All Chapters of FORBIDDEN DESIRES : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Warning!! Explict content ahead, do not go any further if you are not ready for filthy and extreme sex scenes. Beware of Smut and steamy content. Back off now, before it is too late! CHAPTER ONE HARPER'S POV It was my nineteenth birthday and everyone had gone home except for Maverick, who was still downstairs with my dad finishing the last of the good whiskey the way they always did after these things. I could hear their voices through the floor, low and comfortable, my dad laughing at something. I had been up here for twenty minutes and nobody had noticed I was gone.I sat on the edge of my bed in the little black dress I wore to dinner and thought about the way Maverick looked at me tonight.He had been looking at me differently for months now. I noticed it first at my dad's Fourth of July party last summer, the way his eyes would find me across a room and stay a beat too long before he pulled them away. He was always so careful about it. Always making sure he look

CHAPTER THREE HARPER'S POV The bed was cold on his side when I woke up.I stretched my hand out and pressed my palm flat against the empty space beside me and held it there. The sheets were cool. He had been gone long enough for the warmth to leave completely. I lay on my back, stared at the ceiling, listened to the house, and told myself it was fine. He was probably downstairs. He was not the kind of man who disappeared without a word twice.I hoped he was not that kind of man.I sat up slowly and hissed at the ache that moved through my thighs and settled deep in my lower stomach, that particular soreness that was brand new to my body and entirely his doing. I pressed my hand flat against my stomach, breathed through it, and looked around the bedroom in the grey morning light.My dress was on the floor where he had dropped it. My underwear was somewhere near the foot of the bed. I reached down, picked them up, stood there completely bare in the middle of his bedroom, think

ACE POV I walked into Gilt at half past ten on a Thursday evening after spending seventy two hours inside a boardroom.I rode up forty two floors, stepped out into the dim warm interior of the club, and handed my coat to the attendant without looking at her. I walked to the corner booth I used every time I came here and dropped into the leather seat.I stretched my legs under the table and loosened my tie. I flagged down a waitress, ordered a whiskey I did not particularly want, pulled my phone from my jacket pocket and opened the Hargrove file.I read the same paragraph three times and retained none of it.I put the phone down.The stage at the front of the room held a dancer I vaguely recognised from a previous visit. Technically accomplished. Leaving me completely cold. I looked away, picked up my whiskey, turned it in my hand and stared at nothing in particular.The music changed.Something happened to the room.I could not have explained it precisely. The noise level did not cha

FREYA'S POV INTRO!!I had dreamed about this night for three years.Not the way girls dreamed about weddings or careers or the life they were going to build. I dreamed about him. Madden Cruz. The man my father called the devil and my mother refused to speak about at dinner. The man whose name made grown men lower their voices and whose face I had seen exactly twice before tonight, once at my cousin's funeral and once through a car window when I was seventeen and too young to understand what the feeling in my stomach meant.I understand it now.He is going to ruin me, I thought, standing outside the door of the room they had prepared for me in his compound. And I have been waiting for it.My family presented me to him the way people presented things of value. Formally. In his sitting room with my father doing the talking and my mother sitting rigid in her chair and me standing there in the white dress they had chosen, my hands loose at my sides, my face composed into something th

HEADS UP He was paid to keep her safe from everyone else. Nobody told him the biggest threat would be the way she looked at him.CHAPTER ONEZARA’S POV Soft music drifted through the ballroom, low enough to sit underneath conversation without interrupting it, and the air smelled like fresh flowers and expensive perfume and the kind of evening that looks perfect from the outside and feels like work from the inside.I was on my fourth glass of wine, which was two glasses more than I usually allowed myself at events like this, but the conversations kept circling back to business and investments and my father's latest acquisition and I needed something to do with my hands.Damien was nearby. He was always nearby. I didn't need to look to know exactly where he was standing because after six months of him being my shadow I had developed something close to a sixth sense for his presence. The stillness he carried into every room. The way people unconsciously gave him space without knowing