บททั้งหมดของ The King's Favorite Sin : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Blake’s POVI woke up to the faint glow of my laptop still casting a pale light across my face. I never meant to fall asleep like that—watching Rosella on the feed, her fingers working desperately between her thighs, body arching off the sheets in raw, unrestrained pleasure. The scene keeps replaying in my head on a loop, uninvited, relentless. That girl is something else.A shitty smile slips onto my lips.I roll onto my side, shove the duvet off my body, and reach for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lights up: 8:56 a.m.For the first time in a long while, I actually slept. No nightmares. No lying awake until dawn. No pacing the house at three in the morning. Just deep, bone-weary sleep. I needed that more than I'd ever admit.But it's surprising, considering I’d spent half the night watching her. By the time I finally forced myself back to my room, it was already late. Even then, I couldn’t get her out of my head, so I turned on the Ivory feed—only to find her finger fucking

Blake's POV"Welcome back... lover boy." She lets out a mocking snort.I hold her gaze firmly, keeping my expression unreadable. Ashley stands discreetly by the couch, eyes averted, but I know she’s absorbing every word.Ava folds her arms across her chest, rooted in her position. "You've been gone for hours, Blake," she says, her voice deceptively calm. "Care to explain where my fiancé disappeared this morning... without his security? Without his driver?”I step closer, loosening my tie with deliberate slowness. “Business doesn’t wait for your approval, Ava. Does it?.”She lets out a short, brittle laugh."Business," she repeats, dripping with disbelief. "Right. The same business that leaves a feminine scent that isn't mine clinging to your skin."Her eyes shift to Ashley before returning to me. "And wasn't I just saying earlier how your man almost slipped up about your precious ‘toy’ project?”My thoughts snag on her words; your man.Was she talking about Tino?I don't let curiosit

Chapter Twenty-FiveRosella's POV"Is something wrong?"I've asked this same question so many times over the last fourteen minutes that I've lost count, but Lucien still doesn't answer.He keeps both hands locked around the steering wheel, his jaw clenched so tightly I swear I can hear his teeth grinding. His eyes never leave the highway stretching endlessly ahead of us.I shift uneasily in my seat, stealing another glance at Lucien, searching for the smallest crack in his unreadable expression, but he gives me nothing."Did I do something?"He remains silent."Lucien."Not even a glance.I let out a frustrated huff and fold my arms across my chest. "You know," I mutter, "ignoring people is actually rude.”"I know." The answer is so flat it almost startles me.I blink at him. "So... are you going to tell me what's wrong?""Not necessary."I stare at him, my lips pressing into a thin line. "Seriously?"His grip tightens slightly on the steering wheel. "What exactly do you want to kno

Blake's POV"Who could possibly be so important that you've been ignoring me for the last thirty minutes?" Ava asks, lowering the lipstick in her hand as our eyes meet through the mirror.She's been getting ready for over an hour, changing outfits twice before finally settling in the silver gown hugging every curve of her body.I don't bother looking up from my phone."Kristian York."The answer earns a quiet hiss from her. "Oh."The room falls silent again, broken only by the soft click of her jewelry and the faint tapping of my thumb against my screen.Kristian is opening K.Y. Grande tonight—his newest luxury club and the most anticipated grand opening of the year. Half the city's elite will be there, and everyone would actually expect to see the same thing—the Dunes Boss, arriving with his fiancée on his arm.Instead, I've chosen Rosella, though I still can't explain why.I slip my phone back into my pocket, hoping Zee has already delivered my orders to Rosella. By now, she should

Rosella's POVThe glass elevator doors slide open with a soft chime. We step inside, and the doors glide shut behind us. As the elevator begins its silent ascent, my thoughts refuse to settle.Why is Blake being so protective of me?He actually hit Tino again, because of me.I can't make sense of it.Everything about him confuses me—one moment, he's terrifying enough to make my blood run cold. Next, he's standing between me and danger like it's the most natural thing in the world.I lower my gaze, trying to ignore the man Blake called Kris standing across from me. He's tall, dressed in an expensive black suit tailored to perfection. His sharp jaw and quiet confidence speak of the kind of wealth most people could only dream of. Yet, unlike Blake, there's no suffocating cruelty or menace hanging around him.Beside me, Roman stands silently, his broad frame taking up most of the space. The only sound is the faint hum of the elevator as it carries us upwards."Do you really know Santino?"