All Chapters of His Forbidden Scarlett : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Scarlett's POV “You’re so fucking tight,” he snarled, his voice raw. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. You’ll feel me everywhere, even when I’m gone.” Loving Christian Marchetti was a sickness. At eighteen, it was officially terminal. I became a shadow in my stepbrother's life, utterly consumed by him. I memorized the cadence of his footsteps in the hallway. I knew the exact time he slipped out of the house into the night, and I would press my face against my bedroom window just to catch a glimpse of his broad shoulders disappearing into the dark. I even snuck into his bedroom when he was out, sitting on his unmade bed just to inhale the intoxicating scent of tobacco, leather, and woodsmoke left behind on his sheets. But to Christian, I didn't exist. He treated me with an indifference that cut me every single time. Whenever our paths crossed in the house, he would look straight through me. If I tried to speak to him, he would walk past as if I were the enemy. I was the

Chapter 3 Scarlett's POV Christian’s eyes never left the curve of my breasts as the steam curled around us. My nipples hardened under his unhinged gaze. I had never seen him this way. So uncomposed, so affected. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed. He took a step closer until the heat of his body brushed the damp towel I clutched to my chest. The look in his eyes undid me. My core was clenching. I felt a stream of liquid down my legs and it had nothing to do with the shower I just had. It was all Christian. “Scarlett…” he drawled and my toes curled on the floor. “How could I leave? When the image of your naked body and the things I could do to you kept me awake all fucking night?” His voice was a rough whisper. So he too hadn't slept? The sound of his confession gladdened me. “You’re trembling, Scarlett. How long have you been fantasizing about your stepbrother?” My breath hitched. He knew I had always wanted him. I couldn't speak. I only kept my eyes on h

Scarlett's POV Leo was the only good thing born from the ashes of my stupid mistake. For four years, he was my entire world. Chloe joined me in Chicago after I ran from my father's house. We both left everything of our old life behind and worked hard to take care of our small family. I loved my son with all the love my broken heart could give. Father tried to reach me severally after I left the house but I shut him out completely. I wouldn't bring more shame to him and most importantly, I didn't want to associate my son with the demons of the mafia. He had my heart, but he had Christian’s face. Especially those same stormy, unreadable gray eyes. Every time I looked at him, I fought an agonizing war in my heart. I hated Christian for abandoning us, especially for leaving Leo without the fatherly love every child deserved. Yet every night, when Leo fell asleep and Chloe thought I'd slept off, a treacherous longing would ache in my heart. I hated that I still remembered the war

Christian's POV A FEW HOURS BEFORE Daring men called me beautiful before they called me anything else. Women too, though most learned fast enough not to say it twice. There was a word for what I was when I stood still and let them look—Adonis, someone whispered once, drunk on champagne and too stupid to notice what was beneath the face. They saw the jaw, the height, the eyes the color of a storm with a deadly glare. They never saw the rest of it until it was too late to run. But I was not beautiful tonight. Tonight I was what my father made me—cold, deadly, and without mercy. The smell of blood and concrete filled the air. My wolf sat just beneath my skin, calm for now, waiting. Upstairs, the whole pack was quiet, holding its breath, waiting to see if their Alpha was still a man tonight, or something worse. I rolled my sleeves to the elbow on my way down the stairs. I didn't rush. I never rushed. My eyes locked onto Enzo. My wolf stirred beneath my skin the moment I s

Chapter 9 Scarlett's POV "Don't move." I didn't. I couldn't have, even if I wanted to. My whole body had gone taut, waiting, my eyes locked on his in the mirror like looking away might break whatever spell had settled over the room. In the silky, skimpy nightdress, the top of my breasts were exposed in the mirror to his eyes and I hated that I couldn't cover myself up. I only watched and struggled vainly while he stared at my chest as if he was considering the many ways he could engrave his name there and brand me as his. Slowly, his hand left my throat. It slid down, over my collarbone, tracing the thin strap of my nightgown like he had all the time in the world and I tensed even more, holding my breath. His touch brought too many bad memories, too many reminders of my mistakes. And yet they felt so good. It was so hard to not lose myself in his hold and to not bite my lower lip and shut my eyes, relishing the pleasure. "You're shaking," he murmured, watching my refl