All Chapters of HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sleep came in waves, heavy and slow, dragging me under like the tide. My body still trembled from the encounter with Mr De Vito, my skin hot and prickling from where he had touched me. I had climbed into bed without changing, too exhausted, too shaken to move. The room felt both freezing and too warm at once, my thoughts churning like a storm.I don't know how long I lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling. Minutes? Hours? Eventually, sleep caught me in its claws and pulled me under.The mattress dipped beside me.Somewhere in the half-lucid haze of sleep, I felt the shift in weight. The warmth of a body close to mine. The scent—light—familiar but distant. I didn’t think anything of it. My dream-addled mind offered no warning, no alarm. It was just a presence. Someone beside me. Nothing unusual. Nothing to fear.So I turned toward the warmth, my body seeking it like a moth drawn to flame. I curled closer, chasing comfort. My face found the hollow of the pillow, and I exhaled sof

"What did you just say?"Mr De Vito's voice cut through the silence like a razor. Low. Dangerous. Disbelieving.I sat up straighter, fingers clenched around the blanket pulled up to my chest. My heart was pounding again, but not from fear of him. From fear of what I was about to do. What I had to do."I said I want to leave," I repeated, voice steadier this time, though my throat felt like it was made of broken glass. "I can't stay here anymore."He stared at me. No movement. No blink. Just that fire behind his eyes flickering hotter.And then—he laughed.It wasn't a pleasant laugh. It was sharp, humorless, more of a warning than amusement."You think you can just leave?" he said, stepping closer. "Have you forgotten you're under my supervision? You're not just a guest here, Miss Ross. You're my responsibility. If anything happens to you, it falls on me.""Then let it fall on you from somewhere else," I snapped, surprising even myself. "Because staying here is not safe. Not for me."H

The silence stretched between us, heavy and tight like a noose around my throat. Mr De Vito hadn’t moved. His eyes were still locked on mine, unwavering, unreadable, full of something I couldn’t name—but it stirred something reckless inside me.Then he finally spoke. “You can leave. But only on one condition.”My pulse stumbled. “What condition?”He took a breath, his jaw tense as though he didn’t trust the words that might escape if he didn’t brace himself.“You stay at my penthouse. You don’t go to a hotel. You don’t disappear into the city alone. You stay somewhere I can still protect you until I know who did this. Until it’s safe.”I blinked at him. “Your penthouse?”“It’s secure,” he said. “Top floor, multiple exits, surveillance on every level. No one gets in or out without clearance.”The logical part of me knew he was right. It was smarter. Safer. But the part of me that had woken up to someone trying to murder me was still shaking, still terrified. And more than anything, it

The city lights were just beginning to flicker on as the sun dipped below the skyline. After a long day filled with laughter, tension, and that unforgettable crimson dress, I was more than ready to go home and collapse into bed. My nerves had only just started to settle.I stepped out of the elevator and into the main lobby, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor. Matteo was already standing by the car, holding the door open for me like always. Familiar. Safe.Until a deeper voice, smooth as velvet and twice as dangerous, cut through the air."You can go, Matteo. I’ll take Miss Ross home."My stomach dipped.I turned, already shaking my head. "That’s not necessary. I—"Mr De Vito—Lorenzo—was standing a few feet away, dressed in a tailored charcoal suit that probably cost a fortune. His eyes were unreadable, but there was something intense simmering beneath the surface."I insist," he said, stepping closer. "I just want to make sure you’re okay."The way he said it made it h

He slowly pulled out of me, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was the ragged, shared breath between us. My body trembled from the aftershocks, my thighs sticky, my heart pounding, my soul disoriented in the best kind of way.But I wasn’t done.Not even close.I caught his gaze as he sat back up, his chest still heaving. And I smiled.No—I smirked.A slow, wicked curl of my lips that made his eyes darken all over again.“What?” he asked, voice husky, low, and already suspicious.I didn’t answer.Instead, I slid off the bed, bare and glistening, and kneeled in front of him like a sinner before a god.His cock—still hard, still wet, still perfect—was right there, pulsing.I let my gaze drop to it, then back up to his eyes, deliberately slow.He watched me.He knew what I was about to do.But he didn’t know how I was going to do it.My fingers curled around the base of him, and his breath caught. Just a little.I leaned forward, close enough to kiss it, to taste him. But I didn