All Chapters of Forbidden Flames of Sicily: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

💦Sacred Release💦I stared at Marco, phone still in my hand. “What new terms?”He set his phone down and pulled me against him, even though we were both half-dressed. “I don’t know yet. But I’m not letting them fuck with you.”I pushed at his chest, not hard enough to move him. “Your brother is on the board and suddenly my lease is being terminated the same night you fuck me in my studio? Tell me that’s a coincidence.”Marco’s hazel eyes held mine. “It’s not. He’s been looking for ways to push me since our father died. This is just another move.” He kissed me anyway, slow and deep, like he could erase the panic. “But I control the final decision. Not him.”I kissed him back despite myself, hands sliding under his tank. “Then prove it. Right now. Make me believe you’re on my side.”He groaned and lifted me onto the reception desk near the door. “You want proof?” His hands yanked my leggings down again. “I’ll give it to you.”I spread my legs, pulling him close

💦Wet Desires💦Luca stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock throbbing as the stairwell door handle turned. My heart slammed against my ribs."Someone’s coming," I whispered urgently, trying to push him back. But he held me tighter against the pool edge."Shh." He stayed perfectly still, eyes locked on the door. Water rippled around us.The door opened. A security guard stepped out, flashlight sweeping the rooftop. "Hello? Anyone up here?"Luca pressed a hand gently over my mouth, his body shielding most of mine. His cock twitched inside me. The risk made everything feel ten times more intense."We’re closed for private event," Luca called out calmly, voice steady even though he was balls-deep in me. "I rented the whole roof. You can go."The guard hesitated, flashlight beam moving closer. "Signor Luca? Is that you? Sorry, sir. Just doing rounds. Didn’t know you were still here.""Yeah, it’s me. I’m fine, enjoying the pool. Leave us."The guard chuckl

💦Robe Falls Open💦I opened the door still tying the belt of my short silk robe, my hair loose and messy after a long day unpacking boxes. The cool evening breeze from the Cefalù coast slipped in."Hi… I’m Marco from next door," he said, holding up an empty measuring cup with a sheepish smile. "Sorry to bother you so late. Any chance you have some sugar? I’m in the middle of making a sauce and ran out."I froze for a second, taking him in. Marco was tall and broad-shouldered, with dark tousled hair, a stubbled jaw, and piercing green eyes that scanned me slowly. At 36, he carried that rugged Sicilian confidence, the kind that came from long days working the family olive groves. His simple white t-shirt stretched across his chest, and his jeans hung low on his hips.I smiled, suddenly very aware that my robe barely reached mid-thigh. "Sugar? Of course. Come in, I’m Sophia."He stepped inside my small apartment, the scent of his cologne, woodsy, warm, with a h

💦Borrowed Forever💦I woke up with Marco’s arm draped heavily across my waist, his warm breath on the back of my neck. Sunlight filtered through the curtains of my bedroom. For a moment, everything felt perfect, his naked body pressed against mine, the faint scent of olive groves and sex still lingering on our skin.Then I remembered the texts.“Morning,” Marco murmured, kissing my shoulder. His hand slid down my stomach possessively. “You sleep okay?”“Barely.” I turned to face him, tracing his jaw. “Your brother and the lawyer are coming at 9. That’s less than an hour from now.”He sighed but pulled me closer, his morning hardness pressing against my thigh. “Let them come. I’m not hiding what happened last night. Or what I want with you.”I kissed him softly at first, then deeper. “What exactly do you want, Marco?”“You.” His hand slipped between my legs, fingers stroking me gently. “Not just for sex. I want mornings like this. Evenings on my balcony watch

💦Edged in Darkness💦Alessandro’s face stayed hard as he read the second message again. I sat up in bed, pulling the sheet around my chest, the afterglow of my birthday orgasms fading fast.“Secrets?” I asked, voice quieter than I wanted. “What secrets is she talking about?”He set the phone down and turned to me, blue eyes searching mine. “I don’t know who sent that. But my ex-wife, Bianca… she always knew how to stir trouble. We divorced three years ago. It wasn’t pretty. She wanted the fast life in Milan. I wanted to stay here and build things that last.”I touched his arm. “And now she’s back in Sicily the same night you tied me up for my birthday?”“Bad timing.” He pulled me into his lap, arms wrapping around me. “Or maybe not. Maybe it’s a sign I need to be completely honest with you.”I straddled him, feeling him start to harden again beneath me. “Then talk while you touch me. I still want you tonight. Don’t let her ruin this.”Alessandro groaned softly a