All Chapters of FORBIDDEN DESIRES : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

EVA'S POV Clark's mouth came down on mine slowly at first, testing, like he was giving me one last chance to change my mind. Then I parted my lips and the kiss deepened, turning into hunger. His hands slid to my waist, pulling me flush against him.I felt every hard inch of him, felt the way he trembled when I moaned softly into his mouth.We moved without breaking the kiss, stumbling toward the living room until my back met the wall. Clark’s hands roamed up my sides, over the curve of my hips, then higher with his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. I arched into him moving my fingers through his still-damp hair.“God, you feel…” He broke the kiss only to trail his lips along my jaw and down my neck with his teeth grazing the sensitive spot where my pulse hammered. “So fucking perfect.”I gasped when he cupped my breast as his thumb circled my nipple until it went hard under his touch. I tugged at the hem of his t-shirt, desperate

EVA'S POV“What are you doing here Clark??" Clark’s eyes burned into mine, dark and intent, like he’d been starving for this moment all through dinner. He took another step forward, crowding me against the counter without touching me yet. The air between us thickened with everything we couldn’t say out there.“Clark,” I whispered, half warning, half plea. “We can’t…Not here.”He didn’t answer with words. Instead, his hand came up with his fingers tracing the line of my jaw, tilting my chin until I had no choice but to meet his gaze. “You’ve been driving me insane all night,” he murmured.“That dress….The way you look at me…. I couldn’t sit there another second.”Before I could protest and before I could think, he closed the distance. His mouth crashed onto mine,hot and demanding, swallowing any sound I might have made. I melted into it with my hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. God, he tasted like wine and forbidden things, his tongue sweeping in to claim me, tea

EVA'S POV “I can't marry you, Clark." Clark’s face went completely still as his eyes widened, mouth parted just enough that I could see the exact second the air left his lungs.I almost felt bad.Almost.Then he blinked .Once….Twice.And burst out laughing.Full, head-thrown-back, shoulders-shaking laughter that echoed off the glass walls of his office.I stared at him, heat crawling up my neck. “What the hell is so funny?”He wiped the corner of his eye, still chuckling as he rose to his feet. “God, your face…you actually thought…”He flipped the velvet box closed with a snap and tossed it casually onto his desk like it was a pack of gum.“Kidding….It’s my colleague’s…Marcus…he’s proposing to his girl tonight…panicked yesterday about the ring size, so I picked it up for him this morning and I wanted to see how it looked on a real hand before he chickened out again.”I exhaled so hard I nearly choked. “You absolute asshole.”I swatted his arm hard twice and he caught my wrist on

CLARK'S POV I hadn’t seen Eva in almost two weeks.Wedding prep, she’d said and dress fittings. Guest lists, venue walkthroughs and the usual excuses that kept piling up like bricks between us. I told myself it was fine….temporary.Once the circus died down, we could breathe again but the silence was starting to feel permanent.Yes this wedding between all four of us was a circus because I myself didn't understand it.So I decided to surprise her.Nothing big. Just a small velvet gift bag with the necklace I’d picked up in Milan last month…the one with the tiny sapphire that matched her eyes when she laughed. I’d even rehearsed the line in my head: “Thought you could use something that isn’t white lace and stress.” I was halfway out the door when the doorbell rang.Not once but hree sharp bursts.I opened it to find my entire family standing there like they’d coordinated the ambush.Mom, Celine, my elder sister with her designer sunglasses pushed into her hair, looking like she’

EVA’S POVThe drive home from Clark’s office blurred into a haze of red lights and honking horns I barely registered. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles ached, but it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart right there in traffic.He looked at me like I was nothing…like I was an interruption…a stranger.“Get out.”The words echoed in my head in a sharp and cold way slicing deeper each time.By the time I stumbled through my front door, the tears I’d been holding back finally broke free. I collapsed onto the couch, face buried in my hands, shoulders shaking.Humiliated..hurt and discarded.My phone buzzed. Christina.I answered on the second ring, voice thick. “Hey.”“Eva? What’s wrong? You sound like shit.”I spilled it all…the office, the meeting, the way he’d dismissed me like trash. By the end, I was sobbing again.“Oh, honey.” Christina’s voice softened. “Come over or I’ll come to you.”She showed up twenty minutes later with takeout and a bott