HIS FORBIDDEN OBSESSION

Bella Vale lay naked on her king-sized bed, the cool silk sheets caressing her flushed skin. The bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft glow of her bedside lamp. At nineteen, she was supposed to be the perfect, innocent daughter of Victor Vale — but behind closed doors, she was anything but.Her legs were spread obscenely wide, one hand kneading her full, perky breast while the other worked frantically between her thighs. Two fingers plunged in and out of her dripping pussy with wet, obscene sounds. She was soaked, her arousal coating her fingers and dripping down to the sheets.“Fuck…” she moaned softly, eyes squeezed shut. Her mind filled with the same forbidden image that always pushed her over the edge: Lucian Cross.The 41-year-old billionaire. Her father’s most dangerous enemy. Tall, muscular, commanding — a man who looked at her like he wanted to devour her whole. She imagined his large, rough hand replacing hers, his thick fingers stretching her virgin hole while he growled dir

Bella woke up the next morning in a bed that wasn’t hers, in a house that felt like a luxurious prison. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the guest suite Lucian had assigned her. The room was beautiful — soft grey tones, a massive king bed with silk sheets, a private balcony overlooking the city — but it did nothing to calm the storm inside her.She sat up, pulling the covers to her chest even though she was wearing pajamas. Her mind replayed the night before on an endless loop: Lucian’s mouth on hers, his fingers inside her, the way he’d denied her release and walked away like it was nothing. Her cheeks burned with a mix of shame and lingering arousal.*This is wrong,* she told herself firmly. *He’s my father’s enemy. Twice my age. Dangerous.* She couldn’t let last night happen again. She wouldn’t.A soft knock sounded on the door.“Miss Vale? Breakfast is ready. Mr. Cross is waiting for you in the dining room.”Bella dressed quickly in jeans and a simple swea

The armored SUV glided through the darkened streets like a shark cutting through black water. Bella pressed herself against the door, trying desperately to create distance between her body and Lucian Cross. The city lights outside the tinted windows streaked by in blurs of gold, red, and neon, but she barely registered them. Her mind was a whirlwind of fear, rage, shame, and the lingering ghost of his touch from the night before.Lucian sat beside her like he owned the vehicle, the city, and her. His long legs were spread wide, one arm draped along the back of the seat so that his fingers occasionally brushed her shoulder. Every accidental touch sent unwanted electricity racing across her skin. She hated how aware she was of him — the subtle scent of his expensive cologne, the heat radiating from his powerful body, the way his mere presence filled the entire space and made it hard to breathe.“I still don’t understand why you’re doing this,” she said, breaking the heavy silence for th