1 Prologue

Possessiveness; excessive desire to possess or dominate

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"What are you doing?!" I asked when I felt someone tugging my arms away from the crowd and pulling me roughly towards him.

As soon as his face became visible to everyone, the crowd immediately dispersed and I was left panting as he dragged me away, his grip on my hands tight and restraining.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed as he threw me inside his car, my head hitting the other side of the door.

I could feel the back of my head throbbing, but before I could even voice out my pain, I felt his hands harshly grabbing my face, forcing me to look him in the eye.

"Sin,"

"You deliberately disobeyed me," he muttered in between grated teeth. I could see his veins palpitating in anger and his eyes were dark and filled with anger. "I told you not to visit the club anymore! There's no more reason for you to go there! You already have me!"

"I was there with my siblings! I wasn't doing anything wrong by being there, Sin. I was with my family!"

He tightened his grip on my face once more causing me to let out a whimper. But despite my obvious cry of pain, he didn't budge. "People were looking at you, Wit. Lewdly."

"They were stripping you naked. Imagining you wreathing beneath them," he added as he drew his face closer. "You being there is reminding them that you were once grinding those hips for money."

"Sin!"

"The problem seems to be with your family," he grumbled to himself making my eyes widen in horror. I know how he thinks. 

When dark thoughts and doubt invade his mind, he eliminates whatever and whoever it is that brings him worry. 

"Sin," I cried out, begging him to reconsider. 

But it was all too late. His eyes shone with wickedness that I never should have tolerated. Those eyes that darkened with romance before, have now turned dark with obsession. I never should have played with fire. 

I should have stayed away. 

I never should have even considered him as my savior. 

"You're mine, Wit. No one else," he whispered to my ear, unbuttoning my shirt and tracing the line of my chest with his cold hands, moving downwards as he spoke. "And if you can't accept that, well, my name is Sin for a reason." 

Having him in my life is perhaps my greatest sin.