All Chapters of Awakened For Sin: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Blake's POVIt felt wrong all day to be sitting at the office.I sat through three meetings, signed off on two contracts for contractors needed for upcoming projects, reviewed the casino project timeline with the team twice, and listened to the ops team drone on about supply chain complications for the Brooklyn development. All of it should have demanded my full attention.Instead, I kept seeing Cassie's face this morning. The careful blankness when I'd told her about the clinic appointment. The way she'd turned away from me, dismissing me after Melissa had arrived.I checked my phone for the fourth time in an hour.Nothing from Ana. No confirmation text that Cassie had actually gone to the clinic, that she'd taken the pill, that we could both stop worrying about consequences neither of us wanted.I should call. Make sure.My thumb hovered over Ana's contact."Everything alright, Blake?"I looked up sharply to find Scott, my CFO, watching me from across the conference table, concern e

Blake's POVTraffic crawled through downtown, giving me too much time to think. Too much time to dissect the day.Ana's words played on repeat in my head. Empty packet. Empty foil. She'd taken it. The pill. Problem solved, right? So why did I feel like I'd lost something? Why did it feel wrong?I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my jaw aching from how hard I'd been clenching it. The bruises on my knuckles from last night's punch had darkened to deep purple. A visible reminder of how quickly I'd lost control.For her.I'd hit Richard Jones in front of a restaurant full of people because he'd put his hands on my wife. My soon-to-be ex-wife. The woman I was supposed to be walking away from.Instead, I'd fucked her in a parking garage. Then again afterwards, and then this morning.And now all I could think about was getting home and doing it again.'You're pathetic.' I told myself. 'She's playing you. Just like she always has.'Except she wasn't. Not exactly.The old Cassie had used se

Fawn's POVHis mouth crashed into mine, hard and brutal, all the anger and want he'd been bottling exploding in one violent collision. His teeth caught my lower lip, biting down hard enough that I tasted blood, metallic and sharp almost shocking. But it didn't turn me off. No, it fueled my need for him.I kissed him back just as hard, just as desperate, my hands fisting in his shirt. Buttons popped under my fingers, scattering across the floor with tiny clicks that I barely registered."Blake—" I gasped against his mouth, trying to get air, trying to think.But thinking was impossible when his hands were on me, when his tongue was sliding against mine, when he was consuming me like I was a drug he couldn't get enough of.He shoved me back against the counter, his hands going to my hips, lifting me like I weighed nothing. He set me down on the top.His mouth moved to my throat, biting, sucking, marking me everywhere he could reach. Each scrape of his teeth sent jolts of electricity str

Blake's POVThe restaurant Ford had chosen for lunch the next day was halfway between both their offices. It was a place businesspeople use to network and close deals or even celebrate winning a contract.I spotted him immediately at our usual booth in the back, already halfway through what looked like a scotch. Looking at my watch, I saw it was only 11:50 AM.I stopped the waiter about to walk by me. "How many has he had?" Nodding toward Ford.The waiter looked over his shoulder. "That's his second, sir, but he told me to keep them coming. I would be happier if you could get him to eat."I nodded, not taking my eyes from Ford. Looks like we both need to talk. I wondered if Ford's problems included the fight with Cory over seducing his brother's fiancée."Starting early," I said, sliding into the seat across from him.Ford looked up, his expression grim. "I'm entitled. My personal life's a fucking disaster.""Join the club." I signaled the waiter for my own drink. "The membership must

Fawn's POVI stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, smoothing my hands over the electric blue, gown that clung to every curve. It was simply stunning, a deep V-neck that plunged between my breasts, a fitted bodice that emphasized my waist, and a skirt that fell in elegant waves to the floor. Tasteful yet seductive. The kind of dress that screamed for attention. I hoped it would get a reaction out of Blake.Two nights.Two nights of sleeping alone in my room, the door locked, Blake on the other side of the penthouse in his own space. Two nights of listening for his footsteps in the hallway, hoping he might knock, might say something about what had happened on his desk and what happened after, might even break the tension between them. I could see the hate in his eyes every time they made love… No had sex. But the hate and disgust was directed at himself.We'd existed in careful politeness. Good mornings over coffee. Brief exchanges about nothing, really. Ana hovering i