All Chapters of Forbidden Never Felt This Good: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Chapter 1The professor's voice faded the moment Luca Moretti walked through the lecture hall door.Aria's pen stilled mid-sentence, her pulse suddenly loud in her ears. Six foot three of Italian lethality moved down the aisle with predatory grace, his dark suit tailored to perfection, gray eyes scanning the room until they locked on her.Four years since she'd last seen him, and her body still recognized him like a match to gasoline.Professor Hunter paused mid-lecture about corporate governance structures as Luca approached her row. “Excuse me,” Professor Hunter called out but Luca continued walking like Hunter was invisible. Students turned to stare. He commanded attention effortlessly, the kind of presence that made people instinctively straighten their spines."Miss Santoro." His accent rolled over her name like a caress and a threat. "I need you to come with me."Her stomach dropped even as heat pooled low in her belly. Nothing good ever came from her father sending his consig

Chapter 3Aria woke to an empty bed and the sound of the shower running.For a moment, she let herself savor the pleasant ache in her muscles, the memory of Luca's hands on her body, his mouth trailing fire across her skin. Then reality crashed back in, cold and unforgiving.What had she done?She sat up, pulling the sheet around herself, and spotted her clothes folded neatly on the chair. Her sweater, her jeans… everything she'd torn off in desperation last night. The careful organization felt like a rebuke.The shower cut off. Her stomach tightened.Luca emerged moments later, fully dressed in a fresh suit his dark hair damp and slicked back. He looked every inch the consigliere again: composed, controlled, untouchable.He didn't quite meet her eyes. "The jet is ready. We leave in forty minutes."That was it? That was all he had to say?"Luca…""Get dressed." His voice was flat, professional. "We're on a schedule."Something cold settled in her chest. "Are we really going to pretend

Chapter 5The conference room of Santoro Hotels' Paris headquarters was all glass and steel, thirty floors above the city. Aria sat at the head of the table in a black sheath dress that was perfectly professional — and absolutely not.The hem hit just above her knee. The neckline was a shade too low. And when she leaned forward to review the quarterly reports, she knew exactly what angle Luca had from his position by the door.She could feel his eyes on her like a physical touch."As you can see, Monsieur Beaumont," she said to the hotel manager across from her, "occupancy rates have dropped three percent over the last quarter. That's unacceptable."Beaumont shifted uncomfortably. He was fifty, experienced, and clearly didn't appreciate being lectured by a twenty-two-year-old woman, mafia princess or not."The market has been challenging, Mademoiselle Santoro. Tourism is…""Tourism to Paris is up seven percent." She tapped the report with one manicured nail. "Which means we're losing