All Chapters of SIN WITH ME FOR JUST ONE NIGHT: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I woke up the next morning feeling the weight of Felix' arm on top of me. I opened my eyes slightly, diffused sunlight coming in through the cracks of the blinds, casting streaks of light on the wall. To escape from the light, I moved closer to Felix, hiding my face in his chest. When I did that, he adjusted his arm, guiding me to a more comfortable position."You awake?" I asked in a low voice. Something about his breathing and the way he reacted to my movement told me he was."No, I'm sleeping." He said in a groggy voice.I smiled to myself, amused at his early morning dry humor. I wondered for how long he had been awake already, or rather, just barely awake."On Sundays we sleep in, that's the rule." He added, snaking his other arm under me and pulling me in a tight hug. Felix was undeniably hot, but when he acted this way, his sweetness melted me."Oh, is that our new rule?" I asked, drawing circles on his bare chest."No, it's a universal rule." He said, his voice dragging."Now

Alessandro has been walking on eggshells around me, it was surprising because I have never seen him act like that before.He hadn't brought up what happened the day I was shot, whenever I ask about it, he turns the conversation toward my health, and whenever I try to talk about divorce; he completely bails on me, and he runs from the scene.I sighed and looked around the bedroom, being cramped up in here was messing with my sanity. I slowly scooted to the edge of the bed and placed my foot down on the ground.With the help of the nightstand, I stood up slowly and steadily walked to the bathroom. I had started taking a shower by myself and doing little activities by myself. My limbs were slowly getting their strength back but eating was another story. Alessandro force-fed me most of the time, he had hired a nutritionist to prepare a special diet for me, and a physiotherapist, so, my body can get its power back and exercises that improve the blood flow to my legs.After a long hot showe

"Because you are mine..."His smile wavered and he nodded, "Right..." he mumbled under his breath with a disappointing hint in his voice.I swallowed, looking at him as he tried to avoid eye contact with me, "Did I tell you how handsome you look tonight?"That made him smile, "Several times..."I offered him my hand, "Shall we dance?"He placed his hand in mine and I twirled him around, pulling him right into my arms. A little melodic laugh left him as his back met with my front.We moved to the middle of the dancefloor and took our positions. He placed one hand in mine while the other rested over my shoulder. I gripped his hand and pulled him closer to me by his waist.Soft music played through the hall, we let the rhythm control our movement. His steps were immaculate; perfect, and every single movement of his body mesmerized me. He was quite flexible, I know because I have tried every single position on him.I tilted my head to the side, "Where did you learn to dance?"He looked in

Paul, Leah and I laughed at an overly lame joke the President of the Senate had uttered.Paul Salvatore had invited the man into his house for dinner, because of the divorce idea I came up with. He was one of the presidents that Paul knew would help him take down Alessandro.Alessandro was now so dangerous to approach.Apparently in New York City, I was still the missing boy and unidentified driver Marco was still on the list of most wanted criminals. My so-called parents were still looking for me and my name was stamped everywhere, the government officials were on high alert for anyone named Nikolai De Luca.The second I'll set foot in my country again, the first thing the American government will do is cage me in a cell, arrest Marco if in case they identify him and alert my so-called parents hence alerting my psycho husband.Because we all know who those so-called parents work for. The second they'll know, their next stop will be Alessandro, the tornado of darkness.I don't want hi

I woke to the distant rumble of tires grinding against gravel. The truck swayed beneath me, the metallic clatter echoing like distant thunder in my skull. My eyes fluttered open, sticky with exhaustion. The dim, shifting light filtered through tiny cracks in the wooden slats above us. Dust danced in the air, and the sharp tang of fuel and rust invaded my nose.I blinked until the shape in front of me came into focus.Marko.His back was pressed against one of the crates, his hands bound behind him with thick black zip ties. Despite everything, he looked oddly calm , like he was used to this. Like he’d already made peace with whatever came next.I coughed, throat raw and dry. “Marko?” I croaked.He looked up, relief flickering through his eyes. “You’re awake...”My body screamed in protest as I tried to sit up, my arms awkwardly twisted behind me. I hadn’t realized how hard it was to move when your limbs weren’t your own anymore.“Where are we?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Pani