All Chapters of Forbidden Lust: Chapter 121 - Chapter 127

121EnzoThe first time I orgasmed, it felt like I had opened a portal into an entirely new world. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming in a way I hadn’t known was possible.That’s exactly how I would describe being with Sophia. Even without the sex, she had that same effect on me. She was all-consuming.“I’ll call you later, okay baby?” I murmured into the phone, my eyes lifting just in time to see Raffael approaching.“Be safe, okay? Let me know if anything happens,” she said, and my chest did that warm, annoying little flip again. The kind I never really got used to.Sure, people cared about my wellbeing, but it was always because I was supposed to take over after my father. Emilia cared too, in her own way but it was different. Protective. Familiar. Like I was something she’d already decided she couldn’t lose.Sophia… cared for me. Not duty. Not an obligation. Just her. And that made it worse in the best possible way.I love you. It was on the tippiest tip of my tongue to say

123RaffaelIt’s a hospital, don’t cause a scene.It’s a hospital, don’t cause a scene.It’s a hospital, don’t cause a scene.I kept repeating it under my breath like a prayer, like something holy enough to hold me together as I paced the hallway. The ice pack pressed to my temple had long since melted, cold water trailing down my skin, but I didn’t move it.I definitely did not faint at the sight of all that blood.“I could just buy the building. They can’t fucking tell the boss no,” I muttered, my voice low but edged with something sharp, something close to breaking.Enzo didn’t even look at me. He just stood there, staring at the wall like it had personally offended him, like it owed him answers it wasn’t giving.“Yeah, yeah, sure… I’ll take the coffee,” he said absently, dragging a hand down his face, his eyes still unfocused.I scoffed softly, but it died in my throat as my gaze snapped back to the door. The same door they had wheeled her through. The same door that had swallow

125EmiliaI hit the fucking jackpot by being married to a man for love, for looks, and most especially, for money.I wasn’t raised to struggle, and I wasn’t about to start now.“Are you supposed to be drinking that, Mrs. De Luca?” Nora asked from the top of the yacht, and I rolled my eyes, downing the glass of champagne anyway.The sun kissed my skin just right, the ocean stretching endlessly around us, calm and expensive.God, I should definitely visit the South of France more often. They have good as fuck wine.“I have enough breast milk pumped to sustain my favorite spawns of Satan for at least four days.Besides, a glass or two won’t hurt,” I called back, lifting the glass slightly.Nora threw her head back and laughed, clutching her stomach. It echoed across the water, blending with the soft hum of the yacht.Sophia hopped out from the back, giggling, her hair a mess from the wind, holding up what looked like a… fucking fish. She grinned like she’d just won a war, eyes glassy,

127RonanThe boss was a good-as-fuck liar when he was high, I’d give him that much.It was also, quite possibly, my fault the drugs had entered his system in the first place.Emilia would have barged through those doors by now if he’d breathed a word of what went down.“So, like... you and your boyfriend role-play with one of you being drug—” Enzo’s voice cut off into a guttural groan when one of my men dumped a liter of alcohol over his bullet wound.“Shut the fuck up and let him stitch you,” I whisper-yelled.Enzo didn’t argue. He just grabbed the bottle, took a massive swig of the remaining tequila, and squeezed his eyes shut.We were drowning in problems, and the worst part was that they were all new. Adrian being dead was a problem we thought we’d buried and sealed in the dirt. Turns out, we should have left Italy for his Spanish roots much sooner.“How long till he finds out it was Emi?” Enzo panted, his face paling as the needle began to bite.His jaw tightened with every pull