All Chapters of Forbidden Never Felt This Good: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

0012~ Luca ~I drove us back to the estate in silence, my knuckles white on the steering wheel, jaw clenched so tight I could feel the tension radiating up into my temples. The car still reeked of sex, her perfume mixed with sweat and the unmistakable musk of what we'd just done. My pants were damp, my shirt wrinkled beyond salvation, and I could feel the scratches she'd raked down my back burning beneath the fabric.I couldn't speak. Couldn't afford to say a single goddamn word right now.Because if I opened my mouth, I'd either apologize, which would be a lie since I wasn't sorry for a single second of what had just happened, or I'd tell her we were pulling over again so I could fuck her properly this time. Slower. Deeper. Until she understood that no other man would ever touch her again.My cock twitched at the thought, still half-hard despite having just emptied myself inside her twenty minutes ago. Cristo, she was destroying me. Unraveling every shred of control I'd spent fifte

0014~ Aria ~Two hours.I had two hours to prepare, and I was going to make every single minute count.I stood in front of my closet, rifling through options with ruthless efficiency. Professional, yes. But also undeniably sexy. This was a business meeting, after all, I needed to look the part of a serious businesswoman capable of running a luxury hotel empire. But maybe, just maybe, a small part of me wanted Luca to see exactly what he was missing. Wanted him to suffer through watching another man appreciate what he refused to claim publicly.My fingers landed on a black dress that made me smile.Perfect.The dress was Yves Saint Laurent, a masterpiece of tailoring that walked the razor's edge between boardroom and bedroom. Long sleeves, high neckline, hitting just above the knee. From the front, it was the picture of sophisticated professionalism. But the back... the back was pure sin. Cut so low it nearly reached my waist, exposing an expanse of smooth skin that would make any ma

0016 ~ Aria ~ The bass from the club’s sound system hit my chest before we even stepped onto the dance floor. It was a slow beat that vibrated right through the soles of my heels and into the floorboards. Jean-Paul took my right hand and placed his left hand firmly on the curve of my waist. His palm was warm against the bare skin exposed by the deep cut of my black dress. He was polite about it, not grabbing too hard, but holding me close enough that anyone looking would think we belonged together. We fell into the rhythm without saying a word. He was a good dancer. Smooth, steady, the kind of man who knew how to lead without stepping on your toes or making a fool of himself. He smiled down at me, his dark eyes bright under the dim lights of the club. Then, I turned around. I turned my back to him, stepping back until my shoulder blades pressed flat against the front of his jacket. I let my hips drop into the beat, moving side to side in slow, heavy rolls. I raised both hands,

0018 ~ Luca ~ I didn't sleep. Not even for a single goddamn minute. My mind wouldn't shut off. Kept replaying the evening on an endless loop, Jean-Paul's hands on her waist, her hips moving in those slow, sensual circles, the way she'd arched against him like she was offering herself. The kiss she'd pressed to his cheek, lingering just long enough to make it more than polite. Then the car incident. The way she'd pressed me against the door, her body flush against mine, every soft curve molded to hard muscle. Her hands pinning my wrists. Her hips rolling against me with that same devastating rhythm she'd used on the dance floor. Her breath hot against my neck as she'd whispered exactly what I'd been thinking, feeling, wanting to do. And then she'd stopped. Just... stopped. Left me hard and aching and completely fucking wrecked while she climbed into the back seat with that cool, professional mask firmly in place. I'd wanted to make her understand that she was mine, not Jean-

0020~ Aria ~"What's happening?" I asked, already pushing back from the table even as Luca moved toward me with predatory speed."Security breach. Multiple hostiles approaching the building." His hand closed around my wrist, firm, unyielding, already pulling me toward the door. "We're leaving. Now.""Wait… my files, the contracts…""Leave them."Jean-Paul stood abruptly, confusion and alarm warring on his face. "What kind of breach? Should I…""Stay here," Luca commanded without looking at him. "My men will handle your extraction separately. Move away from the windows."One thing I'd learned about my father and his organization over the years — before anything reached full crisis, they'd already positioned contingencies. Backup plans for the backup plans. Escape routes mapped, safe rooms prepared, protocols established for every conceivable threat.This wasn't chaos. This was controlled evacuation.Which somehow made it more terrifying.Luca didn't wait for my compliance. His hand re