Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Touch: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

Heat.Not warmth—heat. It crawled under my skin like fire made flesh. My whole body buzzed, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. The scent filled the room around me like smoke from a candle. Amber light draped the room, soft and gold like sin wrapped in velvet.I couldn’t move. Not because I was scared—because I was bound. My wrists were tied with a scarlet ribbon, silky and lush, secured to the brass frame of the bed. I could pull free if I really wanted to. But I didn’t. I wanted to be kept. I loved the way it made me feel. Controlled. Ravished.I was naked—spread open and trembling.Between my thighs, he knelt like a beast, eyes locked on my cunt, lips inches away. He watched me with hunger—slow, deliberate—like a predator savoring his prey. His fingers gripped my hips like he owned them. Owned me. I watched as his mouth moved closer to my pussy, hot breath ghosting over slick, swollen skin.Then his tongue slid over me. A slow, filthy drag of his tongue from her entranc

Luna’s POV I was still in bed, hair a tangled mess, when the email came. I had only just woken up a few hours ago but was too lazy to get up from my bed of comfort.Subject: Private Commission Inquiry.Sender: A.M. Córdoba.At first, I thought it was one of those spam. The kind of automated request that ends up offering exposure instead of a paycheck— which I obviously didn’t want. But when I opened the message, my breath caught.It was short. Direct. No flattery. No bullshit.“I was at your show last night. One painting held me longer than any other. You know which one. I’d like to commission a private piece—no gallery, no press. Discretion is important. If you’re open to this, reply with your availability and studio address.—A.M.”There was a number at the bottom.I stared at the screen, my heart thrumming like a second heartbeat between my legs. It was him. The man in the black suit. The one who’d stared at my painting like it whispered something only he could hear.I re-read the

Alejandro’s POV The air outside her studio was thick with salt and silence, broken only by the steady thud of my shoes against the stone path. I should’ve stayed away. I knew I should have. But ever since Luna undressed before me—slowly, defiantly, like she wanted me to suffer—I hadn’t been able to think of anything else.She was a fucking vision.The way her nipples had pebbled under my gaze. The subtle shift of her thighs, like she was trying to hold something in—desire, maybe, or the ache of anticipation. She painted herself with such erotic grace, it was like she wanted me to watch. And I did. I burned that image into my mind until it tortured me in dreams.I hadn’t touched her then. I’d left her wanting, trembling, aching for more.But tonight?Tonight, I wasn’t leaving without tasting every inch of her.I didn’t knock. I didn’t need to.She was there, in a loose robe that barely held together, barefoot, smelling like turpentine and temptation. Her brush hung in one hand, her mo