《Forbidden Pleasures: Hot Collection 》全部章節：第 151 章 - 第 160 章

Forbidden Pleasures Twisted Guardian 7 Claimed In The Glass The next morning, the air inside the penthouse felt incredibly thick, almost like smoke that was too heavy to breathe. Leo’s promise from the night before was still hanging over me, making my heart beat fast before I even got out of bed. He stood right behind me in front of the big mirror while I got dressed for work. His hands were large and warm, and he placed them firmly on my hips, holding me in place so I couldn’t turn away. The skirt he had chosen for me from the closet was dangerously short. It was a black, tailored piece of fabric that barely reached the middle of my thighs, and every time I took a small step, the hem teased the very bottom curve of my backside. True to his word, he had made sure I wore absolutely nothing underneath it. As I walked around the room, the cool air of the apartment brushed against my bare skin with every single step I took. It was a constant, intense reminder of exactly who contr

Forbidden Pleasures Twisted Guardian 9 The Date The intense tension inside the busy office had gradually become almost completely unbearable for my nerves. Over the past several days, Marcus Hale had been finding more and more excuses just to come over and talk to me. What usually started out as a simple, casual greeting in the long hallway would quickly turn into short, pleasant conversations by the employee coffee station in the break room. Marcus was incredibly kind, he was genuinely funny, and he always treated me like a normal young woman my age. When I was talking to him, I did not feel like a dirty little secret or a forbidden toy that was being hidden away from the world. He made me feel human again, and that was a feeling I had been desperately missing. On a warm Wednesday afternoon, a rare opportunity finally presented itself. Leo had to leave the main office building to attend an important external meeting with some wealthy city investors downtown, which meant I

Forbidden Pleasures Twisted Guardian 11 Surrender The thick, agonizing tension inside the sprawling penthouse had gradually become entirely unbearable for my raw nerves. For three long, agonizing days, Leo had walked through the rooms like a cold, silent shadow, his dark presence completely filling the space even when he didn't utter a single syllable. Marcus Hale had continued to send occasional text messages of gentle concern to my phone, and each little notification that lit up the screen only made the atmosphere in the apartment significantly worse. Every single time the device buzzed or illuminated the glass coffee table, I could physically feel Leo’s intense, burning gaze locking onto me from across the room. The toxic jealousy that had always driven his behavior had clearly mutated over the last seventy-two hours into something far darker, heavier, and more destructive—a quiet, eating rage that seemed to be actively consuming him from the inside out. On a quiet Satu

Forbidden Pleasures Twisted Guardian 13 The Spark Returns That night, the massive penthouse felt colder and more empty than it ever had before. I absolutely could not stop thinking about Leo’s defeated sigh in the office lobby earlier that afternoon. The tragic way his strong shoulders had dropped forward haunted my mind. The raw pain that had flashed across his handsome face before he quickly covered it up with his cold professional mask was burned into my memory. I lay awake in my bed for hours and hours, tossing and turning beneath the sheets, while my mind and my body fought a violent war against each other. The truth was that I missed him desperately. God, I missed him so much that it felt like a physical ache in my chest. It was not just the intense physical intimacy that I missed—though my bare body craved the rough weight of his large hands, the gravelly sound of his deep voice commanding me, and the breathtaking way he filled me so completely. I missed the pure

Forbidden Pleasures My Father’s Best Friend 1 Arrival I drove my car up the long gravel driveway as the stones made a loud crunching sound under the tires. It was late in the afternoon, and the sun was low in the sky behind the hills, painting the lake in bright, warm shades of yellow gold and orange amber across the water. The lake was big and very still as I stopped the car and looked at my family’s house. It was a very large house right by the water, and it looked exactly the same as I remembered. It was grand but also old and weathered from the wind and rain, featuring a wide porch that went all the way around the sides. The walls were made of dark wood, and there was a long private wooden dock that went out into the calm water like an invitation to come and walk on it. This summer was supposed to be my big escape after a very hard and tiring second year at the university where I had been exhausted from studying and stressed from all the people. My plan was simple, invol