SINNERS: Forbidden Tastes Better.의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 5

Roxanne Flair.I spun around the pole, my body glistening under the hot stage lights, the bass thumping through my bones like a second heartbeat. The lace bra barely covered my nipples, and my thong rode high between my cheeks as I arched back, legs spread, hips rolling slow and sinfully. The crowd was a sea of hungry eyes—men and women alike, mouths open, hands clutching drinks or the stage edge. They groaned and cheered, but I felt their stares like slick fingers on my skin.Among them, one man sat perfectly still in the shadows. No drooling. No shouting. Just those dark eyes locked on mine with a raw, knowing need that hit me low in the belly. I’d seen lust a thousand times in six years. This was different. This was hunger that understood me.The music ended. I slid down the pole one last time and slipped backstage through the grabbing hands and desperate fingers brushing my thighs. My heart still raced from the performance.In the changing room, the door burst open. “Roxanne,” t

03- NO, IT CAN'T BE..Roxanne Flair. My fists rained down on the man’s rock-hard back, my knuckles bruising against the thick fabric of his suit. I kicked my legs wildly, thrashing like a wild animal caught in a trap, but it was entirely useless. With every desperate surge I made to pull myself off his shoulder, his iron grip simply tightened around my thighs, digging into my bruised skin until I gasped. He carried me down the steps as if I weighed nothing at all. The cool night air hit us again, and then the rear door of the black sedan clicked open. He threw me onto the leather backseat with an unceremonious thud. Before I could even scramble toward the opposite door, the two other heavily built men slid in on either side of me, sandwiching me so tightly I could barely draw a full breath. The gravity of the situation finally settled over me like a suffocating blanket. This wasn't just another one of Kelvin’s terrifying threats. This was real. I was completely trapped. Through

05- THE ILLUSION OF FREEDOM 1.Roxanne Flair.The silence that followed Alaric’s revelation was heavy, suffocating, and absolute. The grand dining room, with its vaulted ceilings and glittering chandeliers, suddenly felt like a beautifully designed cage. I stared blindly at the fine china, the tears blurring my vision until the colorful, exotic fruits on my plate ran together in a hazy smear.A smooth, rustling sound broke the quiet. Across the table, Alaric casually pulled a pristine linen serviette from a silver holder and slid it across the polished mahogany toward me."Do not resent me, Roxanne," he said. His voice was entirely plain, perfectly calm, carrying the effortless authority of a man who ruled empires. "I am a businessman. And I am not the kind of man who breaks a signed deal."Before the weight of his words could fully settle, the harsh scrape of a chair cutting across the marble floor shattered the tension. Lake stood up abruptly. He didn't say a word. He didn’t offe