All Chapters of Sinful Desires: Fatal bonds: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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CHAPTER 51— A chance to apologise

I told myself I was going to apologize, the hurt I felt in my soul watching them walk away from me due to my stupid pride and choice to prove something that was already obvious. I had to apologize. If it's the last thing I do. I wouldn't plan the conversation. I told myself I’d bring it up casually. Over dinner. Between my father’s news commentary and my mother asking whether I’d eaten properly at school. Slip it in like it didn’t matter. It mattered. “I need to stay at the hostel for a week,” I said, staring at my rice like it had personally betrayed me. I wanted to be close to them, walk with them, catch them after classes in the stead of being pressured by honks from my personal driver. Silence. My father lowered his spoon slowly. “Hostel?” “It’s for the competition,” I added quickly. “The international one. We need extra training sessions. Late practices. Early rehearsals. It’s just easier if I stay on campus.” That part wasn’t a lie. The competition was real.

CHAPTER 52— Passion

Seraphiel shouldn’t have left. That thought came to me twice. Once when he grabbed his wallet and said, “I’ll get dinner. You two look like you’re about to debate philosophy or kill each other.” I finally decided to apologize about the Valentina incident but rather than acceptance, it made Aldric riled up. I could see the yearning in his eyes. He said I betrayed him once with Seraphiel and doing it again with Valentina got him so heartbroken he couldn't find words to say. What did I do to hurt him so terribly? I was speechless, and to break the tension, Seraphiel decided to leave rather than be eaten alive by Aldric. And again when the door shut behind him. The room went quiet in a way that felt deliberate. Aldric was at his desk. I was on my bed, pretending to scroll through notes. The air between us felt thinner without Seraphiel’s constant movement and commentary. He filled space easily. Without him, everything felt exposed. “Did you need something?” I asked withou

CHAPTER 53— Passion (2)

The air changed the moment Seraphiel understood. He didn’t shout. Didn’t drop the food. He just looked at Aldric. Then at me. Then back at Aldric. And something inside him snapped. The shove came out of nowhere. Seraphiel dropped the bags and slammed both hands into Aldric’s chest, hard enough to send him back a step. “You..” His voice shook. Not weak. Furious. “You couldn’t wait?” Aldric barely moved. He straightened slowly, gaze steady, lips curved faintly. That smug look. It was infuriating. “I didn’t force him,” Aldric said calmly. Seraphiel’s jaw tightened. “Shut up.” He looked like he wanted to swing. His fists clenched. His shoulders tensed. Every line of his body screamed restraint stretched to its breaking point. Watching someone kiss the person you.. No. I wasn’t going to finish that thought. Seraphiel stepped forward again. Aldric didn’t step back this time. He looked almost amused. That made it worse. I moved between them immediately. “Stop,” I sn

CHAPTER 54: Passion (3)

I should have known it was a trap the moment Seraphiel smiled too sweetly. I knew shit was about to go down, Aldric never smiles like that. But that tonight, there was something quiet and conspiratorial, and I felt the shift in the air before I understood it. There was some kind of settling awareness that I was about to be fucked, and somehow I wasn't irked, I didn't know how to deal with the aftermath of seeing him tomorrow but I know this is something I want in my soul. Really surprisingly my cock was already twitching under my clothes in anticipation. “You’d look good in it,” Seraphiel murmured, holding up a dress like it was harmless. The deal was to roleplay. Play dress up and seduce them. The dress It was soft. Pale. Almost innocent. But I knew better, the sheer fabric would cling to every curve, outlining my hardening bulge and the swell of my ass. It was a lingerie, looked like a cheongsam lingerie. I looked so fragile in it, I thought catching a sight of myself

CHAPTER 55 — Passion (4)

Aldric stayed inside me longer than necessary. His cock pulsed with lazy aftershocks, still thick enough to keep most of his load locked behind my rim. Every small shift sent another warm trickle sliding down the inside of my thigh, mixing with sweat and the faint lustful scent of cum. He didn’t pull out. He just held me pinned against the mirror, one forearm braced beside my head, the other hand splayed possessively over my lower stomach like he could feel the shape of himself bulging inside me. His breathing was slow. But I could feel the tension coiling in every muscle pressed to my back. Seraphiel hadn’t come in yet, perhaps he was hesitant? I clenched around him on purpose. His hips jerked once, involuntary, shoving another fat spurt of cum deeper. “You look jealous,” I said. “I am.” No denial this time. He finally eased out—slow, deliberate—letting me feel every veined inch drag against my swollen walls. When the fat head popped free, a thick rope of his cum

CHAPTER 56—The Morning Aftermath

The beds had been shoved together sometime in the small hours, three mattresses fused into one sprawling island of wreckage. Sheets twisted like battle flags, pillows scattered, the air still thick with the musk of sweat and cum. All three of us were naked. Clad in our birthday suits. I woke first. My eyes snapped open to dawn leaking through the blinds, and the first thing I registered was the ache. Deep, throbbing, unmistakable. My hole felt raw, swollen, tender, still slick inside from the double load that had been pumped into me hours earlier. Every tiny shift of my hips sent a wet slide of cooled semen trickling out, pooling beneath me on the sheet. My thighs were sticky. My ass cheeks bore faint purple fingerprints from Aldric’s bruising grip and Seraphiel’s desperate clawing. And my cock.. Fuck. It was already hardening. Just from the memory. Just from the obscene awareness of how thoroughly I’d been used. I stared at the ceiling, heart suddenly jackhammering. What the

CHAPTER 57— The frame

I should have gone straight back to the apartment after sending that single “Okay.” But the second I stepped onto campus the shame hit me like a freight train again, heavier than it had been in the sculpture garden. My ass still burned with every step into my boxer-briefs. So instead of turning toward their building I veered left, toward the old east-wing dorms where the official piano room, it was one of the arts I learned, quickly became a master.. the building had been outgrown. I wouldn't wander into the old east school buildings but right now four concrete walls and a dusty piano room felt safer than facing the two men who’d ruined me so thoroughly I couldn’t even look at myself in a mirror without getting hard. The hallway smelled like instant noodles and cheap body spray, perhaps it has been the frequent stop for tyrants and delinquents, the perfect spot when skipping campus classes. I kept my hoodie up, eyes on the floor, ignoring the curious glances. My phone buzze

CHAPTER 58—The cell

My phone had been taken “for evidence,” so I couldn’t even check the time. It felt like hours had passed since the knock on my door, but the clock on the wall said less than forty minutes. The officer, a stocky man with a name tag reading “Elis” had asked the same questions three times already. “She came to your door voluntarily?” “Yes.” “You invited her?” “I thought it was just to talk.” “You touched her?” “No. I only refused her after she said she liked me. Gently. I said no.” He kept writing, pen scratching like it was carving accusations into the paper. Every time he looked up his eyes were flat, professional, but I could feel the judgment underneath. I was the international kid. The scholarship boy. The one who was supposed to be perfect. Now I was the one sitting here while they decided whether to call the real police. The door opened. Another officer leaned in. “His friends are here again, they want to come back inside the interrogation cell. The tall one and the loud

CHAPTER 59— Depression

The days bleed together now, gray and shapeless, like someone turned down the saturation on my entire life. I don’t know exactly when the weight settled in, maybe the first morning I woke up and couldn’t convince my legs to swing over the side of the bed, or the afternoon I sat staring at my locked phone screen until it went dark because the group chats had gone quiet. No more debate memes. No more “practice at 8?” texts. Just silence that presses against my eardrums like water. I mostly stay in the room they set up for me, we all slept together. Aldric hung blackout curtains without saying anything about it, I noticed them the second day and felt something twist in my chest, gratitude, maybe, or shame that I needed them. The bed is too big. The sheets smell like laundry detergent and nothing else. I sleep in pieces: three hours, then wide awake watching the clock tick, second hand going in useless circles. Every time I close my eyes the seven minutes replay. Lila’s hand on my arm. M

CHAPTER 60— Rebuilding?

The apartment felt smaller every day, like the walls were inching closer while I slept. I’d wake up tangled in sheets that weren’t mine, breathing in the faint cedar-and-smoke scent of Seraphiel’s hoodie, and for a split second I’d forget. Then the weight would land, chest first, heavy and cold, and I’d remember exactly why I was here instead of in my dorm, why my phone stayed face-down on the nightstand, why I hadn’t opened my laptop in almost two weeks. Aldric and Seraphiel moved around me like I was made of glass. Not fragile in the dramatic way, more like something that might crack if they breathed too hard. Seraphiel still brought food, still sat on the edge of the bed and pretended to scroll while I stared at the ceiling. Aldric still left notes: “Coffee’s fresh.” “There’s that herbal tea you like in the tin.” I appreciated it. I hated it. Every small kindness felt like proof I didn’t deserve to be here. That afternoon the air changed. I was on the couch, curled into the corn

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