Forbidden Touch
When Luna, a gifted but struggling artist, receives a mysterious commission to paint for a powerful art patron, she’s drawn into the opulent world of Alejandro Moreau — a dangerously seductive billionaire with secrets buried beneath his charm. From the moment they meet, their connection is electric, tangled in erotic tension and forbidden longing.
As Luna explores her art and her desires, Alejandro pulls her deeper into his world with sensual games and emotional manipulation. But their passion comes at a price. Alejandro is married — to Isadora, the most dangerous and influential woman in the country. And when Isadora discovers the affair, instead of revenge, she kidnaps Luna… and seduces her.
Now trapped in a twisted triangle of lust and obsession, Luna must navigate power, dominance, and the dangerous pull of both husband and wife. But only one choice will define her future — and her freedom.
In a story brimming with eroticism, betrayal, and psychological control, “Forbidden Touch” explores the cost of desire, and the blurred lines between love, power, and possession.
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Chapter: Chapter 5Alejandro’s POV The air outside her studio was thick with salt and silence, broken only by the steady thud of my shoes against the stone path. I should’ve stayed away. I knew I should have. But ever since Luna undressed before me—slowly, defiantly, like she wanted me to suffer—I hadn’t been able to think of anything else.She was a fucking vision.The way her nipples had pebbled under my gaze. The subtle shift of her thighs, like she was trying to hold something in—desire, maybe, or the ache of anticipation. She painted herself with such erotic grace, it was like she wanted me to watch. And I did. I burned that image into my mind until it tortured me in dreams.I hadn’t touched her then. I’d left her wanting, trembling, aching for more.But tonight?Tonight, I wasn’t leaving without tasting every inch of her.I didn’t knock. I didn’t need to.She was there, in a loose robe that barely held together, barefoot, smelling like turpentine and temptation. Her brush hung in one hand, her mo
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Chapter: Chapter 4Luna’s POV I barely slept the night before.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—Alejandro—leaning against my studio wall, eyes fixed on me, stripping away my defenses one glance at a time. The way he’d said “I want you” wasn’t a seduction. It was a declaration. And worse, it was a challenge which I accepted without thinking twice.I woke up sticky with sweat and something else—need.By 11:00 a.m., I was pacing.What did he mean, watch me paint myself? Did he expect a mirror? A nude? Something figurative or literal? I didn’t ask, and he hadn’t clarified.He wanted me to decide.I pulled on a black crop top and grey cotton shorts, soft and clingy, the kind I used for painting—not for impressing anyone, but I wasn’t going to pretend his presence wouldn’t affect how I stood, or how my breath moved in my chest.At 12:00 on the dot, he knocked.The same rhythm.I opened the door to find him holding two paper bags—one with fresh croissants, the other with coffee in a to-go tray. He didn’
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Chapter: Chapter 3Luna’s POV I was still in bed, hair a tangled mess, when the email came. I had only just woken up a few hours ago but was too lazy to get up from my bed of comfort.Subject: Private Commission Inquiry.Sender: A.M. Córdoba.At first, I thought it was one of those spam. The kind of automated request that ends up offering exposure instead of a paycheck— which I obviously didn’t want. But when I opened the message, my breath caught.It was short. Direct. No flattery. No bullshit.“I was at your show last night. One painting held me longer than any other. You know which one. I’d like to commission a private piece—no gallery, no press. Discretion is important. If you’re open to this, reply with your availability and studio address.—A.M.”There was a number at the bottom.I stared at the screen, my heart thrumming like a second heartbeat between my legs. It was him. The man in the black suit. The one who’d stared at my painting like it whispered something only he could hear.I re-read the
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Chapter: Chapter 2Luna’s POVThe smell of turpentine clung to my skin like guilt I couldn’t wash off.It was 3:17 a.m., and I stood barefoot in my studio, wearing nothing but an oversized, paint-streaked shirt and a pair of underwear I couldn’t remember putting on. My fingers trembled from too much coffee and too little food, hovering just above the last blank canvas. My bank account was a joke. I hadn’t paid my rent. I’d been living off wine, cigarettes, and instant ramen.The final piece for tonight’s show. My chest tightened. I still hadn’t touched it.Twelve hours until the gallery opened, three hours to sunrise. I kept glancing at the clock like the hands might slow down out of mercy, but they didn’t. I was out of time and nearly out of nerves. The anxiety gnawed at my stomach like it had teeth.I dipped the brush into blood-red oil, and without letting myself hesitate, I made the first stroke. Then another. The canvas responded like skin. Each line I drew felt like opening a wound.A mouth. Open i
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Chapter: Chapter 1Heat.Not warmth—heat. It crawled under my skin like fire made flesh. My whole body buzzed, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. The scent filled the room around me like smoke from a candle. Amber light draped the room, soft and gold like sin wrapped in velvet.I couldn’t move. Not because I was scared—because I was bound. My wrists were tied with a scarlet ribbon, silky and lush, secured to the brass frame of the bed. I could pull free if I really wanted to. But I didn’t. I wanted to be kept. I loved the way it made me feel. Controlled. Ravished.I was naked—spread open and trembling.Between my thighs, he knelt like a beast, eyes locked on my cunt, lips inches away. He watched me with hunger—slow, deliberate—like a predator savoring his prey. His fingers gripped my hips like he owned them. Owned me. I watched as his mouth moved closer to my pussy, hot breath ghosting over slick, swollen skin.Then his tongue slid over me. A slow, filthy drag of his tongue from her entranc
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