All Chapters of Sinful Dark Desires : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Father Adrian sat across from Isabella in the quiet study, the weight of her confession still hanging heavily in the air. He rubbed his temple, trying to maintain his composure.“Miss Isabella,” he said, his deep voice firm but gentle, “if we are going to continue these sessions, you must fight those sinful thoughts. You cannot keep dwelling on what happened that night. I am your priest. This is a place for spiritual growth, not temptation. If you are truly serious about seeking God’s guidance, you have to let those memories go.”Isabella looked down at her hands, her fingers twisting together in her lap, she was conflicted. Part of her knew he was right, she should feel ashamed, she should want to forget. But another part of her–a darker, hungrier part didn’t want to forget at all.“I understand, Father,” she whispered. “I’ll try. I really will. I want to be better.”Father Adrian nodded, though his expression remained tense. “Good. Then we will meet three times a week. Here, in this

It had been a week since the study incident and Isabella did not return for any more private study sessions.She had taken Father Adrian’s words to heart. He had said they needed to stop, that it was too dangerous so she respected his decision. She attended regular Sunday service from the back pew, kept her head down, and left quickly afterward. She prayed every night, asking God to take away her sinful thoughts.But it wasn’t working.She still dreamed about him. Still remembered the warmth of his body, the taste of his lips, the way his hands had gripped her. Even during the day, random moments would trigger memories of that night, leaving her aching and guilty.Father Adrian was suffering too.Every evening he sat alone in his study, staring at the empty chair across from him. He told himself he had done the right thing. He was a priest. He had taken vows but the silence in the room felt heavier than ever. He couldn’t stop thinking about her soft voice, her honest confessions, the

Riley Hart laughed as she and her best friend Mia stumbled out of the noisy club, the cool night air hitting their flushed skin. It had been a much-needed girls’ night — loud music, cheap drinks, and temporary escape from reality.“I really need to pee,” Riley groaned, pressing her thighs together. “Like, urgently.”Mia pointed toward a dimly lit gas station across the road. “There should be one over there.”They walked for a few minutes, but the station was closed. Riley groaned again. “I can’t hold it anymore. I’ll just go behind those trees over there. Wait for me.”“Be quick!” Mia called after her.Riley hurried deeper into the wooded area, the music from the club fading behind her. She found a relatively private spot, quickly relieved herself, and sighed in satisfaction. As she adjusted her short dress and turned to head back, she realized she had walked further than she thought.The trees were denser here. The path looked unfamiliar.“Shit,” she muttered, pulling out her phone. N

Riley sat frozen on the edge of the bed, staring between the two identical yet completely different men standing in front of her.Carlos Thorn, the golden boy she had crushed on for years in college, looked at her with mild surprise and recognition. And Carl Thorn, his older twin, the man who had knocked her unconscious and brought her here against her will, stood with his arms crossed, radiating raw dominance.“I asked what the hell is going on here?” Carlos asked again, his eyes flicking between Riley and his brother. “Riley Hart, right? We did that group presentation together in college. What are you doing here?”Riley’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Her mind was spinning. This was Carlos Thorn, the hot hockey captain at college, the guy she had been dreaming about for years and had even plan to work at his Dad’s company as an intern, so she could be close to him was standing right in front of her… and so was his terrifyingly hot older brother who had just threatened to keep

Carl had her pinned against the hallway wall, his powerful body caging her in completely. His golden eyes burned with raw possession as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Why were you laughing with him?” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Looking far too comfortable for someone who claims she doesn’t want to be here.” Riley’s heart hammered wildly in her chest. She tried to push at his chest, but he wouldn’t budge. His muscles were hard and unyielding under her palms. “He’s easier to talk to than you,” she shot back, her voice breathy despite her anger. “You’re bossy, arrogant, and you literally knocked me out. Why would I want you?” Carl’s lips curved into a dark, predatory smirk. He slid one large hand down her side, gripping her hip possessively, pulling her even tighter against him. “Your body says otherwise. You’re trembling, little human. I can smell how wet you are right now.” Riley’s breath hitched. She hated how right he was. Her thighs were presse