Lahat ng Kabanata ng LUSTily : Diff. Forbidden Love Stories: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“Please…” The word slipped out before she could stop it. She didn’t even know what she was begging for anymore. Ronan gave her exactly what she hadn’t asked for in words. He pushed her the rest of the way down onto the bed in one smooth motion, following her weight until his knee braced between her thighs and his mouth found the side of her neck, more like he was tasting the salt and liquor still clinging to her skin. His teeth grazed, then bit down just hard enough to make her gasp and arch involuntarily. “That’s it,” he murmured. His hands were everywhere at once, his calloused palms skating down her ribs, his thumbs hooking under the lingerie still clinging to her hips, dragging it down with patience while his mouth moved lower. He sucked a bruise into the swell of her breast, hard enough that she cried out, her fingers scrabbling uselessly at his shoulders. The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider an

"I don't think 'bullying' is the problem, Mother," Ronan’s voice broke in, a low, smooth drawl that made Rissa’s entire body stiffen. She looked up, and for a split second, she caught his eye. He was smirking, a dark, knowing glint in his expression as his eyes dropped pointedly to the high collar of her blouse. "Maybe she's just a little... overwhelmed," Ronan continued, his voice dropping to that gravelly octave from the night before. "Isn't that right, La… oh, Rissa? It was a very long night for everyone." Rissa’s fork clattered against her porcelain plate. She tried to keep her hands steady, but the way Ronan said long night made her skin crawl with a mix of terror and a heat she refused to acknowledge. "I’m just tired," Rissa stammered, focusing intently on a piece of melon. "The house was... loud last night from.. the wind." "The wind?" Ronan echoed, his voice dripping with mock curiosity. He stood up, his tall, broad frame casting a shadow over the table as he circled tow

“What the hell, Ronan? Do you even realize I’m your brother’s wife and you are touching me this way?” Rissa maliciously whispered, her voice trembling with venom and terror. She wanted to remind him of the invisible line he was crossing, but the words felt thin between them.Ronan grip tightened just a fraction, his body molding even closer to hers until she could feel the steady, thumping heat of his chest against her own.“I know exactly who you are, Rissa,” he rasped, his gaze dropping to her lips before snapping back to her wide, panicked eyes. “You’re the woman Finn ignores.” He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, mocking the distance she tried to maintain. “Does he even know the color of your eyes when the lights are off? Does he know the sound you make when you’ve lost your mind? No. But I do.”“You’re sick,” she spat, though her strength was flagging. The way he looked at her like he was seeing every dark, hidden part of her soul made her feel more exposed than being n

Ever since the day they left her parents' house, the atmosphere had shifted from a cold war to a silent, suffocating siege.Ronan hadn't spoken a single word to her during the drive back or in the days that followed, she knew he could be busy with work and whatever he does, but she felt uncomfortable. After all she didn’t trust Ronan to keep quiet.Finally, the silence broke her.“Can we talk?” Rissa asked as she approached him in the main gallery. Her voice felt small but firm.“Sure.” He smirked, not even bothering to look up from the gold lighter he was flicking open and shut. Snap. Click. Snap. Click. “But I don’t think you’ll love to have that convo here.”He pointed lazily around the halls. A gardener was visible through the floor to ceiling windows, and the soft footsteps of a valet echoed from the floor above. Every corner of this house was a stage, and Rissa was tired of the performance.“Then where?” she whispered, her hands shaking at her sides.Ronan stood up straight, his

“I told you to drink, but not too much, and you didn’t listen,” Ronan whispered, as he pulled Rissa from the seat where she had finally passed out.His friends hooted and whistled but Ronan didn’t give them a second glance. He simply gave them a sharp, knowing wink and led her away from the noise and toward the private suites upstairs.“It’s your fault... for teasing me,” Rissa slurred, her head lolling helplessly onto his shoulder. The world was spinning and the only thing that felt solid was the hard, steady heat of Ronan’s body against hers.Ronan kicked open the door to a dimly lit suite, the heavy silence of the room swallowing the muffled beat of the club below. He tossed her onto the expansive bed, letting her fall face flat into the plush bed. He stood over her for a moment, watching the way the skimpy black dress had ridden up her thighs, before he reached down and flipped her over to face him.He leaned in, his hands bracing the mattress on either side of her head, smirking