Tempting Sin

Night Visits

Nevaeh leaned against the wall and clutched her heaving chest. She could feel her heart pounding wildly against her palm. What happened just a while ago had completely sobered her up. What was that? Why would Mr. Volkov touch her like that? It felt a little too intimate for professionals. She had heard somewhere that he doesn't like to be touched then how? Was he drunk too? Only that could explain his action. His unexpected move had boggled her mind, her nerves had gone haywire. 

Ignoring the chaos unrolling in the hall, she went straight up to her room. After locking her door, she went into the bathroom to splash some water on her burning face. The scent of his minty breath was etched into the grooves of her brain. His lips were just a breath away from hers. As soon as the thought entered her mind, she raised her eyes to the mirror. The red he had smeared on her lower lip was vibrant. As absurd as it sounded, she could feel its weight on her lips. If he had bent an inch lower, she would have lost her first kiss to him. She splashed the water on her face and whimpered as it was too cold. Cold enough to put a temporary halt to her chain of thoughts. 

No matter how much she tried to not think about the incident, she couldn't help her mind wandering back to it. She debated telling Chloe about it but then thought against it. What if she was indeed overthinking? He might have done it to punish her for invading his personal space. Now that made sense to her as one thing was sure she wasn't going to get near him ever again after this incident. 

After drawing out her own conclusion, she decided to get to work and finish her pending tasks today. Lost in work, she didn't realize how the hours ticked by until a knock on her door broke her concentration. She got down from her bed and opened the door only to find the cook standing in front of her. She had brought her dinner. Nevaeh took it from her with an appreciative smile. Bless her for bringing her dinner to her room. She was feeling too tired to go downstairs for dinner anyway. 

She bolted the door and returned to her bed. After having her dinner, she decided to call it a day as she felt too sleepy to continue further. 

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Droplets of blood trailed after him as he ascended the stairs. The night had moved past midnight with all the occupants snoring in their beds. Sin was coming back from one of his torture chambers after putting an end to a few lives. As he was feeling good today, he allowed his victims an easy death and didn't prolong their torture. Their screams for mercy failed to please him this once. His mind was stuck somewhere else- stuck on someone else. All through the day, he wasn't able to get her out of his head.                   

However, as he gripped the arm of the wooden chair he was sitting on, a splinter pierced into his finger, causing blood to bulge out in beads. He got rid of the splinter but the bleeding didn't stop.

After coming back to his room, he stood in front of the mirror to see her. A smirk played over his mouth as he watched her asleep.

The moonlight streaming through the open window cast a soft glow upon her face. The divine beams danced upon her long lashes, leaving a faint crescent upon her cheeks. He had never been so entranced by the sight of someone sleeping. She slept like an angel, emanating warmth and an aura of tranquility that must envelop her room too. 

The urge to bask in her warmth stirred within him. There was something very compulsive about her body heat. Her warmth had felt like sun rays on a chilly day. It had wrapped around him like a cozy blanket. Even though she had clung to him for protection, his body had responded to her touch. The gentle embrace of her arms felt too strong to break away from.  

Without looking away from her, he slipped off his jacket and sauntered over to the small door. Twisting it open, he transcended into her space without a hint of hesitation which as he had expected felt way warmer than his own.