All Chapters of Forbidden Pleasures (MxM): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LiamI couldn’t sleep.I kept tossing and turning, gripping the sheets like they were the only thing keeping me grounded. But even the bed felt like a punishment. Every wrinkle in the sheets was a reminder of how messed up everything had become. I felt like a criminal, guilty of something I couldn’t even name properly. Maybe it was hope. Maybe it was the fact that I let him in… again.I sat up with a groan and started pacing. My body was restless, my head louder than it had ever been. I had already taken a shower after Ronan left, but it felt like it didn’t wash anything off. I still felt his presence in the room. On my skin.I needed to get it off me.I walked back into the bathroom, flipping the light on with more force than necessary. But just as I reached for the water, my phone chimed.I froze.I knew who it was even before I looked.Ronan.I stared at the screen for a few seconds, my chest aching.I didn’t open it.Didn’t want to.Not when my emotions were this raw and confused.

RonanThe rhythmic hum of the helicopter blades filled the cabin as we cut through the skies, the distant landscape a blur beneath us. I sat in the back, surrounded by two of my men—armed, alert, loyal to my father’s commands, not mine.This wasn’t just another "job." It was a warning mission—a message to a rival syndicate that had dared to touch one of our arms shipments last week. My father wanted it loud, bloody, and final. So he sent me.As always.My fingers drummed against my thigh restlessly. I should’ve been thinking about the mission, running through strategy, prep, possibilities.But all I could think about was Liam.How he looked at me in the corridor before I kissed him.How he held my hand in front of his father and said he'd fight for me.How his voice trembled but didn’t break.My phone vibrated.I reached into my jacket pocket without much thought, until I saw the name glowing on the screen.Rhoda.I narrowed my eyes and opened the message.Father asked me to bring Lia

Ronan The sun was warm against our backs as we strolled through the quiet, palm-lined streets, our fingers laced together like it was the most natural thing in the world. We were in some small state—peaceful, untouched, tucked away from the chaos of our world. The kind of place where no one knew our names, and for once, we could just be… us. Liam had this drink in a coconut shell, something fruity with way too much sugar, and I had a bitter iced espresso that I kept pretending to hate, even though I kept sipping. We laughed at nothing, pointed at odd-shaped souvenirs, made silly faces at the camera. I’d already taken at least ten Polaroids, stuffing them in my back pocket like they were currency. His smile in the sunlight—fuck, I wanted to frame it. No bodyguards. No shadows. Just us. Holding hands without giving a single fuck. And then... the moment cracked. We were just about to enter this cozy beachside restaurant—our stomachs grumbling like wild animals, when Liam’s phone r

LiamThe ceremony was small one, actually.When it was time for our vows, Ronan went first.He held my hands, his thumb stroking mine as he looked into my eyes like he was memorizing me all over again.“I never thought I’d fall in love with someone who’d both ruin me and save me in the same breath,” he said, his voice thick. “You taught me how to be vulnerable without fear. You made me laugh when I thought I’d forgotten how. You are my home, Liam. And I promise, on every soul I’ve buried and every bloodline I came from, I’ll spend every second protecting you, choosing you, and loving you the way you deserve. Forever.”Tears spilled down my cheeks. So many I couldn’t see properly.Now it was my turn.I took a slow breath and whispered, “I didn’t know what love was supposed to feel like until you crashed into my life and made everything make sense. I thought I was broken… but you saw every crack, every scar, and still said, ‘mine.’ Ronan… you’re my chaos and my calm, my first real love,

EpilogueThe sun spilled through the curtains in golden waves, lighting up the quiet living room. Outside, the garden was in bloom, soft petals swaying in the morning breeze. Inside, laughter echoed from the hallway — high-pitched and sweet.“Papa! Daddy!” a small voice called.Ronan looked up from the couch, setting his book aside just in time to catch a blur of energy as a little boy ran toward him. He scooped him up easily, spinning him in the air, both of them laughing.Liam walked in a moment later, holding a tray with two cups of coffee and a small plate of cookies.“Our little storm is awake early,” he said, smiling at the chaos unfolding before him.Ronan kissed the boy’s cheek, then turned that same affection toward Liam, tugging him down for a quick kiss. “And our little storm clearly missed his papa.”The boy — their boy — wriggled happily between them. He had Liam’s eyes and Ronan’s defiant chin. A perfect mix born not of blood, but of love, trust, and years of healing.Th