All Chapters of Forbidden Lust: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

N/B : Amber is first mentioned in chapter 1741RaffaelWhy the fuck was she smiling at the waiter?I felt my jaw tighten, every muscle in my body coiling like a spring.“You’re going to break that fucking glass if you keep clenching it,” Theos whispered, snapping my attention back to the table.I exhaled slowly, forcing the tension out of my shoulders but my eyes didn’t leave her.The dons were watching.Some oblivious, still deep in their own conversations.“Gentlemen,” I smiled. “Where were we?”“We were talking about doing business together, señor,” one of them said to me.I stared at him, trying to put a name to his face.“Alex. American mafia,” Theo whispered in my ear.“Alex! Of course, send me an email.” I extended my hand for a firm handshake.He chuckled, thanked me repeatedly, and moved on to speak with someone else.I leaned back in my chair, my eyes snapping back to Emilia.She was smiling with one of the other wives.This gathering had over 150 cartel members from aroun

43EmiliaIt would’ve been a lot easier to stay mad at Raffaele if he wasn’t buried between my legs at three in the morning. “You feel so good, Tempesta,” he moaned from behind me, biting into my earlobe.The alcohol had worn off, but the questions remained. He still wouldn’t tell me whose blood was on his suit, or why the fuck he’d sent me off with Amber when he had slept with her before. “I’m still mad about yesterday,” I breathed out, tilting my head to give him more access to suck on my neck.His hand cupped my breasts and yet again, I was surprised at how hot they were.He’d been burning up with what felt like a fever since he came into my room and even yesterday, before the gathering, I'd noticed it.“Let me give you an orgasm so you can forget about being mad, baby,” he grunted, starting to thrust faster inside me.I cried out, gripping the headboard while my breasts bounced from the speed of him.“This is just a one-night thing, Raffael. I mean I—”I was cut off when his dic

45EmiliaI was happy.Genuine, actual happiness.The kind that only ever exists right before everything breaks.“No fucking way. All she had to do was kiss him,” Raffaele groaned at the TV, and I giggled at his outrage.“Shut up and watch the movie.”The last two Saturdays had quietly turned into a tradition.Movies. Every night.Well, I watched while he curled into me, half-asleep, warm and heavy.“Shit,” he winced when I leaned into him.I paused the movie instantly, sitting up.“Emi, wait—” he started, but I was already reaching for the remote.The lights in the movie room flicked on all at once.I sat up in the chair, folding my arms across my chest.“Take your shirt off, Raffaele.”He started shaking his head immediately.“Emilia, I don’t—”“Did I fucking stutter?” I snapped.His mouth clicked shut and Slowly, he pulled his shirt up and over his head.“Oh my God,” I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth as the sight of him hit me all at once.“Emilia—”I lifted a finger, my eyes a

47EmiliaThe sound surprised me more than the body hitting the floor.I would’ve shot him twice if I’d had more time to think.That was the part that scared me the most.“Emilia. Emilia.”Raffaele’s voice reached me from somewhere far away, but I couldn’t look away from the body bleeding out in front of me.“I—I did that,” I whispered.I heard him curse before he went to stand directly in front of the body.He pulled out his gun and fired into it until it started clicking, empty.“I did that,” he said quietly. “Not you, my sweet girl. Not you.”Only when the silence settled again did he come back to me, lowering himself to my level like he was afraid of startling me.His hands cupped my face, warm and steady, thumbs brushing beneath my eyes.“Look at me, Emilia,” he murmured.I tried but my vision blurred instead.He cradled my head against his shoulder, and only then did I realize how badly I was shaking.“He tried to t-touch me, a-and—”“Shh,” Raffaele murmured, rocking us back an

49EmiliaI’m so stupid.Fucking utterly stupid.Who says something like that in the middle of… God.I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I could rewind time the whole of yesterday and swallow the words before they ever left my mouth.“Fuck,” I cursed when a streak of red paint slashed violently across the green of my canvas.Why can’t anything just go right?“Is there a problem?” my professor asked.I forced a small smile and shook my head, already reaching for my palette to try to paint over the mistake.“Why did we have to leave through the back?” I whispered to Ronan, who stood beside me.He had followed me to school so often that my professors had stopped questioning it. Most days, they even handed him a spare canvas just to keep him occupied.His hand paused mid-stroke over what looked like a flower before he answered.“Nothing serious, Emilia.”The hesitation in his voice was anything but reassuring.I sighed, absently twisting my wedding ring as I stared at my unfinished painting