All Chapters of Awakened For Sin: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Fawn's POV"Blake, please.” I said again, my fingers digging into his arm as I pulled him back with all my strength. Holy shit he was strong.For a heartbeat, Blake didn't move, his entire body coiled like a spring ready to snap. His fist was still raised, knuckles white, jaw locked so tight I could see the muscle jumping beneath his skin. Richard stood there with that insufferable smirk, practically begging to be hit again.I released his arm because I wasn't moving him, so I changed my approach stepping between the two men, my back to Richard, placing my hands on Blake’s chest, forcing him to look at me instead of his target. Pushing harder on his chest, I forced him back a few steps away from the suicide bomber Richard."Blake," I said softer, my hands moving to his waist now. "Look at me. Not him. Me." I could sense Richard had moved away. But Blake was tracking him with his eyes. Like a predator after his prey.His grey eyes finally dropped to mine, still blazing with fury, but a

I pressed my palms against the brick, my breath coming in short gasps. The rough texture bit into my skin, grounding me, making this real.Behind me, I heard the rustle of fabric, the slide of a zipper. Then Blake's hands were on me, hiking my dress up around my waist, bunching the silk at my hips.His fingers hooked into the thin fabric of my underwear, and with one sharp pull, it snapped against my skin before tearing free from my body. I gasped at the sting, the sound cracking through the night. I was exposed.His hand smoothed over my skin, then lower, his fingers sliding through my folds, gathering the slick evidence of my need."Jesus Christ," he breathed, his voice strained. "You're fucking soaked. Did making me hard on that dance floor turn you on this much?"It had been a turn-on to know I could affect him that much."Yes," I gasped as two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, stretching me. "Blake—h-mph!"Before I could even think to be loud, he pressed his palm ov

Richard's POVThe phone rang once before I picked it up. I had been waiting for this call. "Talk."I listened as the speaker told me about Blake's meeting this morning and what had transpired. Blake Huntington, some Japanese money man, a project big enough to make even Blake sweat over his own resources.I smiled at that part. Blake Huntington, sweating. Oh, this was too good. This was just what I needed to bring the man to his knees."Say that again," I said. "Slower. So, I can get all the details down." This was gold and just what I had been waiting for.The voice repeated it. A name. Nakamura. The man was serious money, the kind that didn't hand itself over easily. And Blake wanted it badly enough to be honest about his own limits in a first meeting.Interesting. Weakness dressed up as integrity. Blake had always been an idiot that way.I hung up without a thank you. Gratitude was for people who thought they'd been done a favor. I'd paid for information. That wasn't a favor. That wa

Blake's POVSunday nightThe silence in the car stretched between us, I hadn't seen much of Cassie today. as I had a early morning golf game with my project managers, then straight to the office afterward to tackle paperwork I'd been putting off. I'd meant to get home early, give us time before dinner. Instead, I'd barely made it back with enough time to shower and change.She sat beside me in the back seat, her profile illuminated intermittently by passing streetlights. The midnight blue dress she wore was elegant but understated, hugging her curves without screaming for attention, another choice that didn't align with the woman I'd married. Old Cassie would've demanded every eye in the room. This woman seemed content to simply exist in the space, happy in the silence, not feeling the need to fill it with meaningless chatter."You're staring," she said without turning her head.My mouth kicked up at one side. "I'm enjoying the view." And she was gorgeous, even more so because the dre

Fawn's POVRen's eyes went wide, his mouth opening slightly before he caught himself. Takeshi stared at me like I'd just pulled a loaded gun out of my purse and set it on the table between us.The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until Takeshi finally spoke, his voice barely held together."Anata wa... Nihongo ga hanasemasu ka?" You... speak Japanese?I nodded once. "Hai. Soshite, anata ga nani ka ni nayonde iru koto mo wakatte imasu." Yes. And I understand that you're troubled by something. I was giving them the chance to come clean.Blake hadn't moved. Hadn't spoken. I could feel his gaze burning into the side of my face, could practically hear the questions piling up behind his silence.But I didn't look at him.I kept my eyes on Takeshi, kept my voice gentle, and waited. He knew now that I was aware something was wrong, and I had him backed into a corner, but I had a feeling he would want to share anyway. I could see the respect he had for Blake.I knew Blake felt the sam