Forbidden Pleasure: Sex, Secrets & Scandal のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 5

RAIN AND WILD IMAGINATIONLeona:I am Eighteen today.Finally.I stared at myself in the mirror in the bathroom, as I grazed my soft fingers on my bare skin, just beneath the towel that was wrapped low covering my breast. I was finally a woman, or so, as I still felt incomplete.My friend, Cassie, would say that when we turn eighteen that's when you'll want things. Feel things. Cassie was always naughty even before she turned eighteen it was one thing I liked about her that I didn't have. Her exposure to naughty things. She was always talking wild, whispering about stuffs she did with her crush whenever she hanged out with them, how they would finger her till she cum more especially... Sex. I always carved to experience it but I felt guys took me to be a minor and I made me burn inside. Jealous maybe.I slowly let loose of my towel as it fell on the floor as I took a full look of my body at the mirror. Before my memory could collect I found myself l

HIS RULES, HER RUINLeona’s POV The sheets were too soft.Like clouds or cream or… something expensive I had never touched before.For a moment, I thought maybe I’d died. But death wouldn’t smell like fresh linen and cinnamon soap. Or… maybe it would, if heaven had a five-star housekeeping staff.I sat up too fast. Bad idea. My head spun, like I was still running.Where—? What the hell—Panic gripped me like a hand to the throat. I grabbed the edge of the bed—white, massive, carved with some old rich-people design—and tried to focus. Big window. Curtains that looked like they belonged in a museum. A gold clock ticked somewhere softly.I wasn’t on the street anymore.I was in a… suite?A goddamn palace.And then the door clicked. I froze.He stepped in like he was finally here to claim my life. Maybe he probably did.Oh, I remember his face. The man who carried in the rain in his arms. He carried me like I weighed nothing

KNOCKING ON MY TEMPER Marco’s POV I quickly wrapped the towel tighter around my hips as I yanked the bathroom door open to the master bedroom. Before she could finish the second knock I rolled the bed room door knob to open it for her. "Leona," I called her name in a rough tone from the shower and dark thoughts hovering my head. She stood outside barefoot on the cold marble, with my T-shirt I kept in her wardrobe that she chose to wear that hung halfway to her thighs. Her sexy fair tiles, spotless. Her hair was still wet from shower. “It’s after two a.m. kitten” She swallowed, gaze dropping—and damn if she didn’t nail it right on the towel line before jerking back up. Her cheeks went violent pink. “I—uh—sorry,” she stammered, fingers worrying the hem of her shirt. “I couldn’t sleep. I was… wondering about school. How long I was out. I’m gonna fail finals if I miss more days.” School. T