All Chapters of Forbidden Desire: The Billionaire’s Plaything: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Later that evening, Elodie sat on the stone steps outside the temple with her closest friend, a girl named Emily, who had been like a sister to her during the lonely years at the temple. “You’re really considering it?” Emily asked, her eyes shining with curiosity. “I don’t know…” Elodie replied, her voice trailing off. She hugged her small bag to her chest, seeking comfort from it. “It feels so sudden to leave, even though it’s something I’ve always wanted. The other problem is that I have to stay in the house. He has two sons, and you know how I am around men—they scare me.” Emily grabbed her hands. “Elodie, listen to me. This is your chance. Do you know how rare this is? A proper job, a roof over your head, and safety. You’ve spent years here waiting and wondering what would become of you. This is a chance sent by the heavens. You’re not missing it—I won’t let you.” Elodie looked at her uncertainly. “But what if I fail? What if they don’t like me?” “Then you learn how to fit in

Jenny had dreamed of this moment. She couldn’t believe it was finally happening. In the quiet of her apartment, she had fantasized about Antoine’s strong hands on her body guiding her hips, stroking her, bending her to his will. She knew she was one of many women. There were rumors, but she didn’t care. She just wanted her turn in his arms, to feel him as she scratched his back. He pulled her closer, his mouth crashing down on hers in a kiss full of dominance and fire. Jenny melted against him, her hands fisting his shirt as his tongue invaded and claimed her. She tasted of mint and desire, and Antoine growled low in his throat. His hands roamed down her back to grip her ass, pulling her flush against his growing erection. “Please… take me,” she murmured against his lips, her fingers working at his tie, loosening it with eager tugs. Antoine chuckled, dark and velvety. “I know you’ve wanted me for some time. All those lingering looks in meetings—you think I don’t notice, but I

“I can’t allow myself to be this weak. I have to stand up for myself,” Elodie thought to herself as Antoine walked her to her room. She got to her room and fell asleep, having made a quiet resolution to be brave. The next day, when she stepped out of her room to start the day, she heard singing coming from the kitchen. It sounded like Suzy. She practically skipped forward and ran into her arms. “You’re here!” she exclaimed. “I am. The boss called me last night and gave me directions here. He said you needed company and that he needed all the help he could get. I tell you, that man really cares about you.” Elodie grinned, still staring at her friend’s face. “He did mention getting a new maid last night.” “You look better,” Suzy said, glancing over her shoulder as she whisked a bowl of batter. “You were pale as a ghost the last time I saw you.” Elodie chuckled softly, grabbing a dishcloth to wipe the counter. “I’m still recovering from the shock of being thrown into this new life.

She moved to the other machine and began her laundry as he did his. When he was done, he excused himself and walked away, the red panty burning a hole in his pocket. His cock couldn’t wait to wrap that nice G-string around it and stroke against it. The moment he got into his room, the door closed behind him. He pulled it from his pocket and pressed it to his nose. It hadn’t been washed yet; it still carried her scent, her wetness. His cock sprang free, half-hard and straining against the zipper of his work jeans. He didn’t bother turning on the light—the sun was still shining, creeping in through the window. He dropped into the armchair, ready to beat himself off. He freed his cock, hissing as the cool air kissed it, then unfolded the panty in his palm, staring at the damp crotch where her juices stained the fabric. He wrapped it around his shaft, the silk cool at first, then warming instantly to his heat. A slow stroke, base to crown, and the fabric caught on every ridge, every v

Suzy wore the standard maid’s uniform, but today the hem had crept two inches higher than regulation—and beneath it, nothing. No panties, no stockings. Just smooth skin and the cool kiss of air every time she moved. Her pulse thrummed with a steady, wicked beat. Mission: make him squirm. Luca’s door stood ajar. She nudged it open with her hip and stepped inside. Luca sat at the mahogany desk, shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled high. A book lay open before him, but he was watching her the moment she appeared. “Morning, sir,” Suzy said, letting her voice drip with honey. “Housekeeping. I’ll be quick.” He rose halfway, manners warring with something darker in his eyes. “I can step out—” “No need.” She set the bucket down with a soft clink. “You’re busy. I’ll work around you.” Luca hesitated, then sank back into the chair, jaw tight. It had been a long time since he’d buried himself between a woman’s thighs, and he was trying desperately to suppress the reaction threatening to betray