SINFUL ATTRACTION CHAPTER 3&4

♠️🌺𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍🌺♠️
[𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲]

𝐁𝐲, 𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝🩵

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 3&4
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Ixora’s back hit the soft mattress with a quiet thud. The strange room spun for a second before her senses locked onto him.

This was one of Sin’s friend’s clubhouses — obviously their hangout room.

Sin was on top of her in an instant. His powerful body caged hers. Their eyes locked in a sharp, electric stare that made her stomach twist with a dangerous mix of fear and raw need.

His words echoed in her head again:

“My babies.”

So soon. So possessive.

She remembered overhearing Gwen complain to Adeline that Sin always refused to touch her Brë@šts, saying they were too small.

Yet here he was, already fixated on her fuller, softer curves. His gaze darkened with a hunger that felt almost wild.

It was intoxicating. Terrifying. Addictive.

Sin Summer never went back on his word. If she’d been lacking, he wouldn’t have spared her for real. But she wasn’t lacking. Thank goodness.

His lips closed over her right N?pplë without warning.

At first, it was teasing — a slow, deliberate lick of his warm tongue that sent sparks racing across her skin.

Ixora’s breath hitched.

Then he sucked, deep and slow, pulling her sensitive peak into the heat of his mouth like he was savoring something precious.

Pleasure bloomed low in her belly, warm and liquid. Her fingers slid into his soft, silky hair, and she gripped tighter as her pu$$¥ clenched involuntarily, already aching and wet.

God, this man.

Her first real time.

Beyond stolen kisses with Aiden, they had never crossed this line.

She had never let him. Aiden had begged many times, but fear had always held her back.

Now, with her stepsister’s fiancé claiming her body, that fear had burned away into something darker, sweeter, more addictive. She was willing and desperate.

“Mmm…” Ixora bit her lip hard to stifle the Mõ@n trying to spill out as Sin’s teeth grazed her N?pplë — hard enough to sting, sweet enough to make her arch.

His other hand squeezed her left Brë@št possessively, fingers pinching and rolling the N?pplë with just the right pressure — cold dominance mixed with heat.

She could hear his own low, hungry groans vibrating against her skin as he devoured her like a starved man.

He pulled her N?pplë between his teeth, tugging playfully before releasing it with a wet pop, then switched sides.

The abandoned Brë@št throbbed with sweet soreness, but he gave the second the same relentless attention — sucking, biting, kneading — treating them like cherished treasures he refused to neglect.

Ixora cried out sharply. Her back bowed off the bed. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist as waves of overwhelming pleasure crashed through her.

The sweet-bitter edge of pain and ecstasy made her shake uncontrollably. She was soaked. Her thighs were slick. Her pu$$¥ pulsed with empty need.

Sin spanked one Brë@št lightly, watching it bounce, then the other, before diving back in.

Ixora screamed when his teeth sank harder on both N?pplës in quick succession. The sting bloomed into fire.

Tears pricked her eyes, but she pushed her chest closer, greedy for more.

When he finally pulled back, their eyes met again. His were dark pools of insane hunger, now mixed with raw amusement and something softer — almost tender happiness.

Hers were glassy with unshed tears, cheeks flushed. Their heavy breathing mingled, hot and ragged.

“Thank you for introducing me to my babies,” Sin groaned, voice rough with lust.

He squeezed both Brë@šts again, spanking them playfully, watching her lips part on a gasp.

“I love them.” He kept kneading, bouncing them in his palms, eyes locked on her face as pleasure built until she was dripping shamelessly onto the sheets. The scent of her arousal thick in the air.

Another 0rg@zm hovered just out of reach, teasing her.

His mouth moved to her face — licking her jaw, biting her earlobe, tongue tracing her throat.

Ixora’s eyes widened, and she instinctively held him back for a second. Sin frowned, a flicker of impatience crossing his face.

“Please… don’t leave any marks on my visible parts,” she whispered, voice trembling.

“But I can mark the hidden ones?” His smirk was pure sin, dark and knowing.

Ixora nodded slowly, biting her lip, embarrassment heating her face.

Sin’s smirk widened. “Trying to hide what a badass you really are, huh?” He taunted softly, but there was affection beneath the edge — toxic, possessive affection that made her heart race.

She looked away, cheeks burning.

He shook his head, almost fondly, and continued.

No more teeth on her neck, but the strong suction of his lips was devastating — pulling blood to the surface in hidden spots, marking her as his.

Ixora Mõ@ned loudly, hands roaming his back, fisting his shirt as cold shivers raced down her spine.

He sucked hard on a sensitive spot below her ear, then moved lower, leaving a trail of blooming marks across her chest and waist. By the time he reached her hips, he inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut at the scent of her dripping pu$$¥.

“Fuçk…” he muttered darkly, yanking her P@ntiës down and tossing them aside.

Ixora’s face burned crimson as he spread her thighs wide, staring directly at her glistening pînk følds.

The way he looked at her like she was a feast made her pu$$¥ clench and leak more shamelessly onto the bed.

Sin bit his lip hard, transfixed.

He had been with many women before, but none had driven him this wild. This girl — his destiny, hidden right under his nose — had finally claimed him.

He leaned in and licked her slowly, tasting her. For the first time, he was worshiping a girl…

He had never done this for anyone. But for her… this addictive, innocent, clean little thing… he couldn’t resist.

His tongue th-ru_st inside her, curling and flicking, then pulled out to Fuçk her properly with it.

Ixora whimpered, hips bucking wildly.

He traced her slit, sucked her swollen çlit, then bit gently.

Her body jerked violently. Her legs wrapped around his neck as tears spilled from her eyes.

“Ahh… Sin…” she cried, fingers tangling in her own hair as he did it over and over again.

Sin gripped her thighs, pressing them down back, spreading her wider than before as he devoured her faster, deeper.

Ixora forgot how to breathe. She ground against his face greedily, lost in the overwhelming pleasure twisting tighter and tighter in her core.

Something was building — intense, terrifying, beautiful.

She didn’t know what it was. She had never read about it, never watched it. She just felt it consuming her.

Sin sensed it immediately. She’s coming.

He rolled his tongue inside her, then focused on her çlit.

Ixora shattered. She came hard, hot and gushing against his face, body convulsing in ecstasy.

She froze afterward, trembling, horrified.

Pee? She’d peed on him. He’s going to h@të her.

But Sin looked up, her juices glistening on his lips and chin, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.

The sight stole her breath. He crawled over her.

“I’m so sorry — I didn’t mean to pee, I swear—” she rushed out, pouting.

Sin froze, then chuckled lowly, shaking his head in disbelief.

“It’s not pee, dumbface. It’s your 0rg@zm.” His voice was surprisingly gentle, almost loving. “The most beautiful thing you’ll ever give me.”

Ixora blinked, processing it.

He leaned closer. “Now… lick it off my face.”

Her heart stuttered. “Huh?”

“I’m your teacher now. You’re my eager student. So do as I said.” His tone left no room for argument, laced with that toxic dominance she was already craving.

She obeyed, leaning up to lick her own release from his skin — salty, musky, strangely addictive.

Their eyes stayed locked.

“Good girl,” he praised, kissing her deeply, sharing her taste.

Ixora clung to him, breathless, hugging him like she’d drown without him.

Suddenly, Sin groaned and pulled away, standing. “Get down.”

Her heart plummeted. Was he done? Sending her away?

“Aren’t we… doing more?” The courage surprised even her.

Sin’s eyes flashed. “You think I Fuçk like some lazy guy? Get here. I’m losing control.” He undid his belt.

Ixora scrambled off the bed. He spun her around, bending her over, @$$ presented. She gripped the edge of the bed, swallowing hard.

Her @$$ was very big. Sin almost froze.

Three hard, stinging spanks landed on them, making her gasp — pain blooming into heat.

“Your father is insane for hiding you and giving me that Bîtch instead,” Sin growled, spanking her again, rubbing his thick, hard ÇOçk against her soaked folds. “Look at this @$$… so Fuçking perfect.”

Ixora’s thoughts about Gwen barely had time to surface before Sin gripped her hips bruisingly and th-ru_st into her from behind in one relentless motion.

His thick ÇOçk stretched her tight walls mercilessly, forcing her heat to open around him.

“Gawd!” She screamed sharply, “Ahhh!! Sin — it’s too big! It hurts!”

Her fingers clawed at the bedsheets, body jerking forward as pain exploded through her core.

He was only halfway in, yet she already felt impossibly full. Her pu$$¥ fluttered and clenched around the invading thickness.

She shook her head. “Take it out, please…”

But Sin only groaned deeply, a guttural sound that vibrated through his chest.

“Fuuuck… so goddamn tight. Like you were made just for me.” He spanked her @$$ hard again as he pushed deeper, inch by agonizing inch.

Ixora sobbed, tears soaking the sheet beneath her cheek, legs trembling violently. “No… please, take it out… I can’t—”

But he didn’t stop.

With a powerful snap of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt, bottoming out against her cërvjx.

“SIN!!” Ixora’s scream tore from her throat — her walls spasming wildly around his ÇOçk. A mix of blood and her slick arousal coated him as he claimed her completely.

The burn was intense, stretching her to her limit, yet beneath the pain something darker and sweeter began to stir.

Sin leaned over her back, his clothed chest pressing against her naked skin, lips brushing her ear as he licked the shell slowly.

This was also his first time to took a girl V. A real him, when you’re a V, you’re out immediately. Because to him, it would be a waste of time.

But to this little dumbface… everything seem to had changed. That rule of his doesn’t exist to her.

“Shh, dumbface. Breathe for me. It’ll feel good soon… I promise. You’re taking me so well already.” His voice was rough with restraint, toxic possession dripping from every word, but there was a thread of unexpected tenderness that made Ixora’s heart clench.

He stayed buried deep, grinding slowly, letting her adjust while his hands roamed — squeezing her Brë@šts from behind, pinching her N?pplës until she whimpered.

Gradually, the pain ebbed into a deep, throbbing fullness.

Ixora’s sobs turned into shaky gasps, then needy Mõ@ns as he began to move — slow, deep drags of his ÇOçk that rubbed against every sensitive spot inside her.

“Oh… oh god… Sin…” she Mõ@ned, pushing back instinctively.

The wet, obscene sounds of her pu$$¥ sucking him in filled the room, mixing with his low, hungry groans.

Sin’s pace quickened, slamming into her harder.

“That’s it… Fuçk, listen to how wet you are for me.” Each th-ru_st sent shockwaves through her body.

He fisted her hair, yanking her head back so their eyes could meet sideways — hers glassy with tears and overwhelming pleasure, his dark with raw dominance and something deeper, almost reverent.

“So Fuçking perfect!” He punctuated the words with brutal th-ru_sts, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind her eyes.

“Ahh! Sin — yes! There — Fuçk!” Ixora screamed, her voice breaking into desperate cries.

Pleasure built like a storm, twisting tighter in her belly. Her @$$ rippled with every impact, his hips slapping loudly against her.

Sin groaned loudly, almost animalistic. “So perfect… so Fuçking tight and hot. Gripping me like you never want me to leave.”

He Fuçked her relentlessly in that position — deep, rough, possessive strokes that had her Mõ@ning and screaming without control.

“Sin… please… ahhh! Harder!” The words spilled from her without thought as addictive need took over.

She was lost in him, in the toxic thrill of betraying everything for this man who was ruining her so beautifully.

When her legs threatened to give out, Sin pulled out suddenly, making her whimper at the emptiness.

He flipped her onto her back with ease, throwing her legs over his shoulders and folding her in half.

Their eyes locked as he th-ru_st back in — deeper now, the new angle letting him grind against her cërvjx with every stroke.

“Sin!!! Oh my god — it’s so deep!” Ixora’s scream was louder, rawer.

He groaned, long and low, sweat beading on his forehead as he pounded into her.

“Look at me while I Fuçk you, dumbface. Watch what you do to me.”

Their bodies moved together in a frantic rhythm — skin slapping, her Brë@šts bouncing with every powerful th-ru_st, his ÇOçk disappearing completely into her soaked pu$$¥ only to drag out glistening with her cream.

Ixora’s nails raked down his clothed back, desperate for more connection.

“Sin… I’m — ahh! I feel it again… please don’t stop!”

Her Mõ@ns turned into sobs of ecstasy as another 0rg@zm built fast and violent.

Sin leaned down, capturing her mouth in a messy, devouring kiss, swallowing her screams as he Fuçked her even harder, hips snapping with punishing force.

“Come for me again. Let me feel you milk my ÇOçk.”

Come? What was that again?

“S..in..” She shattered with a broken wail — her walls convulsing wildly around him, gushing hotly as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

His th-ru_sts grew erratic, deeper, more desperate. “Fuçk — dumbface… I’m gonna fill you up. Take every drop like the good girl you are.” Sin growled into her mouth as he chased his own release.

“Fuçk!!”

With a final, brutal th-ru_st and a deep, guttural groan that seemed torn from his soul, he came hard, flooding her depths with thick, hot spurts of cvm.

He kept grinding through it, prolonging the intimacy, pressing his forehead to hers as their breaths mingled.

Ixora trembled beneath him, overstimulated and utterly spent. Tears of overwhelming emotion slipped down her cheeks. The feeling of him pulsing inside her, claiming her so completely, felt romantic and devastatingly toxic all at once.

She passed out moments later, body limp and marked, pu$$¥ still clenching weakly around his softening ÇOçk as he stayed buried deep, unwilling to pull out just yet.

Sin stared down at her peaceful, ruined face, chest heaving. A dark, addictive satisfaction settled in his bones.

He’d never come inside anyone before. Never wanted to. But with her… he was already addicted. And he wasn’t letting her go.

★

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

Harrison removed his glasses slowly and placed them beside the file in front of him before shutting it close with a quiet thud.

A tired sigh left his lips.

He rubbed his eyes, leaned back for a second, then stretched his stiff arms, exhaustion weighing heavily on his face.

That was when Kiara stormed into the study.

Her slippers slapping sharply against the floor, anger practically pouring out of her as she folded her arms tightly across her chest.

“Honey, you won’t believe what I’m about to say,” she muttered furiously.

Harrison let out another sigh immediately, already irritated before she could even continue.

“And what’s that?” he asked flatly, standing up without sparing her a glance.

“That Bîtch daughter of yours still hadn’t returned. Her phone isn’t even going through,” Kiara snapped.

Harrison finally looked at her.

“And?” he asked, sounding almost bored.

Kiara stared at him in disbelief.

“Like seriously, Harrison?” she scoffed. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to support her again.”

He exhaled slowly, clearly losing patience.

“So what exactly do you want me to do about it?” he muttered.

Kiara’s face hardened instantly.

“That girl is a Bîtch just like her mother,” she spat venomously. “She’s probably somewhere spreading her legs for some dirty street boy. No decent man would ever go near someone like her.”

Harrison’s jaw tightened.

Without saying another word, he turned and started walking away.

That only made Kiara snap harder.

Her eyes widened angrily as she rushed after him, grabbing his arm and forcefully turning him back around.

“I just said something important and you think you can walk away from me, Harrison?!” she yelled.

Her chest rose and fell heavily.

“Because of that stupid girl’s disappearance, I had to stress myself for the first time since I married you just to cook!” she snapped bitterly. “And all of you sat there eating like it was nothing while I’m suffering, and now you’re walking away from me?”

Harrison crossed his arms slowly.

“What’s the big deal?” he asked coldly. “Didn’t we all sit and eat whenever Ixora cooked too?”

“Honey!” Kiara screamed, her voice cracking from anger.

Her whole body shook violently.

Harrison turned again, clearly done with the conversation, but Kiara grabbed him once more.

And this time—He raised his hand.

Just slightly.

Just enough.

Enough for her to see the anger in it.
Enough to know he truly intended to hit her.

Kiara froze instantly.

Her breath caught.

He had never raised his hand at her before.

Never.

And now… because of Ixora?

Harrison’s eyes burned dangerously as he clenched his fist tightly, forcing himself to stop before his hand could actually land on her face.

Slowly, he lowered it back down.

Kiara swallowed hard.

For the first time in years, fear flickered through her anger.

“Don’t you ever bother me with useless matters again,” Harrison said darkly. “Because next time, I won’t stop myself. I swear to you, Kiara… I will hit you.”

Kiara’s fists tightened so hard her nails dug painfully into her palms.

She stared at him with trembling eyes, hurt and fury crashing together inside her chest.

“And another thing,” Harrison continued coldly. “You married me. Not Ixora. Those chores were supposed to be yours from the beginning, so don’t mistake my silence for stupidity. I know exactly what I’ve been doing by keeping quiet all these years.”

That one hit deeper than the threat.

Kiara’s eyes instantly burned with tears.

Not from guilt, humiliation, but from rage.

“And wh@tëver Ixora decides to do with her life is none of our business,” he added sharply. “Just like your own daughters.”

He shot her one final glare before walking away angrily.

Kiara stood there motionless.

Then a dry, bitter laugh escaped her lips as tears rolled freely down her cheeks.

Her fists clenched even tighter.

Because honestly?

The thing that hurt her the most wasn’t even Ixora.

It wasn’t Harrison raising his hand at her.

It was the fact that she had been forced to cook tonight.

That alone burned her pride beyond words.

Her face twisted with hatred as she stared toward the stairs.

“I’m not going to spare you tomorrow morning if you dare step foot into this house, Ixora,” she whispered bitterly.

“I promise.”

★

𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌

Gwen paced around the room restlessly, her fingers trembling badly as she dialed Sin’s number again and again.

Still unreachable.

A frustrated hiss escaped her lips before she threw the phone onto the bed harshly.

This was already the 30 call.

Not to mention the countless texts she had sent him.

Nothing.

No reply.
No cold response.
Not even a single insult for disturbing him too much.

Usually, even when Sin was irritated, he would still text back eventually just to complain about her blowing up his phone.

But now?

Nothing at all.

And the unreachable tone only made the panic worse.

She had even gone to his mansion earlier, hoping maybe he was there ignoring her on purpose.

But he wasn’t.

She had asked his stupid friends too.

The only slightly sensible one, Theo, claimed he had no idea where Sin was, while the other two idiots only laughed and teased her instead.

Gwen bit down anxiously on her lower lip.

Was he okay?

What if something had happened to him?

But then another thought crawled into her mind immediately after.

What if he was with another woman again?

Her chest tightened painfully.

She turned the engagement ring around her finger nervously as she continued pacing across the room, her slippers slapping the floor heavily with every step.

Adeline finally sighed from the bed before sitting upright.

“Would you calm down already?” she muttered tiredly. “Sin isn’t a child. He’ll be fine.”

Gwen turned toward her instantly, eyes glossy with unshed tears.

“I can’t help it, Adeline,” she whispered shakily. “I’m really worried about my man.”

Adeline dragged a hand roughly through her hair.

Honestly, she had planned to have a peaceful night after finally spending time with one of her side chicks earlier.

But clearly, peace was no longer an option tonight.

With another tired sigh, she pushed herself off the bed and walked toward Gwen before pulling her into a lazy hug.

Mostly because if Gwen kept stomping around the room like this, sleep would become impossible.

“Adeline…” Gwen’s voice cracked softly against her chest. “What if Sin is busy cheating on me again?”

Adeline closed her eyes briefly.

“He could be busy with something else,” she said calmly. “Don’t think too much about it.”

Then she pulled back slightly and looked at her.

“No one can steal Sin from you. He’s yours.”

Gwen nodded immediately and hugged her tighter at those words.

Yes. Sin is hers.

Adeline only sighed quietly, already exhausted.

★

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.
𝐒𝐈𝐍’𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀

A soft groan escaped Ixora’s lips as she slowly stirred awake, her eyes still tightly shut while exhaustion clung stubbornly to every part of her body.

Yet strangely, despite the heaviness wrapped around her, she felt comfortable. Too comfortable.

The softness beneath her body, the cool air brushing gently against her skin, and the peaceful silence surrounding the room all felt unfamiliar in the most way possible.

For a few long moments, her mind remained blank and blurry, like her thoughts were still trapped somewhere between sleep and reality.

But despite the fatigue weighing down her body, there was also something else sitting deep inside her chest.

Relief.

A strange thrilling lightness, like something painful had finally been lifted away from her.

Slowly, the memories started returning.

Memories of Adeline and Aiden on that bed flashed briefly through her mind, making her brows furrow weakly, but the thoughts disappeared almost immediately as another memory crashed into her far more strongly.

Last night. Sin.

Her breath caught softly as her thighs pressed together instinctively, heat rushing through her body again the moment everything that happened between her and Sin replayed vividly inside her head.

Gawd.

She could still feel him everywhere.

Every touch, every kiss, every place his hands had explored so shamelessly the night before still lingered beneath her skin so vividly that her heart started beating wildly all over again.

Even now, it still felt like his presence remained wrapped around her body.

And the worst part?

It felt so good, dangerously good.

The kind of pleasure that stayed behind long after everything ended. The kind that quietly tempted someone into wanting more without even realizing it.

A shaky breath slipped from her lips as she slowly accepted the truth.

She was no longer innocent.

Honestly, maybe it wasn’t even such a shocking thing anymore. She was already twenty-five, almost twenty-six, so losing it wasn’t some impossible tragedy.

But still…

She never imagined Sin would be the man to take it from her.

A soft smile tugged unconsciously at her lips before she slowly opened her eyes.

The ceiling above her looked different immediately.

Not the one from the club room last night.

Her heartbeat skipped softly as her gaze drifted around the room slowly before realization settled fully into her chest.

His room.

Everything about the space screamed Sin instantly. The dark expensive designs, the masculine elegance, the quiet luxury mixed with coldness somehow still managed to feel warm and strangely comforting at the same time.

Sin brought her to his place?

Her eyes widened slightly at the thought as she suddenly remembered Gwen constantly complaining about how Sin had never once taken her to his villa before. Gwen didn’t even know where the place was.

And now, she was here.

A small smile slowly found its way onto her lips again before another thought entered her head almost immediately, making her cheeks burn instantly.

Where was he?

Thank goodness he wasn’t here right now because she would literally die from embarrassment if she had to face him after everything they did last night.

Her face heated even more at the memory.

Last night had been so—

God.

Another smile escaped her before she could stop it, and somehow she kept smiling like a fool despite herself.

Why exactly was she smiling this much?

That was still her stepsister’s fiancé.

Jeez.

Ixora quickly pushed herself upright before roughly brushing her fingers through her messy hair, but the movement made her suddenly freeze as her gaze slowly dropped to herself.

She was wearing one of his white jerseys.

Clean too.

Her brows lifted slightly as realization settled into her chest. He had bathed her, changed her clothes, and taken care of everything while she slept.

Her face turned even hotter immediately.

Honestly, she didn’t even know what to think anymore.

Everything felt too confusing.
Too overwhelming.
Too strangely comforting.

Her gaze wandered around the room again, taking in the modern elegance surrounding her. The room was huge, expensive in a quiet tasteful way, while the curtains had already been opened slightly, allowing the cool morning breeze drift peacefully into the room.

Ixora slowly shut her eyes again and inhaled deeply.

A small smile touched her lips once more.

A morning without waking up at 4 a.m.

A morning without rushing around doing chores alone.

Without insults.

Without screams.

Without violence waiting for her.

For once, she woke up peacefully.

For once, she could actually breathe properly.

And maybe for the very first time since she was born, she finally understood what freedom felt like.

The smile on her lips softened deeply as she remained there quietly for a few more seconds, simply breathing in the morning air like someone finally learning what peace truly felt like.

Eventually, her eyes opened again and drifted toward the couch nearby where her dress from last night had been folded neatly.

He brought it along too?

Warmth spread quietly through her chest at the thought before her eyes moved toward the small table nearby where her shoes rested carefully.

Clean too.

Her throat tightened slightly before her gaze slowly shifted toward the large mirror standing across the room.

And the moment she saw herself, she froze.

Her eyes widened softly as she stared at her reflection.

She looked beautiful.

Not just physically.

Different.

There was something softer about her face this morning. Something glowing quietly beneath her eyes that she had never seen before.

And the moment memories from last night flashed through her mind again, that helpless smile returned immediately.

But very slowly…

The smile faded.

Because reality returned too.

Her chest tightened painfully as guilt slowly crawled back into her.

No matter how badly Gwen treated her, she was still her stepsister.

Still family.

How could she sleep with her sister’s man?

How could two sisters end up sharing the same man?

People would call it disgusting.

A taboo.

And honestly, they wouldn’t even be wrong.

Adeline’s situation had been different because Aiden was the betrayer there. Adeline never knew she was dating him.

But this?

This was completely different.

Gwen wore Sin’s ring openly.

Ixora bit down hard on her lip as guilt settled even deeper inside her chest.

No.

This needed to stop immediately before things went too far.

Last night was already wrong enough. It should remained a wrong one nightstand.

She needed to leave before Sin returned.

Immediately.

But then another terrifying thought suddenly entered her mind.

Kiara.

Her face paled slightly as she realized she still had no idea what excuse she was supposed to give for not coming home last night.

Kiara would definitely be furious by now.

No, furious wasn’t even enough.

The punishment waiting for her would probably be horrible.

Ixora lowered her gaze weakly, silently cursing herself for being so stupid before slowly dragging herself toward the edge of the bed.

The moment her feet slipped into the slippers resting carefully on the marble floor and she stood up, she froze instantly.

“d@mn…” she whispered under her breath as pain shot sharply through her legs immediately.

Was it always supposed to hurt this much afterward?

Or was it just because it was Sin?

Her face burned deeply as she bit her lower lip and forced herself forward slowly, her legs slightly apart while she winced softly with every painful step.

Eventually, she reached for her oversized gown and changed into it quietly before slowly stepping out of the room. Her shoes in her hands. This was sneaking out.

Hopefully, she would find Sin downstairs quickly and leave before things became awkward between them.

But the moment she descended the stairs, the rich aroma of food drifted straight toward her from the kitchen.

Ixora swallowed hard instantly as her stomach tightened softly beneath her palm.

Sin was cooking?

For her?

The thought alone made her chest flutter dangerously.

For one brief second, she almost turned toward the kitchen.

But no.

That would only make everything worse.

She needed to avoid him from now on.

Completely.

Slowly shaking her head, she turned toward the front door instead, her movements becoming quieter immediately as she approached the door carefully before reaching for the handle softly.

“What exactly are you sneaking away from, dumbface?”

Sin’s deep voice suddenly came from behind her.

Ixora flinched violently, the shoes slipping straight from her hands as she spun around with widened eyes.

There he was.

Standing near the kitchen entrance with a tray resting calmly in his hands while his expression remained cold and unreadable as always.

Ixora swallowed hard.

Sin walked toward the dining table first before placing the tray down slowly, then he started walking toward her.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Each step landed heavily against her chest in the most dangerously calm way possible.

She couldn’t move.

Couldn’t breathe.

Before she could even think properly, he closed the distance completely and trapped her against the door, making her breath hitch instantly as his hard chest pressed firmly against hers, crushing lightly against her sensitive Brë@šts in a way that sent violent shivers racing down her spine.

Their eyes locked immediately.

And suddenly the entire room felt too small.

Too hot and too intense.

Ixora swallowed again, her throat painfully dry as her fingers curled nervously beside her body while Sin stared directly into her eyes.

“How dare you think you can run away from me after I already claimed every part of you?” he growled deeply, his voice low and powerful enough to make her knees weaken instantly.

Ixora froze completely beneath him as his dark eyes slowly dropped to her chest before lifting back to her face again.

“And now you’re trying to leave with my babies too?”

His hand wrapped firmly around her jaw, not soft enough to comfort her yet not rough enough to hurt either. Just enough pressure to make her tremble beneath him.

“The next time you try pulling something like this with me,” he said quietly while dragging her face closer until their breaths collided dangerously between them, “I’m arresting you for theft.”

Ixora blinked in confusion.

“H-Huh…?”

A dark smirk slowly curved against Sin’s lips as his thumb brushed lightly against her lower lip.

“For stealing something that belongs to me.”

His gaze darkened dangerously.

“Your body. Now Mine.”

Ixora stopped breathing.
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