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That Sinful Touch

That Sinful Touch

kkyearh

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"Why are you looking at me like that?" Xochi's voice trembled. Chris leaned in, his eyes dark. "Because you're mine, whether you like it or not." Thrown into his world, Xochi is trapped between fear and something else-a dangerous, growing attraction to the man who holds all the power. Chris Moreau is cold, untouchable, and merciless. But the closer she gets, the more his control slips, and she realizes he wants her in a way that shakes him to the core. The line between hate and desire blurs. The pull between them is undeniable. The more she resists, the stronger it grows. What happens when their worlds collide, and neither of them is ready for the consequences?

Chapter 1 The Contract

The rain fell in sheets, soft and relentless, as if the sky itself mourned what was about to happen. Each drop struck the windowpane like a quiet warning, a whisper of something dreadful drawing near. Xochi Gerald stood by the cracked glass of their small apartment window, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles in the condensation. The world outside blurred-a mix of headlights, shadows, and reflections drowned in water. The street below looked like it was crying.

Inside, the silence was heavier than the storm. It clung to the peeling walls and frayed curtains like a ghost, filling every corner with dread.

Her twin sisters, Zeenah and Meena, sat curled beneath a faded blanket on the worn-out couch. They whispered to each other, their voices soft and shallow, like children trying to pretend everything was okay. But it wasn't. They knew it. And Xochi knew it, too.

Their father's latest mistake had finally caught up with them. And this time, there would be no hiding, no sweet-talking their way out of it, no miracle to save them at the last second.

"Xochi," Meena whispered, peering at her with wide, pleading eyes. "You should sit."

Xochi didn't move. Her body was stiff, every muscle coiled in quiet tension. Her gaze remained locked on the rain-streaked window, as if hoping the storm could drown out the truth.

Instead, her mind replayed her father's words from earlier that night, slurred and soaked in whiskey: "It's all taken care of. Your uncle... he fixed it."

But Uncle Richard never fixed anything for free. He was a man who measured family in terms of profit and leverage. And her gut twisted with the knowledge that she was the payment this time.

She didn't have to wait long to find out.

A knock echoed through the apartment-soft, deliberate, not urgent but final. The kind of knock that didn't need volume to be menacing. It sent a shiver through the air.

Zeenah went rigid. Meena's hands clutched the blanket tighter, her knuckles white.

Xochi turned slowly, her heart drumming in her chest like war drums. Each step toward the door felt heavier than the last, her legs reluctant to carry her toward what she already knew was waiting.

She opened the door.

A man stood there, tall and straight-backed, dressed in a sharp black suit. His face was unreadable, carved from stone, eyes empty of emotion. He looked like the kind of man who delivered ruin wrapped in formality.

"Miss Gerald?" he asked, voice flat.

"Yes," she said, barely audible.

He extended a slim, wax-sealed envelope, the emblem of Uncle Richard pressed into the red seal like a brand.

"From your uncle," the man said. "You're expected to read and sign."

Xochi stared at the envelope, her stomach twisting into a knot. It felt heavier than it looked. Like it already knew what it contained.

"I'm just a messenger," the man added, as if absolving himself of what came next.

She nodded once and took the envelope with trembling fingers, then slowly shut the door. The apartment seemed darker somehow, the silence even deeper than before.

Meena sat up, panic on her face. "Is that...?"

Xochi nodded.

Zeenah reached for her hand. "Don't open it."

But her fingers were already peeling the seal.

Inside: a note and a contract-immaculately typed, impersonal, cold as ice. Her eyes darted across the words, and though her vision blurred, the meaning hit her like a slap.

Marriage.

To Chris Moreau.

In exchange for the full payment of her father's debts.

It was business. A transaction. A solution.

A sentence.

Uncle Richard had "fixed it," all right. He had cleaned up the mess-by trading her away like property.

She stared at the document in disbelief. Her entire future, boxed neatly in a piece of paper. There was even a date set for the ceremony. Tomorrow.

"Xochi, no," Meena said softly, crawling across the couch toward her.

"What choice do I have?" Xochi asked, voice cracking. She looked up from the paper, her expression scared.

Zeenah stood, fists tightened. "There... There has to be another way zee, you can't just sign your life away."

"There's no one left to help us," Xochi said quietly. "And he already signed me away. Papa... he signed something. I don't even know if he read it."

She let out a parched laughter-one that sounded so different from her usual hearty laughter. "Maybe he didn't care."

The air in the room thickened.

The ticking of the wall clock slowed, each second dragging as if the earth itself was waiting for what was to come next

"I won't let you do this," Zeenah said strongly. "We'll run. We'll figure something out, I know we will. Anything but this." tears welling up in her eyes.

Xochi shook her head. "And then what? We run? until they find us and hurt you both? No. I'm not risking that."

Her hand shook as she reached for a pen on the table.

She stared at the line where her name was meant to go. A blank space waiting to be filled.

In her mind, she could still hear her father's drunken assurance: "It's all taken care of."

No, it wasn't.

With a deep breath, she signed.

The pen moved against the paper, ink sealing her fate little by little. Her name had never looked so final.

She blinked away the tears clouding her eyes.

This was her sacrifice. Her way of buying their future, even if it cost her everything.

"I need you two to be strong," she said, her voice barely holding. "Just for now. Just until I figure something out."

Zeenah looked like she wanted to scream. Meena's eyes shining with unshed tears.

"You're throwing yourself into the fire, you're giving up" Zeenah whispered.

Xochi managed an abstract smile. "Then I'll burn... Quietly. But you'll be safe."

Meena squeezed her hand tightly. "Will you come back?"

Xochi didn't answer right away.

She didn't want to lie, she couldn't.

"I don't know," she whispered.

By morning, the envelope was gone.

And so was Xochi.

An expensive black car waited by the lawn, its engine roaring like a predator ready to devour. A chauffeur held the door open, his eyes hidden beneath the brim of his hat, his posture perfectly still.

"Mademoiselle Xochi," he said in an accent that sounded too polished. "Your husband awaits."

She paused for half a second, then stepped into the car without a word. The door clicked shut behind her .

Rain poured down the tinted windows, turning the city into a mess of light and shadow. Xochi pressed her hand to the glass, her reflection distorted and pale.

With every passing second, she was pulled farther from the only life she had ever known. Her heart ached, heavy with fear and uncertainty. But beneath the layers of fear, something else stirred.

Resolve.

Her new life had a name.

Chris Moreau.

And it would change everything.

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Chapter 2 A Stranger's Mansion

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Chapter 3 Beneath the Surface

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Chapter 4 The Price of Silence

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Chapter 5 Uninvited Guests

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Chapter 6 The Price of Mistakes

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Chapter 7 The Price of Disobedience

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Chapter 8 A Room That Doesn't Let You Breathe.

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Chapter 9 Paper Cuts and Unanswered Questions

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Chapter 10 Chasing Shadows

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Chapter 11 Shadows in the Hallway

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Chapter 12 The Price of Silence

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Chapter 13 The Weight of His Gaze

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Chapter 14 The Quiet Before the Storm

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Chapter 15 The Silence Between Us

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Chapter 16 Paper Ghosts

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Chapter 17 The Sharp End of Quiet

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Chapter 18 Whispers Beneath the Floorboards

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Chapter 19 The Ghost Between Us

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Chapter 20 The Shift

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Chapter 21 The Room She Shouldn't Enter

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Chapter 22 The Coldest Punishment

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Chapter 23 His Kind of Obedience

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Chapter 24 The Price of Defiance

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Chapter 25 Bruises You Can't See

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Chapter 26 Obedience Is a Language

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Chapter 27 The Iron Grip

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Chapter 28 The Game Begins

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Chapter 29 The Collar

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Chapter 30 A Lesson in Loyalty

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Chapter 31 The Sharpest Lesson (continued)

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Chapter 32 Beneath the Skin

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Chapter 33 Arrival

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Chapter 34 Thin Ice

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Chapter 35 Behind the Door

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Chapter 36 Cracks

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Chapter 37 Threshold

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Chapter 38 The Game

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Chapter 39 The Trial

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Chapter 40 The Edge of Softness

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