All Chapters of HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION : Chapter 181 - Chapter 188

I stood in front of her door like a goddamn coward.Knuckles raised. Breath held. Heart racing.But I didn’t knock.I couldn’t.Not after the way I’d spoken to her. Not after the fire in her eyes as she stepped out of that room with tears threatening to fall but too proud to let them win.I’d seen the damage in her expression. The crack that hadn’t been there before. And I knew it wasn’t just disappointment. I hadn’t hurt her feelings—I’d shattered something deeper than that.Trust.And once trust is gone, words don’t fix shit.So I stood there like an idiot. Hoping maybe the silence would bring me clarity. Maybe I’d knock. Maybe she’d open the door. Maybe we’d talk like adults. But then I heard a quiet shuffle from inside—her footsteps—and I panicked.She didn’t want to see me. I didn’t deserve to be seen.I turned and walked away.Each step felt like I was peeling skin off my own damn bones.By the time I made it back to my office, my chest was tight enough to explode. The guilt cla

The dress felt like a second skin—tight, black, dangerous. Like armor. I didn’t wear it for Lorenzo. I told myself that more than once as I stared at my reflection in the mirror before leaving. I wore it for me. Because I needed to feel powerful again. The second I stepped out of the house, I regretted everything. My chest was tight. My thoughts were loud. And the image of Lorenzo—his eyes, his voice, the pleading way he had said my name—was seared behind my eyelids like a goddamn brand. I hated him for that. For being the only person who could shatter me and stitch me back together in a single breath. Just as I stepped out of the gate I saw the car pull up. Alessandro. He stepped out, tall and refined, with that easy charm he wore like a designer suit. And despite the emotional chaos storming inside me, I managed a small, grateful smile. "Thanks for inviting me," I said, sliding into the passenger seat. He turned to me once we were on the road, his eyes scanning my face for

She parted her legs like a challenge. And I dropped to my knees like a man starved. My hands found her thighs—warm, soft, trembling—and my mouth hovered just inches from the place that haunted my every waking thought. That flimsy little scrap of lace barely covered anything, and as I peeled it down, I heard the faintest hitch in her breath. The kind of sound that made my cock throb with need. She watched me with heavy-lidded eyes, lips parted, one hand tangled in my hair before I even touched her. I kissed the inside of her thigh first. Then again, higher. I wanted her begging—but I wanted to worship her, too. Then I finally reached her center. And fuck. She was already wet. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe from bottom to top, savoring the way she trembled. My tongue circled her clit before I sucked it into my mouth, and she gasped—her body arched just slightly off the bed. “Lorenzo…” My name on her lips sounded like absolution. I kept going, tongue pressing, flicking, ta

By the time the plane touched down, my body was buzzing.From the champagne.From the altitude.From him.We didn’t speak much as we got into the waiting car. Not because we didn’t have things to say, but because every look, every brush of his fingers against my thigh said everything for us. The silence between us wasn’t awkward—it was loaded. Tension wrapped around us like a thick velvet ribbon, pulling tighter and tighter with every mile.The drive wasn’t long, maybe twenty minutes. But then the road curved, the trees gave way to open blue sky, and suddenly we were at a private dock where a sleek speedboat was already bobbing, engine humming low like it had been waiting just for us.“A boat?” I asked, brows raised.Lorenzo just smirked and handed me a life jacket. “Trust me.”God, that smirk should be illegal.The ride over was fast and thrilling, the salty breeze whipping through my hair, the ocean glittering around us like sapphires had been scattered across the waves. Lorenzo sto