Semua Bab Sinful desire : Bab 1 - Bab 5

“Please… don’t stop…”The desperate plea had barely left my lips. Before I could even finish my statement, Matthew had already groaned, shuddered, and finished.A second later, he fell onto my body like a log of wood.The heavy, suffocating weight of my husband crushed the air from my lungs, but it was nothing compared to the weight of the disappointment crushing my soul. I lay there beneath him, staring blankly up at the ceiling, my body aching with a restless, unfulfilled fire. I felt incredibly tired. Exhausted, not from passion, but from the sheer misery of my existence.With a frustrated sigh, I braced my hands against his chest and forcefully pushed him off my body.Matthew grunted, completely unbothered by my frustration. He rolled over, stood up from the velvet mattress, and casually grabbed his trousers from the floor, stepping into them as if he hadn’t just left his wife completely stranded in a desert of dissatisfaction.“Not again,” I muttered, sitting up and pulling the s

I woke up the next morning quite late, my body still feeling the lingering exhaustion of the night before. I dragged myself out of bed and took my bath, letting the warm water wash over me as I tried to clear my head.When I finally got out of the bedroom and stepped into the upper hallway, I saw Matthew sitting on the plush sofa. The heavy, dark atmosphere he always brought into the house immediately settled over me.“Good morning,” I greeted him, keeping my voice soft and obedient.“My son is back from the States,” Matthew said, not bothering to look up at me at first. He adjusted his watch, his tone commanding. “And I will introduce the both of you. Get dressed and meet me downstairs.”“Okay,” I nodded, keeping my emotions completely masked.I went back to my closet and changed into a comfy short gown. It was simple, but it hugged my curves just enough to remind me of the woman I used to be before I became a prisoner in this house.Taking a deep breath, I went down the grand marble

I couldn’t sleep well throughout the night. Every time I closed my eyes, the memory of his large, burning hands on my bare waist would flash behind my eyelids, making my heart race and my skin break into a hot, restless sweat. I tossed and turned against the cold sheets, trapped between the ghost of his voice and the loud, suffocating snores of my husband beside me.By the time I finally drifted off, the sun was already high in the sky. When I woke up, I checked the digital clock on the nightstand. It was already past 11:00 AM.Matthew was long gone, his side of the bed cold, meaning he had already left for the docks to handle his cartel shipments. Relief washed over me, heavy and thick. I dragged my exhausted body out of bed and took my bath, letting the warm, steaming water track down my spine as I tried to wash away the forbidden thoughts that had haunted my dreams.Feeling a sharp ache of hunger, I slipped into a simple sundress and headed downstairs to the kitchen to get somethin