All Chapters of Forbidden Flame: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Nico tightened the belt around my neck and forced my head up as he leaned over my body, his lips brushing against my ear. "If you let go, I won't let you come. Do you understand?"Good God, no. He pulled the belt back further, and I almost gagged from the pressure around my throat. "I asked, do you understand? "Yes... sir," I whispered, my voice barely audible.One hard jab, and he was inside me. If it weren't for the belt around my throat, I would have screamed. Being unable to make a sound forced me to endure the pleasure in silence, which only intensified everything I was feeling.He plunged deeper, harder, causing pain and pleasure to ricochet up my spine and crash between my legs in an explosion of decadent sensations."You feel that, my pet? That inferno blazing through your soul? The fire burning inside your core? Do you feel my possession straight to your bones?" Another hard thrust, his palm slamming mercilessly on my thigh. I bit into my bottom lip, tasting my own blood. He

NICO POVWhat in the ever.loving fuck was that?I couldn't completely process what had just happened. I stood there, staring at the damn door, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. At first, I thought for sure she was playing games, trying to trick me. It made sense. Being a Falcone, one of the most powerful families in New York, her father would have prepped her on these things, taught her how to handle herself when things got tough.But now? I wasn't so sure. The way she reacted the expression on her face when I told her Nikolai was dead one couldn't fake that. Either she was telling the truth, or she was one hell of an actress. Our families had never crossed paths until Nikolai's death. They knew nothing of the outfit and clearly underestimated us by thinking they could get away with murdering one of our own. They had no clue what it meant to be a powerful Mafia family. It wasn't just about ruling and throwing weight around. It wasn't a motherfucking gang dabbling in d

NICO POVWatching the fear spread across her face her eyes widening as she tried to process what I just revealed was one of those moments I would wrap with a bow of gold and safely place in a drawer at the back of my mind, cherishing it forever.This would be one of many moments I'd remember in ten, twenty, or even thirty years' time, thinking of how fucking great it felt to exact my revenge.People say revenge doesn't cure, that justice doesn't heal, but I beg to differ. It's only been a day, and I can already feel my blackened soul starting to rise out of the ashes as I witness the dread of the unknown wrack through Lila Falcone body.Sunshine. The devil woman standing before me will burn in hell once I'm done with her that's if there's anything left to burn. She and every goddamn Falcone will suffer my wrath. None of them will come out of this unharmed or unscathed.They will all pay.They killed no, murdered my brother in cold blood because they thought they were better than us. B

I leaned back in the chair, watching lila on the thirty-two inch monitor. I had a state of the art security system installed once my mind was made up about what I wanted to do. Wanted...needed...had no fucking choice.Same damn thing.It's been hours since she tore up the bread and placed it with the finger in the gift box. I had to admit, I did not think she would have the guts to go near that finger, let alone pick it up. But yet again, Lila managed to surprise me by proving me wrong.After placing the box in front of the door she got onto the bed and hadn't moved since. She just sat there against the headboard with her legs pulled up, leaning her head back, or on her arms. She didn't even cry anymore, and I noticed that her body had stopped shaking.The entire time I watched her I kept on wondering if I had been wrong about her. When I put this plan in motion, I thought for sure I had this woman all figured out. She was the creative type who easily lost herself to the depths of her