All Chapters of His Forbidden Obsession: Tempting The Devil I Can't Have: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER 52SEX ON A YACHT ISABELLA There's this mind blowing feeling you feel in the pit of your stomach when a dick you've been wanting for so long finally slips into your wet pussy. Yeah… that was exactly what was freezing my brain at the moment. “Fuck! You're fucking tighter than I imagined,” Alexander forced out, his breath coming out in gasps. Finally, my brain unfroze and a loud moan slipped past my throat. Alexander's hands covered my mouth immediately, sealing in the rest of the sound that tried to slip out. “As much as I wa–nt to hear that sexy moan in my ears,” he paused, slipping out and slamming right back into me. “I'd love to enjoy this pussy as long as I can.” My teeth bit his palm as I tried to contain thamsiund that was hanging in my throat. God! He felt so big, enough to make my walls stretch to it's fullest. But I was fucking loving it. “I'm going to remove my hand now. Try not to moan too loud.”True to his words, he released his mouth form my mouth and ra

SLOW BURNISABELLAHe turned me around so my back was against his chest, and the first touch of his soapy hands on my shoulders made me forget how to breathe.Okay… I have a bad feeling about this.Alexander lathered the soap between his palms, then slid them down my arms, watching his own hands move over my skin like he had all the time in the world.He hasn't even touched me yet and I'm already dripping.His hands traced my collarbone, the curve of my ribs, the dip of my waist. He was everywhere and nowhere, his fingers brushing the undersides of my breasts but never quite covering them, sliding down my stomach but stopping before they reached the place where I was aching.That stupid smirk on his face tells me he's doing this on purpose.Alexander." My voice came out strangled.Hmm?" His lips brushed my ear, sending shivers down my neck.You're torturing me.And I'm loving every second of it, even though I want to scream.He smiled against my neck. “Am I?”His hands moved lower, cu

A GHOST WHO WALKED In.ALEXANDERThe office was quiet, the kind of quiet that usually helped me think, helped me focus, helped me lose myself in the spreadsheets, projections and endless planning that had built everything I owned.Today, the quiet was like every other day and I was refraining from groaning for the tenth time today. Every ten minutes, I smiled from the memory of the yacht.It was actually good taking some time off work.If only I didn't have a pile more work waiting for me after my well deserved break that didn't feel so deserved anymore.I’ve been staring at the same page for twenty minutes, trying to get past it to almost no avail. The foundation's annual gala was three weeks away, and every year, the planning got more tedious.Sponsors, seating arrangements, speeches I would rather pay someone else to give. But Élise's name was still on some of the old donor lists, and I needed to make sure nothing she touched could come back to haunt me.That was almost impossible

THE WOLF IN WOOLNARRATOR'S POVMathieu Renaud's fingers closed around the file Alexander slid across the desk. The weight of it was heavier than it looked… or maybe that was just the weight of what he was about to do.He opened it slowly, his eyes scanning the pages with the practiced ease of a man who had spent over half his life reading between lines. The file contained financial records, transaction histories and a trail of missing money that led nowhere, and disappeared into accounts that didn't seem to exist.Except Mathieu knew exactly where it led.He had helped build this trail months back when Elise was beginning to get jealous of Alexander's wealth and wanted some for herself.The missing money wasn't missing, it was sitting in accounts Élise had opened under names that didn't exist, in countries that didn't question anything. Mathieu had set up every transfer, every she'll company and every constructed dead end that had driven Alexander's current lawyer to frustration.He

BEING BROKE IS A CURSEISABELLAThe mall was a cathedral of excessMarble floors that reflected the light, chandeliers that probably cost more than my entire apartment in Paris, and the kind of silence that made you feel like you had to whisper. Every store we passed was a name I recognized from magazines and not from real life.Camille walked like she owned the place, which honestly, she probably could if she wanted to.Ooh." She stopped in front of a window display, her face lighting up. "That one.I looked at the dress she pointed at. It was red, short and covered in sequins that caught the light like fire. It was beautiful and it was also probably worth more than my monthly rent.How much?" I asked.Camille glanced at the tag. "Eight thousand."Eight—Camille, that's insane.It's on sale.That's not on sale!? That's a down payment on a car!She waved her hand, already pushing open the door to the boutique. "Relax. My father's card has never been declined, and it's not going to star