All Chapters of Forbidden Lust: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

2Raffaele (rahf-FAH-eh-leh)“Dispose of their bodies,” I said to my men, using a towel to clean my knife, still stained with their blood.I can’t help what I am. A killer. Violence raised me, and expectation perfected me.The blood on my hands wasn’t shame, it was proof.“Yes, sir,” they chorused, already moving expertly.Those who made mistakes under my reign didn’t live long enough to correct them.I headed straight for my bedroom door, already knowing what waited behind it.Two naked girls.My pulse still thrummed from the kill. A part of me should have felt something else but there was nothing.I always needed to release tension after a kill.And more often than not, I preferred it to be sexual.My footsteps echoed down the hall, and I deliberately avoided the framed photos of my father and brother. They were reminders of what had been lost, reminders of why I carried this life alone and I didn't need to feel the guilt right now. Not today. The hall was minimalist and quiet,

4Emilia "Nora" I tapped my best friend, but she was already distracted, shoving her tongue down the throat of yet another stranger. My rebellion was already draining me.My breasts were practically exposed in the dress Nora put me in, my feet were killing me from the heels, and the loud music was giving me a headache.It was a club disguised as a party.I missed my quiet study sessions and my room.“Screw this,” I muttered, heading for the exit.I’d just wait in the car until Nora finished whatever she came here to do. I had the keys anyway.“Come on beautiful, let’s dance,” a shirtless guy lunged at me, but I moved away just as he reached for my waist.“I have a boyfriend,” I said, finally sighing in relief when I hit the fresh air outside.My father had granted me a bit of independence with no bodyguards here in Italy. It was his way of apologizing for the forceful relocation and honestly I didn’t even mind.At least I didn’t look strange with two big men standing behind me lik

6EmiliaI'm a shitty person.I was on the phone with my boyfriend and my mind kept drifting to moments I shared with another man.“So basically we had all these buildings and—” Adrián’s voice droned on from the other end of the phone.I murmured at the right moments, though my attention had already slipped. My eyes traced the room from the bed, to the chair to the nightstand.And there it was.The vibrator Nora had bought me gleamed like a quiet promise my body noticed before my mind could. “Totally,” I responded to whatever Adrián said, while my hand stretched toward the vibrator. The moment my fingers brushed it, heat pooled low in my stomach.This wasn’t cheating, right? I just needed something, anything, to replicate the rush I felt that night.I pressed the toy against my wetness, groaning as the vibrations pulsed through me.No, this wasn’t cheating. I was just exploring myself. Besides, I was chasing a feeling, not a person.My hips rolled instinctively, grinding down onto i

8EmiliaI was burning, but freezing.Cold wrapped around me while my lungs ached with hot pressure as I tried to breathe.“Thank God you’re not dead,” a voice said as my eyes fluttered open.My eyes hurt as I tried to adjust to the light in the room. White tiles. A ceiling fan. The place resembled a bathroom, but my thoughts were still lagging behind my vision.My clothes clung to me, drenched and cold.I’d been running. I made it to a cabin and then....The sharp ringing in my head made me clutch it as my eyes focused on the man in front of me.The cabin.I remembered now. I remembered him.“You hit me at the back of the head!” I yelled as soon as I connected the dots.He was the same man who’d been with Raffaele when I took him to that weird furniture store.“Well,” he said mildly, smiling like this was a casual misunderstanding, “technically, I tried to gently bring you back. But then you bit me, tripped on a rock, and hit your head on a tree.”He shrugged.“Honest accident.”“I’m