Alle Kapitel von Forbidden Never Felt This Good: Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

0062~Luca~The Lyon number.I watched Aria pick it up and I stayed exactly where I was, close enough to hear her side of the conversation, reading her face the way I always read her face when something unknown is entering the situation.She answered. Listened. Her expression shifted through several things in quick succession, surprise, confusion, something that looked like recognition trying to form but not quite getting there."Who is this?" she said.A pause while she listened."I'm not sure I understand what you're implying." Another pause. Longer. "How do you have this number?"Her eyes moved to mine. I raised my eyebrows slightly. She shook her head once, meaning she didn't know yet, meaning she was still trying to piece it together.The call lasted about four minutes. By the end her expression had settled into the particular focused stillness she gets when she is processing something and hasn't decided what to do with it.She put the phone down."Well?" I said."A woman," she s

0064~Luca~ The hospital smell hit me before I was fully through the entrance. On my way here, I had gotten a call from Adele that Isabella was rushed to the hospital so here I am. I had driven fast without driving recklessly, which was its own kind of discipline, the part of me that wanted to push the car harder held back by the part that knew arriving in one piece was the actual priority. Adele had texted me twice during the drive with updates. Isabella was inside. She was conscious. She was scared.I found them on the second floor. Adele was in the corridor outside a room, still in her coat, the particular controlled expression of someone who has held it together through a crisis and is now in the immediate aftermath of that. She stood when she saw me."How is she?" I said before I reached her."Resting. The doctor has been in twice. It's a fever, high, but they've got it down significantly in the last hour." Adele kept her voice low and even. "She's been asking for you.""What h

0066~ Luca ~"Yes," she breathed, her eyes darkening as she pressed closer, her body molding to mine. "I want it. I want you."That was all it took. My mouth claimed hers in a kiss that was slow at first, savoring the taste of her, the way her lips parted for me. But the heat built quickly, tongues tangling, hands roaming. I backed her into the room fully, kicking the door shut behind us. The click of the lock echoed in the quiet estate, everyone else had long since gone to bed. It was just us, the night stretching out with no interruptions. We had time. All the time we needed.I pulled back slightly, my forehead resting against hers, breaths mingling. "No more talking about Pierre tonight."She nodded, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "No more talking at all?""Not unless it's you moaning my name." My hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips, pulling her flush against me. She gasped at the feel of my hardness pressing into her, and I smiled against her neck, nipping light

0068~Aria~Josie was mid-sentence when my phone buzzed on the desk.I glanced at it.Luca.Gym at 6. Don't be late.I stared at the message."What?" Josie said, reading my face through the screen."Luca wants me in the gym at six.""For training?""Apparently." I put the phone down. "I was planning a quiet evening.""It's four o'clock. You have two hours of quiet evening before the gym.""That's not the point.""What is the point?"I looked at the message again. The period after late was doing a lot of work. Very Luca. Very unbothered about whether this was convenient for me, delivered with the complete confidence of a man who already knew I was going to show up.I typed back. *I was hoping for a quiet evening.*His response arrived in under a minute. *You can have a quiet evening at seven. Gym at six.*I showed Josie the screen.She read it and smiled in the way she smiles when she finds something funnier than she's going to admit. "He's not asking.""He never asks.""And yet you're

0070~Aria~The vineyard was beautiful in the morning light.I had seen the photographs in the estate files, aerial shots, harvest records, the kind of documentation that tells you facts without telling you anything about how a place actually feels. Standing in the middle of it was different. The rows went on longer than I had expected, the vines still winter-bare but with the particular structure of something that knew what it was and was simply waiting for the right season.Pierre was already there when we arrived. He and Landon and two members of their agricultural team, all in practical clothes, standing near the estate manager Henri who I had met once briefly at the office. Pierre turned when he heard the car.He smiled. The easy one."Good morning," he said."Morning." I shook his hand and then Henri's and we got into it.The survey took most of the morning. Hendrick led us through the eastern plot first, the one with the growth potential, the one Pierre and I had discussed on t