All Chapters of His Forbidden Obsession: Tempting The Devil I Can't Have: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER 111A TASTE OF WRATHISABELLAWhen I felt hands clamped over my mouth before the panic and fear kicked in, I begged it to be Alexander. Because God knows I needed his lips on mine badly and maybe his dock in me. But the universe was playing me for a joke. The hand that clamped over my mouth was coldder than his, and the scent that hit my nostrils was familiar. But in no way farmiliar in the way I wanted it to be. My heart, which had stopped for one terrible second, now slammed back to life with a force that made my head throb.Élise.She released my mouth but kept her grip on my arm, shoving me further into the room as she clicked the door shut behind us. The room was dark, the curtains drawn. And the air… something about the air stale and unused.I twisted out of her hold, stumbling back. My side ached from where I had been pulled, but my head was still thick from whatever Julien had given me.

CHAPTER 113CLEAR SIGNALSISABELLAHuh!?I touched my cheek again to confirm that my eyes were indeed seeing correctly. The blood was watek and sticky, dripping down my jaw. I could feel it starting to dry there, pulling at my skin like a second layer I didn't ask for.Camille was still staring at me, her coffee cup forgotten in her hand."What happened?" she asked again, her voice going softer and becoming more worried but insistent. I dropped my hand, thinking of what to say because there's no way I'll tell her her mum cut up my face. “It's nothing for you to worry about. I'll be fine.”And of course, she stared at me like I had a few screws loose. “What happened to you Izzy? It looks like you were hit.” Knowing Camille, I knew that she was not going to let it go and I just needed to give her something to chew on."I ran into my bathroom wall when I woke up this morning.

CHAPTER 115A MOMENT OF ESCAPE ALEXANDERFuck! This is goodness covered in a wet, tight, pussy. She was tight, warm and completely perfect. I pushed deeper, watching her face with my hard dick inside her. There was a particular way her lips parted, her eyes fluttered and she bit down on her bottom lips to keep her from screaming. Her hands were still tied to the bedposts, her legs spread wide, her body completely open to me."Look at me," I said and she opened her glassy, unfocused eyes to meet mine. She was completely lost on the feeling. "Feel that?" I asked, pullinvg out almost all the way, then pushed back in, slowly. "Feel how wet you are? How your body opens for me?"A moan slipped past her throat as her hips lifted, trying to meet mine. But I held her down. "Alexander, pleaseeee.""I'm in control tonight, Bella." I thrust again, harder this time. The bed creaked beneath us. "You gave me that.

CHAPTER 117CARD'S UPALEXANDERI've always knows a question like this would pop up one day. But no matter how much I've prepared my mind for it, I just wasn't prepared for the reality. “Is there anything else? Anything else you're hiding from me?”My mind flashed to Isabella, thinking about how much she made me feel and how much I've been hiding from my daughter. The perfect secret to keep my daughter away from. I hesitated for a second. Maybe two. Then I shook my head. "No."Camille's eyes searched mine, and knowing my daughter, I knew she was good at reading people and sensing lies. She had learned it from me. "Dad." Her voice was steady. "I'm giving you a chance. If there's something else, anything, tell me now. Because if I find out later, and I will find out, I won't forgive you. I can't."Of course I knew there was something else, but she wasn't going to be finding out anytime soon. At least,

CHAPTER 119A SPRINKLE OF DRINKALEXANDERThere's no better day to hate my position as the CEO of my company than today. I was almost at the point of questioning my own capability and self worth. Because of my bloody ex wife that's now a fucking leach to my own skin. I can't seem to get rid of the bitch! Literal Leach!I'd have said I regret marrying her, but then I wouldn't have my beautiful daughter that was nothing like her mother. What the fuck am I even thinking and saying!? I'm letting the paranoia and frustration get to me. The house was dark when I finally pulled into the driveway. The clock on my dashboard read 11:47, quietly telling me I had been at the office for fourteen hours. Receiving calls, replying emails and messages that went absolutely nowhere. I've never been this drained and frustrated since I started out as a small business owner. I parked badly, leaving my key’s in the ignit