Lahat ng Kabanata ng 30 Shades Of Forbidden Lust : A Collection Of Tales: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Chapter – 0010Lorenzo POVThe encrypted flash drive was sitting on my desk like a live grenade.I’d found it hidden in the lining of the bag she’d brought from the safehouse. My tech guy cracked it in twenty minutes. Coordinates. Dates. Coded fucking messages Isabella had sent in the first week right after I dragged her home with my cum still dripping down her thighs.She’d played me.I stormed into the bedroom. Isabella was reading by the fire, wearing nothing but one of my black button-ups. Her legs were bare, hair loose, looking too fucking innocent for what she’d done.She looked up and smiled — until she saw my face.“Lorenzo?”I grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall. “You lied to me.”Her eyes widened. “What are you…”I shoved the printed transcripts in her face. Every message. Every betrayal. Her face went ghost white.“I stopped,” she whispered, voice cracking. “After that night when you edged me for hours… I stopped. I swear on my life.”I laughed, cold

Chapter – 0012Isabella POVI stood in the DeLuca mansion’s private study wearing nothing but a sheer black robe and heels.Carlo DeLuca’s successor — his ruthless nephew, Matteo — sat behind the massive desk, eyes devouring me like fresh meat.“You really came,” he said, voice thick with lust and victory. “Rossi’s little pet, offering herself up to save his crumbling empire.”My stomach twisted, but I kept my chin high. “You release your claim on his territories in the south side. All of them. In return… I’m yours. Fully. I’ll marry you if you want. Just let him live.”Matteo smiled coldly and stood up. “Strip. Let me see what I’m getting.”My hands shook as I let the robe fall. I was completely naked underneath. His gaze burned across my breasts, my stomach, the faint bruises Lorenzo had left on my hips.He stepped closer, grabbing my breast roughly. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you in front of him.”I forced myself not to flinch. This was the only way. Lorenzo’s empire was bleeding

Chapter – 0014Lorenzo POVNo more gunfire. No more rivals breathing down our necks. With Matteo dead and the DeLucas scattered, the city was ours. Isabella stood on the rooftop terrace in nothing but my white dress shirt, unbuttoned, the Chicago wind whipping it open to reveal her perfect body. My wife. My queen.I came up behind her, already hard, and wrapped my arms around her waist.“We did it, baby,” I murmured, kissing her neck. “Forever.”She leaned back into me, grinding her ass against my cock. “Forever,” she whispered.I bent her over the wide marble railing, yanked the shirt up, and thrust into her soaked pussy in one deep stroke. She moaned loud, pushing back like the perfect addict she’d become.“Fuck me harder, husband,” she begged.I gave her everything — pounding her raw under the night sky, one hand choking her throat, the other rubbing her clit. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around me like it was made for me. She came twice, screaming my name, gushing down my ball

Chapter – 0002Damien POVMost women who accidentally walked in on me balls-deep in another man’s wife would have disappeared before the elevator even reached the lobby. But not her. Elena Voss, the name she gave me during her rushed interview at one in the morning, had stared straight at my cock slamming into Claire’s dripping pussy like she wished it was her.Now it was 7:45 p.m. the next day, and she was still here. Still in my office. Still pretending she wasn’t soaked for me.“Mr. Vale, the Tokyo projections are on your desk,” she said, her voice clipped and professional. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun, but a few loose strands framed her face. She wore a modest black pencil skirt and white blouse that did nothing to hide her full breasts or the curve of her ass. Professional, yes. Fuckable? Absolutely.I leaned back in my leather chair and watched her move around. She had been efficient all day, almost too efficient. She followed every sharp command without compla

Chapter – 0004 Damien POV The board meeting had been a bloodbath. Three executives tried to challenge the Meridian acquisition. I destroyed them verbally and then financially. By the end, the room reeked of fear and defeat. Exactly how I liked it. Elena had sat in the corner taking notes, quiet and composed. But I noticed the way her thighs pressed together every time I raised my voice. I didn't know if she was horny or something else. The way her breath hitched when I looked at her. She was wound so tight she was about to snap. I wasn’t in the mood for games tonight. “Penthouse. Now,” I ordered the second we stepped into the private elevator. No driver. No security. Just us. The moment the doors closed, I was on her. I slammed her against the mirrored wall and kissed her like I wanted to devour her soul. My hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back so I could bite down her throat. “Damien,” she gasped. “Shut up.” I shoved her dress up to her waist and ripped her