All Chapters of His Forbidden Mistress: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The night air felt unusually cold as Serena stepped out of the restaurant. She tightened her jacket around herself as she shivered and glanced at the paper bag in her hand.Mia's burger.A small smile touched her lips."No matter how tired I am," she murmured, "I promised."The streets of New Orleans buzzed with distant music and flashing neon lights. Most people were heading home after a long night of laughter and drinking, shoulders loose, and faces flushed with warmth. Serena wished she could do the same. Instead, her mind went to rent, electricity and the grocery for next week with victor's debt sitting at the bottom of everything.The city's jazz music filled through the open doors of a nearby bar, sweet and mournful at the same time. A couple walked past her, with their fingers intertwined, laughing at something only they understood.Serena looked away. She couldn't remember the last time she had laughed like that. She turned into the quiet corner sidewalk that led toward her bus

“That’s not what I do,” she said as she stood up, her voice husky and edged with a defiance that made something twitch inside him.It wasn’t just the words that stirred him, it was the way she said them. Her tone drew a line he was forbidden to cross, and that made it all the more tempting. Suddenly, Daniel stood, drawn to her like a moth to flame, his tall frame closing the distance between them.Serena didn’t retreat, but her body tensed. Her breath hitched as he stopped just inches away. The air between them crackled, thick with tension. He could smell her jasmine, laced with rebellion. It was intoxicating.He lifted a hand, almost instinctively, reaching for hers.“Don’t,” Serena warned, her voice low and firm as she stepped back. Daniel’s pulse raced, not from anger, but from the thrill of her resistance.'Denial is foreign to me, and it’s electrifying,' he thought.“Then let me kiss you,” he murmured, leaning closer, his lips hovering near hers.Serena’s breath caught. She wanted

Daniel’s POVI watch as Serena storms off, her heels clicking slowly against the pavement, her silhouette swallowed by the night. My heart pounded, not with anger, but with something far more dangerous - fascination. Her words echoed in my head: “The only thing I regret is ever letting you near me.” That fire, that strong confidence, it was like a drug coursing through my veins. No one had ever rejected me like that. Ever.Women fell at my feet, eager to please me like little puppies, but Serena? She looked me in the face and rejected my offer - my power, my money, my protection - and walked away like I was nothing. It was fascinating. It was intoxicating.It feels like a challenge now and I'll do anything to have her now, to break that stubborn spirit and make her mine.I leaned back in the leather seat of my Bentley, my fingers drumming against my thigh, her jasmine scent still lingering in the air. My body ached with the memory of her pressed against me in the club’s VIP, th

Daniel’s POVThe morning light shone through the curtains, pulling me from sleep and human limbs. My body ached but in the best way, heavy with the aftermath of last night’s craziness. The three women from the bar laid across my king-sized bed, their naked bodies spread over silk sheets, a vision of chaos and ecstasy. The redhead lay on her side, her fiery hair falling across the pillow,she had one leg hooked over mine. The blonde was curled against my chest, her lips parted, still swollen from her relentless work in the car. The dark-skinned beauty laid at the edge, as her arm slung possessively over my waist.My mind flickered to the night before. It was full of unfiltered pleasure. The blonde had been insatiable, her mouth was on me the moment we walked into my bedroom, her tongue teasing as she knelt between my legs. “You’re gonna love this,” she’d cooed, as her eyes gleamed with wicked intent before taking my cock deep in her mouth.I groaned, my hands fisting in her hair

Daniel’s POVThe sign of La Cour Royale flickered as Marcus and I stepped inside, shaking off the late August drizzle. The place was my sanctuary with dim lights, jazz songs humming low, the scent of garlic and red wine promising a fine dining.Marcus, my best friend since college, was already yapping about some crypto scheme he swore would make us millionaires. I rolled my eyes, half-listening, as the hostess led us to my favorite corner booth, tucked away from the normal space.“Man, I’m telling you, Dogecoin’s making a comeback,” Marcus said, sliding into the leather seat, his grin wide as ever. “You in or what?”“Pass,” I said, smirking as I scanned the menu. “Last time I listened to you, I lost fifty bucks on that NFT nonsense.”He clutched his chest in a mock-offence. “You hurt me, Hawthorne. I promise this is going to be different.”I chuckled, but my mood was already souring. The memory of Serena’s horrified face when I’d made my stupid, desperate proposal glared at me. Wh