All Chapters of HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

She shouldn’t have been here.She should’ve respected the fucking boundary.But she didn’t.And now all I could do was stand in the center of the room she’d invaded, fists clenched at my sides like if I held them tight enough, maybe I could keep myself from falling apart.I’d told her—explicitly. No one was allowed in this room.Not the staff. Not even me, most days.But her? Emily?She was the last person I expected to find here, touching Amanda’s things, staring at the photo like it held the answers to questions she had no business asking.I turned, slow and mechanical, my jaw locked as I stared at the dresser where her fingerprints still lingered.Amanda’s brush. Amanda’s perfume bottle. Amanda’s scarf draped over the corner of the mirror like she’d just stepped out and forgotten it.Now tainted.Now touched by hands that weren’t hers.I sucked in a shaky breath and exhaled through my nose.It didn’t help.Nothing helped.The walls felt smaller. The air, heavier. Every object in th

She looked like a sin I’d spend the rest of my life atoning for.My breath caught in my throat, mouth dry, brain completely blank.The way she stood there—chin tilted, eyes sharp, body poised like she could cut me with just one word—yeah, I was screwed.And I deserved every second of it.Her voice sliced through the air again, cool and lethal.“What are you doing here, Lorenzo?”I swallowed hard, trying to piece my thoughts together. “I… I came to apologize.”She arched one perfectly shaped brow, amusement flickering across her expression for a fraction of a second. Then she laughed. But it wasn’t the sweet kind—the one I loved, the one that made my chest feel lighter.No.This laugh was cold. Dismissive.Wounded. “Apologize?” she repeated, stepping fully into the hallway, forcing me to back up or get run over. “That’s rich.”“Emily—”“You practically treated me like a fucking nobody, Lorenzo. Like I had no right to even breathe in your presence. I said I was sorry for being in that

The whiskey burned my throat, but it didn’t touch the fire already churning in my chest.I was on my third glass, eyes fixed on the front door like it held all the answers. The clock mocked me with every tick. 10:03 p.m. Then 10:47. Then 11:12.Still nothing.She hadn’t come back.And worse—she wasn’t answering my texts.I stared at the last one I sent, thumb hovering like maybe the words would morph into something more persuasive."Just let me know you’re safe. Please."Nothing.By 11:59, I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood abruptly, my patience wearing thin. "Carter!" I barked, and my head of security appeared in seconds."Yes, sir?""Get me the surveillance footage from earlier. I want to see who Emily left with."He hesitated for a beat, just long enough to piss me off."Now."He nodded and left. Less than five minutes later, he returned with his tablet."Sir... she left at 9:21 p.m."He turned the screen toward me.And there it was.My heart stopped.She was walking out the gate

I hadn’t even made it halfway up the stairs when I heard the sound of his footsteps behind me.Slow. Steady. Intentional.I didn’t turn.I didn’t have to.“Where do you think you’re going?” Lorenzo’s voice curled down my spine, low and dark and utterly male.I stopped on the landing, lips twitching. “Back to my room.”He took two more steps, closing the distance between us. I could feel the heat of his body behind mine, the restrained tension rolling off him like thunderclouds.“You’re not going back to your room,” he said.I raised a brow and turned halfway. “No?”“No.” His jaw was tight, his eyes blazing. “You’re coming with me.”My pulse stuttered. “Excuse me?”He leaned in, breath brushing my cheek. “Pack a bag. We’re leaving.”I blinked. “Leaving? Where are we going?”He smiled—slow, dangerous. “Have you forgotten? I promised to take you somewhere for the weekend.”My stomach flipped. That surprise trip. Right.I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “You and your stupid surprises.”But I

His mouth was on mine before I could even take a breath.Hot. Desperate. Claiming.The kind of kiss that made my toes curl and my mind dissolve into heat. Lorenzo kissed me like he needed me to breathe—like his lips had to be on mine or the world would tilt off its axis. I barely had time to gasp before his hands were already on my dress, fingers curling around the zipper.It came down in one fluid motion, cool air brushing my back as the fabric loosened and began to fall. But I didn’t care about the dress.Because he was kissing me again—deeper, harder.His tongue slid against mine, dominating the kiss, owning it. Owning me.Then he pulled back, just a little, just enough to whisper against my lips, “I’ve waited all day to do this.”His eyes burned with something dark and dangerous as his fingers slipped beneath the straps of my dress and pulled it down. Inch by inch. He peeled it away like he was unwrapping a gift he’d been starving to touch. When it pooled at my waist, he reached b