All Chapters of PAINTED IN SIN: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Chapter 81: Let Them Hear You

Quentin stood between her legs with his cock already pressed against her. He did not push inside. He only rubbed the thick head of him through her wetness, slow and deliberate, watching her face while she tried to stay still on his desk. Verity’s breath caught every time he slid forward and stopped just short of entering her. “Quentin…” “I know.” His voice was calm, almost lazy. “You just came twice, and you still want more.” She bit her lip. “That is your fault.” “I will take the blame.” He pushed in just the tip and held it there. Verity’s fingers tightened on the edge of the desk. The stretch was already familiar, but it still made her eyes water. He stayed like that for several seconds, letting her feel him without giving her the rest. “Look at me,” he said. She did. “Good.” He leaned closer and kissed her once, slow and deep. “I want you to see exactly who is taking you in this office.” Then he thrust all the way in. Verity cried out. The sound left her before she cou

Chapter 82: In The Middle Of The Meeting

Ted Baker, the CEO from Off-Shore Holding sat at the other side of the table and was still speaking when Quentin’s phone vibrated. “…which is why our projected growth over the next eighteen months remains conservative, even with the expansion into three additional ports. What we need from Langford Holdings is not only capital. We need the kind of backing that tells the market this company is no longer a risk.” Quentin heard every word. He even nodded once, as if he was still fully present. On the surface, yes, he looked exactly as he always did in rooms like this. Calm. Unreadable. Dangerous in the quiet way that made people sit up straighter. Inside, his attention had already left the presentation. He picked up the phone, unlocked it under the edge of the table, and opened the message. Verity: Are you done yet? Quentin’s jaw tightened slightly. He typed without looking hurried. Quentin: Almost. I already want you. He locked the screen again and lifted his eyes back to the man

Chapter 83: Grow Old Together

Quentin opened the suite door and stopped. Verity was exactly where he told her to be. She lay on the bed with nothing on, her dark hair spread across the pillow, her legs open for him. The late afternoon light from the window touched her skin and made her look even softer than she had on his desk. Between her thighs, she was still wet. Still waiting. His eyes darkened at once. “Good girl.” Verity did not close her legs. She watched him loosen his tie, then his jacket, then the rest of his clothes, and she did not look away. By the time he was naked, she was already breathing faster. Quentin climbed onto the bed and settled between her thighs, but he did not enter her yet. He kissed her slowly and deeply. His mouth moved from her lips to her throat, then down to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked until she arched beneath him. Then he gave the other the same attention. “Quentin…” “I know.” He kissed the skin between her breasts. “I sat in that room listen

Chapter 84: The Birthday He Forgot To Mention

Verity stirred against him. Quentin reached for the phone on the bedside table and checked the date as if there was some possibility he had mistaken it. But he hadn't. Verity opened one eye. “What happened?” Quentin sat up. She frowned at him. “Quentin?” “I forgot something.” That immediately caught her attention. Verity pushed herself higher against the pillows and stared at him. “You forgot something?” “Yes.” “You?” He gave her a look. She was already smiling. “What did you forget? A meeting? A company? One of your islands?” “My uncle’s birthday celebration.” Her smile disappeared. “Theodore?” “Yes.” “His birthday is today?” “Tomorrow.” Verity blinked. “Tomorrow?” “The celebration is tomorrow night in Los Angeles.” She stared at him for several seconds before slowly sitting upright. “And you are only telling me this now?” “I forgot to mention it.” “To your wife, who is expected to attend with you?” Quentin sighed. “Yes.” Verity folded her arms. “That is worse

Chapter 85: The Night Everyone Was Watching

When Quentin and Verity arrived at the Holmby Hills estate, the celebration was already alive. The long private drive was lined with discreet security, luxury vehicles, and valet attendants moving with practiced efficiency. Beyond the gates, Theodore and Vivienne Langford’s estate glowed beneath hundreds of warm lights. The old-money mansion stood at the center of perfectly landscaped grounds, while an enormous glass pavilion had been built across the rear gardens for the evening. Verity looked through the window as their car moved toward the entrance. “So this is what your family calls intimate?” Quentin followed her gaze. “Apparently.” “There are enough cars here to start another country.” He smiled. “Theodore knows people.” “That was your excuse on the jet too.” “It remains true.” Verity shook her head, but she could not stop smiling. The moment the car stopped, Quentin stepped out first and came around to her side. He offered his hand, and Verity placed hers in it with

Chapter 86: How Did You Get Quentin Langford?

Verity was still laughing about Blake when Camille linked her arm through hers and pulled her away from Quentin. “I am borrowing your wife,” Camille announced. Quentin looked at Verity before answering. “For how long?” Camille stared at him. “You do know she existed before she married you, right?” “I’m aware.” “Good. Then you can survive without her for twenty minutes.” Verity laughed and squeezed Quentin’s hand before allowing Camille to lead her toward the large glass pavilion at the back of the estate. Theodore’s party had grown even livelier. The orchestra had changed to softer contemporary music, waiters moved between guests with trays of champagne and carefully prepared appetizers, and almost every corner of the massive garden held a different conversation. Verity recognized people from business magazines, art exhibitions, charity events, and society pages. Some were people she had met during her marriage to Kingsley, while others belonged more to Quentin’s world. Camil

Chapter 87: The Woman On His Bed

Theodore’s birthday celebration continued well into the night. By then, the formal introductions had eased into something warmer. Guests moved freely between the main ballroom and the glass pavilion, music filled the gardens, and groups that had spent the first hour discussing business were now laughing over drinks. Verity stood beside Quentin as Theodore stepped onto the small raised platform near the center of the ballroom. A microphone was handed to him. The room gradually fell silent. Theodore looked around at the crowd and smiled. “I was told this evening was supposed to be intimate.” Laughter immediately moved through the room. Vivienne shook her head from where she stood nearby. Theodore continued, “Apparently, my wife and I have very different definitions of that word.” More laughter followed. He thanked everyone for coming, mentioning friends who had known him for decades, business partners who had become family, and family members who had somehow managed to tolerate

Chapter 88: Don't Touch My Husband

For one terrible second, Verity could not move. Jessica was straddling Quentin on the bed, leaning over him with one hand pressed against his chest. His jacket was gone, the collar of his shirt was open, and his face was flushed with sweat. Then Verity looked at his eyes. Something was definitely wrong. Quentin was staring upward, but his focus was poor. His arms were not around Jessica. He was not kissing her. He was barely responding to the woman sitting on top of him. The shock inside Verity disappeared beneath a wave of rage. “What the hell are you doing?” Jessica spun around. “Verity—” Verity crossed the room before Jessica could finish. She grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off Quentin with enough force to send Jessica stumbling against the side table. Jessica caught herself quick. “Are you crazy?” Verity shoved her farther away from the bed. “Do not touch my husband.” “Listen to me.” “I said don't touch him!” Jessica reached for her, but Verity knocked her hand

Chapter 89: Someone Planned This

Verity couldn't sleep. Quentin had been taken to a private medical facility shortly after midnight, where another team examined him and collected several blood samples for testing. His condition gradually stabilized, but the doctors wanted to observe him for several hours before allowing him to leave. Verity remained beside his bed the entire time. She changed out of her evening gown only after Vivienne brought clothes from Sapphire Coastline. Even then, she disappeared into the private bathroom for less than ten minutes before returning to the chair beside Quentin. He slept through most of the night. Sometimes he moved restlessly and reached toward the empty side of the bed. Every time, Verity took his hand. By morning, Quentin was more alert. His eyes opened slowly. Verity immediately leaned closer. “Hi.” He stared at her for a moment. “Hospital?” “Yes.” His expression tightened. “You brought me here.” “I did.” “I told you I didn't want to come.” “You were barely consci

Chapter 90: It Changes Nothing

The complete blood results arrived the following afternoon. Quentin was already in a bad mood before the doctor entered the bedroom. Two days away from his office had apparently convinced him civilization was collapsing without him. He had spent the morning answering calls until Verity took his phone and placed it inside one of her bedside drawers. “You are abusing your position as my wife,” he told her. Verity sat in the armchair near the windows..“I haven't even started.” Quentin looked toward the drawer. “Give me my phone.” “No.” “I own several companies.” “And somehow they survived before you woke up this morning.” “They require decisions.” “They employ thousands of people. Surely one of them knows how to make a decision.” Quentin stared at her. Verity smiled sweetly. The doctor entered before he could continue arguing. Quentin's expression became serious immediately. The physician took a seat across from them and opened the report. “We've identified two separate fo

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