HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

I have never been so deprived and sexually frustrated in my life. At this point, I would like to say Mr De Vito was just wicked and trying to punish me for all the times I seduced him. Because really, why the hell was he depriving me of what I wanted? It was like dangling a steak in front of a starving lion and then walking away. Cruel, deliberate, wicked. I couldn't help but scoff as my thoughts drifted—unfortunately—to my ex-boyfriend Liam. Bland Liam. Vanilla Liam. The most boring man in bed to ever walk the face of the earth. Not that I had much experience before him, but still. The fact that he was the only man to ever touch me before Mr De Vito made me cringe. It made me wonder why I gave so much to a man who barely knew what to do with my body. I shook my head, pushing the thought of Liam to the back of my mind like an unwanted email I refused to open. I turned back to my computer screen and stared at the documents piled up in my inbox. Great. More work. Mr De Vito wasn’t i

“Listen to me Emily," he said but I shook my head standing up.I couldn't believe this was happening.“There's nothing to listen to Mr De Vito. I came here to work as your junior architect, and if it's off the table, it means I have to go. Just like we agreed," I said,"You haven't even listened to the offer I have to make,” he said and I couldn't help but laugh, but there was nothing funny about the sound."Let's hear it,” I said,"You get to pick any department in my company and you can work there,” Tempting. But I knew I could not. Working as his junior architect would take me to places just working in his company won't. And I can't bear the thought of seeing Miss Ferdinand every time and knowing that she somehow managed to beat me.However the fuck she was able to do that.“I don't want that," I whispered as I hugged myself, looking down.I felt like a complete failure. “We made a deal, remember? And…”“That was before," he said as he took a step towards me but didn't touch me.

I don't know why the fuck she was being stubborn. It was simple. Just pick a damn department. Anyone you want and I'll fix you there.But why the fuck was she still ready to leave? After she has gone deep into my head and all I can think about is tasting that sweet pussy.I groaned in anger as I stood up from my chair and made my way to the tall window that overlooked the city.“Are you okay sir?" I totally forgot that I wasn't alone in this office.“I'm good, Miss Ferdinand, go back to what you're doing," I said and she nodded, I started all this. I had wanted her to leave. I had wanted her to stay away from me because the moment I saw her I saw a good girl ready to do whatever daddy tells her.That look in her eyes when she had looked at my body. The way she had bit her lips like she wanted a taste of what I could give her.She stirred something deep within me and I wanted her to go.But not anymore. Not when I've made her scream, beg. Not when I'm now addicted to the taste of her.

"EMILY!"The voice cut through the air like a whip, sharp and urgent, and I froze mid-step, one foot inside the boarding tunnel. My heart lurched in my chest. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t—I turned slowly.There he was.Angelo.Mr De Vito’s assistant.He was weaving through the crowd with wild energy, his chest rising and falling as he ran, dark curls bouncing, one hand raised like I might vanish if he didn’t get to me fast enough."Stop! Don’t go!" he called, breathless.I blinked, stunned, then quickly walked toward him, dragging my suitcase behind me."Angelo? What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, brows furrowed. He doubled over for a second, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. “You… can’t… leave.”I crossed my arms. “We already talked about this. I told you I’m leaving.”He looked up, wide-eyed. "No. You can’t. You really can’t.""Why not?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. My chest was still aching from saying goodbye to everything, from trying to leave w

I've asked him countless times where he was taking me to but all I got was silence.I sat in the car as we drove past buildings and my mind was a sea of thought wondering what Mr De Vito was planning.The man was very unpredictable.We finally stopped in front of a building that looked like a club as I opened my door and stepped out, the night air blowing through me.What were we doing here?I turned to Mr De Vito hoping for some explanation but I got none. Instead he held my hand and led me inside and I followed him.The place was dimly lit with just a few people that seemed to be lost in what they were doing. Some were kissing and others looked like they were ready to fuck for people to watch.We passed a room and I heard the sound of a woman screaming but it wasn't pain, it was pleasure. Like the sound of a woman who wanted more.Mr De Vito kept leading me until we reached a door and then he pushed it open and we both walked in, the door closing behind him.The room was dim, bathed