All Chapters of Sins Of The Flesh: A Taboo Collection : Chapter 121 - Chapter 128

Sia's POV. I spent the entire evening pretending nothing had changed.Dinner was ordinary on the surface. Mark talked while Lucas listened, asked the right questions, even laughed at the right moments. I moved between stove and table, poured wine, passed plates, and felt Lucas’s eyes on me every time Mark looked away. The ghost of his fingers still lived between my legs. Every shift of my hips reminded me how open and wet I had been for him only hours earlier.After the meal, Mark stretched and declared he needed an early night, another long day tomorrow. He kissed me in the hallway, soft, familiar, tasting of the wine we had shared and headed upstairs, leaving Lucas and I alone in the living room once more.I should have followed Mark. Instead I stayed on the couch, my legs tucked under me, the same blouse buttoned to the throat as if the fabric could protect me. Lucas sat in the armchair across from me, a fresh beer in his hand, watching me over the rim.“You’re quiet,” he said.“W

Sia's POV. Mark came home just after seven, the same tired smile on his face, the same soft kiss at the door. I met him in the hallway still dressed in the jeans and sweater from earlier, though underneath I had already changed into the soft cotton panties Lucas had watched me put on. “Long day,” Mark said, dropping his bag by the stairs. “I’m starving.”Lucas appeared from the living room, easy and casual, as if the bed upstairs did not still hold the imprint of what we had done only hours before. The three of us moved through the ordinary rituals of evening, takeout containers on the table, wine poured, conversation that never once touched the truth sitting heavy between Lucas and me. I laughed at the right moments but under the table my knee brushed Lucas’s once, deliberate, and the brief contact sent a fresh pulse of heat between my legs.After dinner Mark stretched and declared he was done for the night, another early start tomorrow. He kissed me on the temple, told Lucas good

Sia's POV. Evening settled over the house in the ordinary way it always had, lamps switched on, the smell of the simple pasta I had made filling the kitchen, Mark’s tired voice recounting the long meeting that had kept him late. Lucas sat across from us at the table, polite and relaxed, asking the right questions, laughing at the right moments. No one watching would have guessed that only hours earlier he had been buried inside me on the very bed Mark would soon sleep in, or that my body still carried the lingering ache and slick evidence of him.I moved through the motions of dinner like a woman performing a role she knew by heart. I passed the bread. I refilled Mark’s wine. Under the table my bare foot found Lucas’s ankle and rested there, a secret point of contact that sent a slow heat climbing up my leg. He did not look at me, but the muscle in his jaw tightened once, and I knew he felt it.After the dishes Mark stretched and declared himself finished with the day. Another early

Sia's POV. Three days passed before Mark called.I spent them in the hotel room like a ghost, leaving only for takeout coffee and the occasional walk along the wet sidewalks when the walls felt too close. My phone stayed mostly silent. Lucas never texted. Mark’s name did not appear until the third evening, just after seven, the same time he used to walk through our front door.I answered on the second ring.“Where are you?” His voice was quieter than before, scraped raw.I told him the name of the hotel. There was a long pause, then: “Can I come over?”He arrived twenty minutes later. When I opened the door he looked older somehow, unshaven, his eyes shadowed, wearing the same shirt he’d had on the morning after everything collapsed. He stepped inside, glanced once around the sparse room, and sat on the only chair. I remained standing near the window.For a while neither of us spoke. Rain tapped against the glass again, soft and steady, the same rain that had fallen the day Lucas and