his arrogant nature