Lahat ng Kabanata ng HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

My hands trembled slightly from the intensity of my need as I reached between us and unbuckled his belt. My fingers brushed against the hard outline of his cock, and I bit my lip, already soaked just from the feel of it through his pants.I pulled down the zipper, dragging the fabric low until his cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and throbbing. My breath hitched. God, he was beautiful. Angry red at the tip, veins bulging along the shaft, already slick with pre-cum.“You’ve been such a tease,” I whispered, wrapping my fingers around him, “but tonight, Mr De Vito, I’m not taking no for an answer.”I rose slightly on my knees, lining myself up with his cock, ready to finally take what I’d been starved of.But the bastard stopped me.Strong hands clutched my hips and flipped me over like I weighed nothing. I gasped as my back hit the bed, my legs still spread over his lap, exposed and wet and needy.“Not so fast, Miss Ross,” he said, voice dripping with sinful amusement. “Did you think I’d

I fumbled with the room keycard like I’d never used one before. My fingers were trembling—whether from frustration, anticipation, or the residual heat that refused to die down after that conference interaction, I didn’t know.No, that was a lie. I knew exactly what was wrong with me.Mr Lorenzo De Vito.I slipped inside the room, the door clicking shut behind me. The silence wrapped around me instantly. Cool, sterile air met my flushed skin, making me shiver.I should have been angry. I was angry. But beneath the fury, layered beneath the humiliation of being made to wait—again—was a deeper ache. A raw, needy throb between my thighs that had only grown worse with every word he whispered at the conference. Every knowing glance. Every command uttered in that voice that could melt steel.‘Be a good girl, Miss Ross. And wait.’The words echoed in my skull.I dropped my bag onto the chair, kicked off my heels, and began to strip.One button at a time. Slowly. Torturously.If he was going t

I didn’t even get a chance to breathe before I was spun around and thrown onto the bed.Not gently. Not tenderly.No, Lorenzo De Vito didn’t do soft.The bed bounced beneath me as I scrambled to steady myself, my hands sinking into the sheets. My legs barely had time to spread before he was already there—towering, seething, lust pouring off him in thick waves.I looked over my shoulder, heart pounding, breath coming in shallow gasps.His eyes were nothing short of feral.“You think I’m too old?” His voice was low and lethal. “You think this cock can’t handle you, baby girl?”My stomach flipped, and I whimpered, heat flooding between my thighs. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.“I haven’t put this dick inside a woman in five fucking years,” he growled, climbing onto the bed behind me, his palms dragging up my thighs. “Do you know what that means for you?”I swallowed, dizzy from anticipation. “N-No, Daddy…”He leaned in close, lips brushing my ear. “It means I’m going to put eve

I felt so fucking sore, my entire body was aching. Mr De Vito didn't know how to do slow and it wasn't like I was complaining but he fucking ruined me. We went over and over again. All night he was making me moan and scream, making me cum over and over again.I came on the bed, when he was buried inside me on the wall. In the shower. Everywhere.I couldn't help but chuckle as I turned to the man beside me. God, he was so handsome and it was just so damn hot thinking about the fact that I got fucked all night by a man who was seventeenth years older than me.“Keep staring at me like that and I might be tempted but fuck you again," my pussy clenched at his morning voice and the thought of getting filled by him again.It didn't seem bad at all.“Good, morning Mr De Vito," I greeted as my brown eyes met his blue ones. I was fighting so hard not to jump on him again."Mr De Vito huh? What happened to Daddy?" He whispered in that sexy voice and my stomach flipped.He drew me close to him as

She hasn’t looked at me once since we got in the car.Emily sits with her legs crossed, hands folded in her lap, staring out the tinted window like the cityscape holds the answers to all her silent questions. I can feel the chill rolling off her in waves. The same mouth that was begging for me less than two hours ago is now tight with silence.And I hate it.I grip the steering wheel tighter with one hand, the other resting uselessly on my thigh.This was never supposed to get messy.Sex. That’s what this was. Raw, consuming sex with a girl who made my blood run hotter than anyone else ever had. That’s all I let it be.But when she pulled me close earlier, reached for a kiss I didn’t give, the way her eyes dimmed—that did something to me.I didn’t kiss her.Because if I did, it would stop being sex.It would start meaning something.My phone buzzes again in the cupholder.Camilla.Fucking hell.I pick it up, see her name, and press the side button, silencing it. She’s been calling non