Semua Bab His Forbidden Obsession: Tempting The Devil I Can't Have: Bab 41 - Bab 50

CHAPTER 42IN A BLINK OF AN EYEISABELLAThe days that followed were the kind of days I wanted to bottle up and keep forever.Alexander was everywhere. He was present, warm and even though sometimes he got lost in thoughts, he wasn't as dismissive as he was before. Unlike before, he stayed at the table after meals, asking me questions about my work, my family, the things I wanted that I had never told anyone.I found myself waiting for him. In the mornings, I lingered over coffee until he came down. In the afternoons, I found reasons to walk past his study and at night, I lay in bed replaying the sound of his voice. The guilt was always there. Beneath the wanting, the waiting, and the way my heart raced every time he walked into a room. Julien called every night now. Long conversations about nothing, everything, and the life we were supposed to have when I got back.At this point, I didn’t know if I was lying anymore.This morning, I woke before the sun. The house was quiet as it usu

CHAPTER 44AFTER ANGER, WHAT'S NEXT?ALEXANDERI stood in the doorway of my study, the folder still in my hands, as I watched her walk away.Her shoulders were shaking as she tried to hide her tears while she hurried away. Camille turned back to me. Her arms were crossed, her jaw set and her eyes fixed on my face with an expression I had not seen since she was fifteen years old, standing in the hallway while her mother packed her bags."What was that?" she asked.Mt.jaw tightened, but no response came out. "She was crying, Dad. What did–" Camille stopped, shaking her head. "What did she do? What was so bad that you had to talk to her like that?""It's nothing." I managed, my voice coming out rough. "It's between me and Isabella.""It's not nothing." Camille stepped closer. "I saw the folder, those are your divorce papers. I've seen them before and I've read them before.” Her words hit something inside me and settled heavily in my chest. "Camille—"“No, dad. You've never raised your

CHAPTER 46TASTE, BUT DON'T CONSUME ALEXANDERThere was just a very thin thread that was holding my sane mind together. After she said those words, I wanted to just go for it. Devour her as whole as she wanted. But there was just something….Isabella was straddling my lap, her hips grinding against mine. Her lips were swollen from my mouth, her eyes dark with something that looked like surrender. Without saying anything, I kissed her again, my hands sliding from her waist to her thighs. I gripped the soft skin beneath the hem of her shorts, feeling the tenderness of her skin.My tongue glided against hers, gliding and feeling the insides of her mouth like I was memorising every tissue that made up her gum. She moaned into my mouth, the sound going straight through me and settling in my belly, making my dick strain against my pants. Fuck.She pulled away from my mouth, trailing hungry kisses down my jaw and to my neck. She found a resting spot at the nape of my neck, sucking and tu

CHAPTER 48ANOTHER THORNALEXANDERI stood at my bedroom window, watching the horizon, trying to remember the last time I had taken a day off. A real day. Not a day where I worked from home instead of the office.I can't even remember. There was always something. A deal, a meeting, a crisis Élise had manufactured to keep me off balance. The endless machinery of a life I had built so carefully and completely, that I had forgotten how to step away from it.And now, I really needed to step away. Elise had eaten away at my mental health the previous week, I might as well get it back. So I decided: No meetings this week, no calls and no documents. I was going to let myself breathe. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, but I ignored it, keeping my eyes fixed on the sea until it stopped buzzing. But when it buzzed again, I walked to where it was and glanced down at the screen. Unknown number.I let it ring again. I didn't have the will to speak to an unknown person. Plus I barely pick call

CHAPTER 50ACCUSATIONS AND LOUD VOICESISABELLAThe cabin was small but beautiful, all white wood and soft light, with windows open to the sea. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring out at the water, watching the moonlight move with the waves. I’ve never been on a yacht this big. Hell, I’venever been on any yacht at all before this summer. The closest I had come was a rented paddle boat on the Seine, the kind tourists paid for by the hour.But this was the kind of luxury that reminded me exactly how far out of my depth I was.My phone began vibrating on the bed beside me, drawing my attention away from the window. I glanced at the screen to see it was Julien. Uhhhhh…I took in a deep breath as my head fell back. I didn't want to talk to him, but I had to. Bracing myself, I swiped the screen. "Hey.""Hey yourself." His voice was warm and soft."What are you doing?""Nothing, just here."There was a pause, and I could hear him shifting, settling into whatever chair he was sitting in