Todos los capítulos de Sinful Confessions: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

LYRIC’s POV ‘’Kade Mireno, on your knees! You’re under arrest for drug trafficking and countless other crimes!’’ My voice echoed loudly in the quiet warehouse I watched as the dark silhouette dropped to his knees, his broad shoulders tensing, his hands slowly rising behind his head. The metallic weight of the handcuffs felt cold and heavy in my grip as I stepped forward, the iron links clanging loudly in the silence. Finally. I fucking got you. I stomped over to him, reaching down to grab him by the collar and force his head back. But when he tilted his face up, his features were entirely blank—no eyes, no nose, no mouth. Just a smooth, horrifying void of pale skin. I gasped, taking a quick step back, but before I could process it, the blank skin shifted, melting away like hot wax. In a fraction of a second, the face of the stranger from last night appeared—his sharp jawline, his high cheekbones, and those dark, piercing, lethal eyes staring straight through my soul with

LYRIC POV A high-pitched, shattered gasp ripped from my throat as his heavy palm squeezed my bare ass cheek, his fingers digging into my flesh with ruthless force. My back was pressed flush against his broad, suited chest. The contrast between the cold, crisp silk of his jacket and my completely bare skin underneath his sweatpants sent a violent, electrifying shockwave straight down to my core. ‘’P-Please…’’ I whimpered out, my head falling back onto his shoulder. ‘’You think you can wear my clothes, walk around with no panties, and tell me you’re not interested?’’ he rasped darkly against my ear, his tongue swirling over the sensitive spot right below my lobe. Before I could form a coherent thought, his free hand reached over to the glass table. He grabbed a set of soft, padded leather cuffs attached to a heavy chrome chain. Clink. The sound of metal echoing in the dimly lit room made my heart violently hammer against my ribs. He brought my hands behind my back, wrapping

LYRIC’s POV ‘’I don’t fucking care!’’ I screamed again, the words tearing straight out of my throat, raw and utterly unhinged. Tears of pure, suffocating rage blurred my vision, but I kept the heavy steel cuffs leveled right at his chest. ‘’Hands behind your back. Now!’’ Kade stared at me for a long, agonizing second, his eyes searching my face. Then slowly, almost lazily, he turned around in his heavy leather chair and brought his thick wrists together behind his back. CLINK. The heavy iron teeth locked into place with a sharp, final snap. I had him. The biggest, most elusive crime lord in New York City was officially in hand cuffs. This was my badge back. This was my redemption, my career, my whole damn life handed to me on a silver platter. I should have dragged his ass down the marble staircase, tossed him into the back of a squad car, and called my captain with my head held high. Instead, my knees completely buckled. I didn't march him to the door. My hands we

VINCENT’S POV I closed my laptop and leaned back in my chair. The office was almost completely silent now. Most of the staff had gone home hours ago, leaving only the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional sound of footsteps somewhere down the hallway. I glanced at the manuscript on my desk. Clara’s manuscript. I sighed and rubbed a hand over my face before gathering the papers scattered across my desk. I straightened the folders, closed the files I had left open, and finally shut down my computer. I was ready to leave. Or at least, I thought I was. My mind returned to what had happened earlier. Her falling against me. My hand around her waist. The way she had looked at me when she lifted her eyes. And then, despite knowing better, my gaze had dropped to her lips. Her pink, beautiful, enticing lips. I clenched my jaw. I had no business thinking about it. I grabbed my briefcase and left the office. The elevator doors slid shut, and I caught my reflect

VINCENT’s POV After dropping Clara off at her apartment, I drove home but couldn’t bring myself to go inside. Cynthia’s question was still ringing in my head. Who’s Clara? I rubbed the bridge of my nose and sighed. I still didn’t know what had come over me when I called Clara’s name. Maybe I had been careless. Maybe I had simply let my guard down for too long. Whatever the reason, there was no taking it back now. When Cynthia asked me who Clara was, I told her she was a junior from work, but she didn’t believe me. It led to a heated argument, and eventually, she made me sleep on the couch. The thought of spending another night there was anything but appealing. I stared at the house through the windshield. I knew I had to go inside eventually, but I wasn’t ready to face Cynthia. Not when I could still feel Clara’s presence lingering in my mind. I took a deep breath before stepping out of the car. It wasn’t like sleeping in the car would make things any better. I