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His Forbidden Obsession: Tempting The Devil I Can't Have

His Forbidden Obsession: Tempting The Devil I Can't Have

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-06-01
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Language: English
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First-Person POV

Steamy

Exclusive Love

Badboy

Possessive

Dominant

Forbidden Love

Love-Triangle

Age Gap

BLURB "Beg for it, Bella," his rasped voice whispered against my ears as his dick rubbed against my thighs. "I want you to f**k me until my tongue knows nothing but your name. Please, Daddy," I begged shamelessly until he finally slipped into me. - The first time I saw him, I understood why people ruin their lives for dicks. He was standing in the sunlight, watching me like he already knew how the story would end. I had a boyfriend. He was my best friend's father. And ninety days should have been easy to survive. Then I opened the wrong door, and after everything burned. Alexander Moreau doesn't touch you first. He studies you, learns you, and makes you feel like the only person in the room. And somewhere between midnight swims and locked doors, I stopped pretending I didn't want him. I'd go through hell and come back friends with the devil if it would mean him sticking his dick inside me again. But houses made of glass don't protect secrets, and by the time summer ended, I had lost my best friend, my relationship, my future, and the version of myself I thought I was. Because falling for Alexander Moreau wasn't the danger. His ex-wife was.

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CHAPTER ONEWHEN FATE HATES YOUISABELLA"You're not coming, are you?"Camille's voice cracked through my phone speaker, equal parts accusation and disappointment. I shifted the device against my ear, staring at the suitcase on my bed. It was half-packed, like my commitment to this trip."Of course I'm coming. The flight's tomorrow.""You've been saying that for three weeks. Every time I call, you're 'definitely coming,' but your suitcase looks like it's been in the same spot since Tuesday."I opened my mouth to argue, then closed it. She wasn't wrong."Julien thinks I shouldn't go.""Julien." She said his name like it was a flavor she'd tried once and hated. "What does Julien think you'll miss? Another dinner where he answers emails under the table? A weekend where he 'accidentally' schedules golf with clients instead of your anniversary?""Camille-""No, listen to me." Her voice softened, losing its edge. "Izzy, when's the last time you did something just for you? Not for him, not f
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CHAPTER TWOCRACKSAll the years I've known Camille, she has adored her father, unlike most daughters. I heard him in almost every conversation, and among the list of the people she loved, he was number one.But I had never met him until that moment he drove into the beach house.Twenty-four hours in this house, and Alexander Moreau existed only in fragments, annoyingly so. A closed door at the end of a hallway, a car that appeared and disappeared, and Camille's casual mentions.Dad's in Nice today.Dad's flying back late.Dad's already left for his run; you just missed him.Just missed him. Like I was keeping track when I wasn't keeping track.Except I absolutely was.Lying in bed at midnight, staring at the ceiling, I couldn't stop my brain from wandering.Did he always look that sinful, or was yesterday a special occasion? Are his eyes that blue, or was he wearing contact lenses? What's the size of his palm compared to mine? What would those lips taste like?Stop it.I grabbed my p
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CHAPTER THREEPLAYING WITH FIREI forgot how to breathe.Alexander Moreau stood three feet away, bare-chested in the moonlight, and my lungs simply stopped working. It was like my lungs had decided oxygen was optional now that he was in the room.His eyes hadn't left mine."Isabella," he said my name again, slower this time. "It's three in the morning.""I know what time it is.""Then what are you doing here?"I should have lied and mumbled something about water and fled back to my room like any sane person would. But my mouth was faster than my brain."I couldn't sleep.""Why?"Because I can't stop thinking about you, and you've invaded my brain like a virus."I just..." I gestured vaguely. "Jet lag. New place. You know how it is.""No." He set down his glass and turned fully toward me. "I don't. Tell me."I crossed my arms over my chest, which only drew his eyes there for half a second before they snapped back to my face."You're staring," I said."So are you."He wasn't wrong. I co
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CHAPTER FOURDANGLING BY A THREADCamille's voice disrupted the whole air, seeping into my ears. "Izzy? Are you up?"I jumped back so fast I slammed into the counter. The pain barely registered; all I could feel was the space between us now.Alexander moved like water, calm and controlled, and by the time Camille's footsteps reached the doorway, he was leaning against the far counter, glass in hand with a perfectly neutral expression."There you are." Camille appeared in the doorway, squinting against the light. Her eyes bounced between us. "What's going on?""I couldn't sleep." My voice came out too high, so I cleared my throat. "Came to get water.""Both of you?""Your father was already here." I forced a laugh. "Scared the hell out of me, actually. Walked in and there he was, all..." I gestured vaguely at his chest, then remembered he'd put on a shirt. Thank God. "You know."Camille's gaze lingered on her father, then she yawned. "This house is huge, and you two manage to pick the
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CHAPTER FIVETHE WRONG WINGISABELLAThree days.Seventy-two hours of pretending I wasn't checking my phone every five minutes.Julien called twice more. Real conversations and not the usual forty-second check-ins. He asked about the house, the weather, and what I'd eaten for dinner.Normal boyfriend things. Things I'd begged for over two years.And all I could think about was a text from an unknown number."I'll be back before you know it. Stay out of trouble."Stay out of trouble.What kind of trouble? The kind where I couldn't stop replaying his voice? The kind where I lie awake at night imagining his hands? The kind where my boyfriend's "I miss you" landed hollow because my heart was already somewhere else?I was already in trouble. Deep trouble.Camille seemed to notice the change in my behavior."You've been weird all week," she said on Tuesday morning, sprawled across my bed while I pretended to read. "Is it Julien? Did he do something again?""No. He's been... good, actually."
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THE LINE THAT SHOULDN’T EXISTISABELLA“You’re in the wrong wing.”His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It carried anyway, steady and controlled, like everything about him. My brain finally rebooted, just enough to remember how humiliation worked. “I…” I swallowed. “I didn’t know.” Brilliant. Absolutely groundbreaking response, Isabella.Alexander moved to pick up another towel from where it was, forgetting the one he used to dry his hair and adjusted it around his waist, not rushed, not flustered. Just… deliberate. Like he had all the time in the world and I was the one out of place. Which, to be fair, I was.“This part of the house is private,” he continued, stepping past me toward the dresser. “Camille should have mentioned that.”“She probably did,” I muttered. “I just… didn’t think I’d end up here.” His reflection caught mine in the mirror. That same sharp, assessing look. Like he was trying to figure something out and I was the problem he hadn’t solved yet.“You seem to
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CLOSE PROXIMITYISABELLAI avoided him. Not in a subtle, mature, “I’m in control of myself” way.No.I avoided him like a coward who had just realised she was standing too close to the edge of something she couldn’t survive falling into. The problem? The house was too big to feel small… and too small to actually hide in. And I didn’t like the way it felt.———Breakfast was my first mistake.I woke up earlier than usual, determined to reclaim some sense of normalcy. Coffee. Fresh air. Maybe even a conversation with Camille that didn’t involve me internally screaming. Simple. Manageable. Safe. I should have known better.The terrace was quiet when I stepped out, the morning sun spilling gold across the table. For a moment, I allowed myself to breathe, to settle into the illusion that last night hadn’t shifted something fundamental. I poured myself coffee, wrapped my fingers around the warm mug, and sat down. Peace. Silence. Then, chaos.“You’re up early.” I froze. Of course. Of course h
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UNSAID RULESISABELLAThere should have been rules. Clear ones. Simple ones. The kind you could hold onto when things started slipping.Don’t be alone with him.Don’t look too long.Don’t think about him when you’re with someone else.Don’t want him.That one felt the most important. And the most impossible.———By midday, the house felt too warm. Not physically. The breeze off the water still drifted lazily through the open windows, carrying salt and something floral I couldn’t name.But inside me? Restless. Uneasy. Like something had shifted and refused to settle. Camille, of course, was unaffected. She moved through the day like nothing had changed, humming under her breath as she flipped through outfits on her bed.“There’s a beach club party tonight,” she announced, holding up a dress that looked like it cost more than my monthly rent. “We’re going.”“I’m not in the mood,” I said automatically, lying on her bed and staring at the ceiling.“You’re never in the mood,” she shot back
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SHIFTING GROUNDISABELLAThe worst part wasn’t that he was there. It wasn’t the way my body reacted before my brain could catch up. It wasn’t the way his voice still lingered in my ears long after I walked away. It was the fact that I couldn’t pretend anymore. Something had shifted. And no matter how much I tried to act like it hadn’t… It had.———The drive back from the beach club was quiet. For me that is. Camille talked the entire time, recounting who she saw, who she hated, who she might sleep with if she was bored enough. I nodded in the right places, laughed when I was supposed to, played my role perfectly. Meanwhile, my mind was somewhere else. Still stuck on him. On her Dad. Shut, this is so messed up.“You were off tonight,” Camille said suddenly, glancing at me from the driver’s seat.I forced a small shrug. “Just tired.”“You keep saying that.”“Because it’s true.”“Mmm.” She didn’t sound convinced. “You didn’t even flirt back properly.”I blinked. “I danced with him.”“You
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CONTROL IS AN ILLUSIONISABELLAThe next morning, I decided something very important. I was going to act normal. Not pretend normal. Actually normal. No avoiding. No staring. No overthinking every word he said like it carried hidden meaning. Just… normal. It sounded reasonable. Achievable. Almost laughable.———I got dressed early. Simple outfit. Nothing that clung too much or revealed too much. No unnecessary effort. Because I wasn’t dressing for anyone. Especially not him. That thought alone annoyed me.I stepped out into the hallway, forcing my shoulders to relax, my breathing to steady. You’re fine, Isabella. This is fine. You are an adult. Act like one. I chanted to myselfCamille was already in the kitchen, barefoot, leaning against the counter while scrolling through her phone. “Look who finally decided to join the living,” she said without looking up. “I was starting to think you’d locked yourself in your room for dramatic effect.”“I was sleeping,” I said, grabbing a glass.“
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