All Chapters of Forbidden Lust: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

22 Emilia “You rode his dick?" I slammed the volume button as every head in the cafeteria turned toward me. “You’re so loud,” I hissed into the phone at Nora who was laughing her ass off on the other end of the line. She had betrayed me by skipping school today, leaving me to navigate the cold world alone while Ronan followed me like a shadow. “I’m hanging up, Nora. Feel free to text me the next time you decide to abandon me,” I sighed, lifting my coffee to my lips. “I told you I’ve got the flu, Emi!” she sniffed, followed by an exaggerated cough. “And I have so much to tell you. I’m just glad that dickhead finally let you get a phone.” My cheeks burned.Nora didn't know half of what I’d had to do to get this phone in my hands. It had taken a lot of courage but the worst part was how much I’d liked the way he melted under my touch. “Bye, Nora,” I said, and hung up before she could pry any further. “You do know we have to leave soon” Ronan leaned down to whisper in my ear.

25 Raffaele I was in a high-stakes meeting over more than twenty-five percent of my missing inventory. But all it took was a striptease from the woman I was avoiding to send me racing back home like a man possessed. I released the back of her neck and skimmed my hand down her chest, beneath her full, bouncy tits. “I have a conference call,” I told her, still sucking at her neck. As if on cue, my phone rang noisily between us. “Video?” She was soaked. I could tell from the dampness spreading across my trousers. I shook my head. “I refuse to see people’s faces past 7 p.m.” “You’re seeing my face now.” “You’re an exception, wife.” She pushed her breasts toward my mouth and I latched on eagerly. There was something about calling her my wife that made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t understand. Which was why I disappeared. “De Luca,” I answered, roughly yanking her nightgown down to free more of her breasts. While the representative of the German mafia droned on about th

24EmiliaA whole week.One whole week since Rafaelle fucked me and tossed me out like I meant nothing.I haven’t seen him. I haven't heard from him.The saddest part was I was still waiting.“But at the end of the day, what were you expecting, Emilia?” Nora said through the phone, giving me a slow 360 of her new jeans.I popped another grape into my mouth. “I don’t know,” I sighed, rolling onto my stomach.My body still ached, and annoyingly enough he hadn’t lied.I really did feel him every time I took a step.“That definitely makes your ass pop,” I said, and she squealed, doing a little twerk for me that made me giggle.“How’s my mom and dad?” I asked. My chest tightened as Adrian crossed my mind, and guilt settled heavy enough that I didn’t say his name out loud.“They’re good, girl,” Nora said, peeling the jeans off and flopping back onto her bed. “I still don’t get why you won’t just use the phone and add their contacts in.”I shook my head. Rafaelle was unpredictable and I wa

28 Raffaele I was sick. Probably on the verge of death. That was the only explanation for why I was still smiling at the thought of her slapping me after I kissed her. “What do you guys think?” I said quietly. Every head in the room turned to me. “About what boss?” Ronan asked. “The drug shipment?” One of his men asked. “The last guy I had to kill?” Theo asked. I shook my head. “Women” They all burst out laughing but I wasn’t telling a joke. The laughter didn’t last. One by one, they caught my expression, and their grins faltered. “Oh, you’re not kidding?” Theo said. Fuck. Their reactions were justified. I sounded like a fool. I cleared my throat. “Get back to work and track my products. I’m going home,” I said, standing to grab my keys. “Still going to see her family today? Need me to drive?” Ronan asked. “No, I’m good. Come in a different car later with some of the men.” I pulled out my phone and opened Emilia’s contact, sending another text to add to the doz

30EmiliaSex toys and ice cream dripping on my nipples wasn't how I'd spend my typical Friday morning.The vanilla ice cream slid over my breast, the chill sending a shiver through my spine.“You’re so wet for me already,” Raffaele growled, sliding another finger inside me slowly, giving me just enough friction to make me whimper without cumming.Raffaele spent more than one night in my room, and eventually, the sexual frustration spilled over.“Raffaele, I have a test in less than thirty minu—oh.”My words died in my throat when he pinched the back of my thigh, spreading me wider, the toy still buried deep inside me.But unlike the last time we fucked, this time, there were rules.“I’ll make you cum in less than ten,” he groaned, pulling back to stroke himself.He kissed a trail up my body until he reached my neck, pointedly avoiding my lips.That was the first rule: no kissing. We both agreed it was too intimate for what this was.Well, he suggested it, and I just agreed. It was ea