All Chapters of STEEL'S CURVY SIN & SECRETS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SINSteel more or less FUCKED me as if the world was ending and it was his dying night with me on this planet; each thrust creaked the mattress on the floor, headboard thudding against the filthy peeling wall to the rhythm of my incessant cries of mercy for him to continue or to desist-I have no idea but one thing certain was that I was delirious, disoriented, more or less comatose but his hand continued to grip my jaw, forcing me to lock eyes with him even as tears slid out from the corners of my eyes. His other hand dug into my hip, bruising me into sore stillness, anchoring me as if my body was the only thing keeping him alive and sane in this world. “You’ll hate me in the morning,” he rasped, his forehead pressed against mine, sweat dripping onto my lips."This is not morning, you can wait until I hate you—" My gasp caught on the next push, harder and deeper, scraping against a place within me that left my vision cloudy and blurry. "I would probably hate it that I'd love you forev

KNOXThere’s something about watching Steel lose his shit that makes me feel like I’m ten steps behind and twenty years older at the same time.He’s not pacing anymore—he’s prowling. Back and forth across his office like a caged wolf, eyes dark, jaw locked. He’s the kind of man who doesn’t do well with silence, and the clinic’s silence earlier had nearly broken him in half.Now it’s just me and him in the club’s office. He’s got a bottle in his hand, hasn’t touched it, just keeps twisting the cap on and off like it owes him answers.“Are you planning to drink that?” I say finally, leaning against the desk.“I might start now,” he mutters.“Not with the headspace you are in.” I eye him. “Unless you’re trying to finish the job whoever slipped you that cocktail started.”He shoots me a look sharp enough to cut steel. Then he tosses the bottle across the room—it smashes against the wall, whiskey dripping down the plaster.“Steel,” I say, keeping my voice level, “breaking furniture ain’t g

CATALINA Two weeks, two long, chaotic, rumor-filled weeks since the whole “Steel got drugged, Sin saved him and somehow passed out mid-rescue” fiasco and where do I find the infamous Mrs. Boyce slash Mrs. Steel slash The Woman Every Man Apparently Loses His Mind Over?On a damn beach.In a silk wrap dress, the ocean wind tangled through her hair like she’s starring in a perfume commercial that probably paid her enough to buy ten islands and her chin raised in stubbornness. My girl has a lot of skills but the most impressive skill she's got is how she makes money in the most unexpected situations. I take a sip of my iced coffee, squint at her through my sunglasses, and mutter under my breath,“Of course she’d look like a goddess on a workday.”“Catalina!” she calls, waving, all effortless smiles.I strut down the sand, almost twisting my ankle in the process (heels and sand are not friends, by the way), and plop onto the director’s chair next to her.“You’re glowing,” I announce.She

MIKHAIL The sun outside the building was sharp, white, and serene, Sin walked ahead of me, her heels clicking against the pavement like a countdown. Her chin was lifted, her posture perfect, but her hands — her hands trembled when she thought no one was watching.But I was watching. Always.Behind us, the others trickled out — Knox murmuring something to Steel, Catalina scrolling through her phone, the Sheriff exchanging quiet words with Boyce. The meeting had ended, but the tension was still there, heavy and suffocating.“Sin,” I said quietly, walking beside her. “You shouldn’t walk alone.”She shot me a sideways glance. “You sound like Steel.”I smirked. “I take that as an insult.”“It was meant as one.”I laughed under my breath. She was colder than vodka and twice as intoxicating.“You know,” I said lightly, “you could try thanking me for saving your life before your birth.”Her brow arched. “Saving my life? You mean because your father didn’t find me sooner?”“Yes. You’re welcom

KEITHThe interview had gone better than I ever thought possible. Cameras were being shut off, reporters were packing equipment, and Sin—cheerful hurricane that she was—smiled on, unfazed even as she quite clearly wanted to kill the reporter in front of her.I was resting on the wall with my shoulders, half-smiling, half-relieved. "You handled that greatly," I told her as she stepped down from the podium, the heel of her shoes clicking loudly as she walked on."Handled what?" she growled, taking a bottle of water. "The part the reporter asked me how old I was or the part the reporter asked if I was retiring?"I laughed. "You didn't smash the reporter's microphone, so I'd mark that as a win and your shrink can likely give themselves a raise because you behaved so well."She opened one eyebrow and unscrewed the top. "If I ever retire, it'll be because someone eventually wore down my patience.""Then I guess that's never going to happen."She smiled weakly ,I'd known this smile long enou