All Chapters of Craving Forbidden Pleasures : Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

Vienna had woken to a gray, uneasy calm. The streets still glimmered with rain, and the remnants of the masquerade lingered in puddles of broken glass and scattered confetti. But for Evelyn and Lucas, the city had shifted — it was no longer a place of beauty or history; it was a battlefield.They moved through the quiet streets in silence, the chip tucked safely beneath Evelyn’s coat. Every shadow seemed to lean toward them, every footstep echoed with invisible eyes. Lucas stayed close, hand brushing hers at intervals, not a casual touch but a reminder: survival required precision, and trust had to be earned again and again.Their first stop was a discreet safe house on the outskirts — a building older than memory, its walls thick and windows shuttered against observation. Inside, the air was stale but secure, the hum of a single heater the only sound beyond their own careful breathing. Evelyn placed the chip on a table, tracing its metal edges as if she could memorize its weight, its

The first breach came subtly. A coded message, slipped into the safe house’s mailbox, unsigned. Evelyn’s hands trembled slightly as she decrypted it. The message was simple yet terrifying: “We know who you are. We know what you carry. Stop, or the mirrors will shatter.”Lucas’s eyes darkened. “Charlotte has more allies than we realized.”Evelyn swallowed hard. “And enemies,” she said, voice tight. “…Some we haven’t seen yet.”They worked methodically, mapping every contact, every known associate of Charlotte, triangulating movements, anticipating the next strike. Hours blurred into a tense rhythm: planning, waiting, observing.Then came the revelation. The chip, when connected to a secure terminal, revealed the full scope of Project Glass: surveillance networks spanning continents, encrypted files containing blackmail, financial manipulations, even potential assassinations. Charlotte hadn’t just been collecting power; she had been engineering a symphony of control, each move a calcula

Evelyn’s lips curved, just slightly, a ghost of a smile that had not been allowed for too long. “I’m learning,” she replied softly, but her eyes betrayed everything she could not say — relief, exhaustion, and a fierce pulse of unspoken desire.Lucas moved closer, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. “Learning or pretending?” he asked, a playful glint threading through the tension.“I think… maybe both,” she admitted, her voice catching. She felt his hand curl around hers, thumb stroking the back of her palm, grounding her in a reality that was both safe and scorching with proximity.They sat together at a small table, the sunlight touching their skin, warm and forgiving. Evelyn traced the edge of the chip, now inert and harmless, but still a symbol — of danger survived, of power dismantled, and of trust forged in fire. “It’s strange,” she murmured, “how something so small could hold so much chaos.”Lucas nodded, leaning back in the chair, eyes on hers. “Power,” he said, “is

The citadel was alive with heat, a living organism of molten stone and swirling smoke. Even the corridors seemed to pulse with the dragon lord’s power, and she felt it in her bones, in her skin, in the ache of her blood. Ariella—though she still fought the name Kaelion had whispered to her in the night, the name that bound her to him—moved cautiously along the obsidian floor. Her wrists bore faint bruises from the bonds that had once held her, reminders of the night she had surrendered to fire and desire alike.Kaelion’s presence filled the chamber as always, magnetic and overwhelming. He leaned against a towering pillar of obsidian, golden eyes glinting in the flickering torchlight, watching her with the intensity of a predator sizing up his mate. She wanted to turn away, to flee, yet every fiber of her being hungered for him. For the heat of his body, for the fire in his gaze, for the promise of both pleasure and power he offered.“You’ve felt it now,” Kaelion said, his voice low an

The chamber thrummed with life, alive with the roar of molten veins beneath crystal floors, the heat of Kaelion’s presence, and the pulse of the fire that now lived within her. Ariella’s bare feet brushed against the warm surface as she followed him deeper into the central hall of the citadel. Her skin tingled, every nerve on fire, and she shivered—not from the heat alone, but from the weight of anticipation that pressed against her chest.Kaelion’s golden eyes never left her, tracking every quiver of her body, every tremor in her breath. “You have embraced the fire,” he said, voice low and commanding, vibrating through the chamber like molten metal. “You have surrendered, and in that surrender, you have awakened power… and desire. But surrender is only the first lesson. Mastery requires deeper connection—mind, body, and soul.”Ariella’s heartbeat fluttered. “Deeper… connection?” she asked, voice trembling between fear and longing.Kaelion’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “