All Chapters of His Forbidden Obsession: Tempting The Devil I Can't Have: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MAYBE I WAS A FOOLISABELLAI laid in bed for an hour after he left, staring at the ceiling and trying to convince myself I wasn't waiting for him to come back.He didn't.The clock on my nightstand read 3:47 AM when I finally stopped holding my breath. I pressed my palms against my eyes and tried to ignore the heat still lingering between my thighs.I finally had a taste of how he could make me feel and I knew it wasn't going to stop at that.How delusional I was.The days that followed were like I never existed. He was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I barely saw him and when I did and tried to get him to look at me, it was like I was a pest.I told myself it was work, that he was busy and he wasn't the kind of man who used a woman and disappeared. But that little thing at the table during breakfast spelt out one thing to me.Alexander was avoiding me.Was that all it was for him? A taste? A diversion? Something to pass the time while he dealt with real problems? I was a gu

FIRST STEP TO FORGETTING HIMISABELLAI was still adjusting my makeup when Camille burst through my door without knocking.Okay, I've been thinking—" She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes landing on me. Her mouth hung open as her words died in her throat.I turned from the mirror, my hand still hovering over my lipstick. "What?"She blinked, before her face gradually twisted into something between horror and amusement.Isabella." She walked toward me slowly, circling me like a prey. "What in the name of God are you wearing?I looked down at myself. My dress was navy blue, high-necked, long-sleeved, falling to mid thigh.What's wrong with it?Camille stopped in front of me and tilted her head, her lips pressing together, as she let out a sound that was half laugh, half groan.One would think you're attending a church mass .I am not—You are. You look like you're attending a funeral, a very boring funeral for a nun.I crossed my arms. "It's not that bad."It's worse." She grabbed my shoul

CRAZY 40 SOMETHING YEAR OLD MENISABELLAThe music was a pulse in my blood, the bass a heartbeat that matched the rhythm of my hips. His hands were on my waist, sliding lower, pulling me against him, and I let him. I let myself feel the heat of a stranger's body.I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. I let the music take me somewhere that wasn't the beach house, wasn't his study, wasn't the look on his face when he stepped around me like I was furniture.This is what I needed. This is what I wanted. Someone who looked at me like I was the only thing in the room.I was still grooving in the music when rough hands grabbed me and tanked me off the stranger’s body so fast my head spun. My feet stumbled as my arms flailed for balance.What the—I turned and my breath caught.Alexander stood between me and the stranger, his chest heaving, fists clenched, and face a mask of fury I had never seen before. His eyes were wild, his jaw locked and his whole body vibrating with something that

BETWEEN HER LEGS AND A LIEALEXANDERIsabella's body was still pressed against me and my fingers were still buried inside her. I could feel her pulse throbbing around my knuckles and her walls clenching and unclenching.We waited, hoping that the person on the other end would go away. Until Camille's voice seeped through the wood.Isabella?" Her voice was muffled but clear. "Are you in there?Isabella's eyes went wide and she went even more still.I saw you come in here with someone." Camille knocked again. "Is everything okay?Isabella opened her mouth to speak, but an idea popped into my head. The perfect punishment for her running mouth.I pressed my fingers deeper, just slightly. Her eyes fluttered as she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear as I flicked my tongue on her earlobe. "Answer her."Her breath hitched as her nails dug into my shoulders.Isabella?" Camille's voice was sharper now. "If you don't answer, I'm coming in.I moved my fin

CHAPTER 39WAR IN COURTALEXANDERThe drive to Nice was a blur of coastline and blue sky, moving in silence. The city rose up to meet me, buildings and bridges and the kind of traffic that made a man grateful for tinted windows.The private jet was waiting before I arrived, so I boarded immediately and we took off. The flight was smooth, the descent into Paris was smoother. And then I was in a car again, watching the city slide past, until the court came into view. Bernard was already waiting for me at the entrance. His suit was gray, his face was grim and his briefcase was clutched under his arm."She's already inside," he said, falling into step beside me. "Brought her entire team. Three lawyers, two paralegals, and a media consultant who's been feeding stories to the press all morning."I didn't slow down. "Any last-minute developments?""Nothing we haven't prepared for. The board is divided. Three in her favor, two undecided, one leaning our way." He glanced at me. "If we lose th