All Chapters of Craving Forbidden Pleasures : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Morning sunlight filtered through heavy curtains, too bright, too ordinary for the storm that had torn through Caroline’s life. She sat on the edge of the bed, knees drawn close, her hair loose around her shoulders. The sheet pooled at her waist, baring marks she couldn’t hide — bruises where his mouth had claimed her, red crescents on her thighs where his grip had been merciless.The night echoed inside her still, raw and tender. Nathaniel asleep beside her had been almost worse than the act itself; she’d lain awake, listening to his breath, wondering how long before the weight of what they’d done crushed them both.But by breakfast, he was gone.Again.No words, no look back. Only the faint smell of his cologne lingering in the hall, as though even the air couldn’t let him go.Caroline dressed with trembling hands, layering herself in silk and pearls, armor against the world she was about to face. But armor only held if no one saw the cracks.The cracks showed the moment she stepped

The iron gates of St. Clarissa’s Academy for Girls loomed like the jaws of some elegant predator. They swung open with slow, deliberate grace as the black town car rolled forward, its tires crunching over the pale gravel drive. The air smelled faintly of rain and lilies, and the stone façade of the main building glistened under a grey sky.Isobel Vale pressed her forehead lightly against the cool glass, watching the ivy cling to the walls like an old secret. Everything here looked perfectly polished—too polished. She could already feel the stiffness in the air, the way rules must thread themselves through every corridor.Her fingers toyed with the silver ring she wore on a chain under her blouse. She’d been at three different schools in the past two years. St. Clarissa’s was supposed to be the one she stayed in until graduation. Her father’s voice echoed in her memory as the driver opened the door for her: Behave this time. I won’t move you again.The moment her boots hit the gravel,

By Monday, Isobel had decided she was going to stop thinking about the Headmistress.It wasn’t working. Instead, it got worse. She felt she must be going insane. The more she told herself to focus on classes, the sharper the pull became. A glance down the hall, a faint whiff of jasmine when she passed the faculty offices—each one drew her mind back to those cool grey eyes.She lasted exactly two days before the inevitable happened.It was the middle of literature period when a note slid onto her desk, passed by a hand she didn’t recognize. She unfolded it under the table."Office. Now!"No signature, but the ink was the same precise, dark stroke as the note in the library.Isobel glanced toward the door. The teacher didn’t even look up when she quietly gathered her books and slipped out.*********The corridor was hushed, the muted winter light spilling in through tall windows. The door to the Headmistress’s office stood closed. She hesitated only a moment before knocking.“Enter,” c

The storm rolled in just after dusk, dragging a low sky over the academy.By the time lights-out came, rain was lashing the windows hard enough to drown out the usual stillness of the dormitory. The power flickered twice, then went out entirely, leaving the hallways in darkness.Clara groaned from her bed. “We’re going to freeze if the heat’s off.”Isobel sat up, pulling on a sweater. She could feel the restless energy humming under her skin—part the storm, part something else entirely. “I’m going to see if the generator’s on yet.”Clara mumbled something half-asleep as Isobel slipped out into the corridor.The building was silent but for the rain hammering the roof. She wandered toward the main wing, the flicker of emergency lanterns casting long shadows on the walls.She didn’t mean to end up outside the Headmistress’s office. But she wasn’t surprised when she did.The door was closed. Light glowed from beneath it. She hesitated only a second before knocking.“Come in,” came that lo

Morning light slanted across the academy’s stone courtyard, casting long, sharp shadows. Yet within Evangeline’s chest, the world still thrummed in the muffled pulse of last night — the taste of forbidden skin, the muffled gasp against her lips, the dangerous way the library door had been left just barely closed.She had crossed the line.And so had IsobelAt breakfast, the clink of cutlery against porcelain seemed far too loud. Evangeline sat at the head of the staff table, spine straight, gaze measured. Across the hall, Isobel was seated among her peers — uniform immaculate, hair swept up, posture flawless. Only the faintest quirk in her lips betrayed anything unusual. And Evangeline caught it. That tiny, private smirk.Every moment, Evangeline’s mind replayed it — her hands tangling in Isobel's hair, the heat of her thigh pressed between the girl’s knees, the muffled sound of control slipping away. She forced herself to sip her tea, to appear indifferent, but her body was still hum