บททั้งหมดของ HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION : บทที่ 231 - บทที่ 240

His chest rose and fell against mine, both of us still trembling in the aftermath of what we had just shared. My body ached in the sweetest way, still sensitive, still humming with him, with us. I thought I might collapse into the sheets and sleep for a week, but then I saw him.Lorenzo.His blue eyes blazed with something I had never seen so raw, so utterly unguarded before—hope.The man who had carried the world on his shoulders, with steel in his heart, was looking at me like I held his entire universe between my palms.I chuckled softly, the sound breaking the heavy silence, and pulled him back down to me for another kiss. It was hungry and messy, filled with teeth and tongues, but beneath the heat was something softer, something trembling. He groaned against my lips, clutching me closer as if I might vanish if he let go.When we finally broke apart, our foreheads resting together, I looked into his eyes and whispered the words that had been building in my chest, fragile but true.

I was humming softly under my breath as I tugged my hair into a quick ponytail, the elastic snapping into place with a satisfying pull. For once, I wasn’t dressing to impress. No heels. No silk blouses. Just a pair of jeans that clung to my hips, a simple white tee, and my favorite black sneakers. Comfort. Simplicity. Exactly what I needed to get through the day at the hotel site.The mirror reflected a girl who looked… almost normal. Not the woman who had spent the night tangled in silk sheets with a man who broke her apart and put her back together with a single touch. Not the woman whose body still hummed with the echoes of every kiss, every bite, every possessive word. Just Emily. Just me.For a fleeting moment, I smiled at my own reflection, shaking my head. My cheeks still burned when I thought about it—the book, the fantasies, the way Lorenzo’s eyes had gleamed with wicked purpose. God, I was in trouble. Delicious, beautiful trouble.I grabbed my bag, slinging it across my shou

The moment I stepped into the room, the sterile chill of antiseptic hit me, but it couldn’t drown out the sound of my heartbeat—violent, unrelenting, as if my chest was too small to contain it. There she was. Emily. My Emily. Her frame looked smaller against the stark white of the hospital sheets, the pale green gown swallowing her delicate shoulders. Her skin, normally warm and glowing with life, was marred with faint scratches and the cruel bloom of bruises along her arms. Nothing severe, thank God. No casts. No monitors screaming alarms. But still—still too much. Even one scratch on her was a crime, one that burned through me like acid. I had failed her. Every muscle in my body coiled tight with regret as I lowered myself into the chair beside her bed. My hand hovered over hers, afraid to touch her at first, afraid I’d break her somehow. She looked so fragile—my fierce, stubborn girl who had laughed just last night in my arms. This should have never happened. Amanda should

Pain was the first thing I felt when I woke, and the last thing before I drifted back into uneasy sleep. A deep, bone-deep ache that seemed to ripple through every inch of me, as though my body had been put through a war I couldn’t remember signing up for.But worse than the ache was the heaviness. My limbs felt like stone, weighed down, sluggish and unwilling to obey even the simplest command. Every breath dragged fire through my ribs. Even blinking took effort, my lashes sticking together before I forced them apart.The only thing keeping me tethered to sanity was the presence beside me.Lorenzo.He hadn’t moved. He hadn’t left. I didn’t even need to open my eyes fully to know he was there. His hand was warm where it rested on mine, fingers curling around my knuckles as though by sheer grip alone he could keep me from slipping away. His voice, low and steady, had been a constant murmur through my head—sometimes words, sometimes just the rhythm of his breathing.I cracked my eyes ope

The door had barely clicked shut after Alessandro left when Lorenzo walked back in.I could tell instantly from the scowl tugging at his mouth, the tension in his shoulders, and that little storm brewing in his eyes that he wasn’t pleased. But what undid me wasn’t the scowl—it was the pout. That ridiculous, boyish pout that somehow made his sharp, dangerous face look almost soft. Almost vulnerable.I bit down on my lip, but it was useless. A giggle slipped out before I could stop it.Lorenzo froze. His eyes narrowed even more. “It’s not funny, Emily.”That only made me laugh harder. The way he said it—so serious, so offended—when his lips were pushed forward in that faint sulky curve, like a child who hadn’t gotten his way, was too much. My ribs ached as I clutched my stomach, shaking my head, but the laughter bubbled up anyway.He folded his arms across his chest, glaring at me, the dark weight of his presence filling the sterile hospital room. “Another man wants my woman, and you’re