All Chapters of A Pucking Lesson in Forbidden : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Vincent’s POVI had been behind her since she left the parking lot.I kept three cars back the whole drive out of Bellmont, watching her sit in Sarah’s passenger seat, looking out the window like she was escaping a crime scene. She thought she was slick. She thought a twenty-minute drive three towns over meant she was suddenly off my radar.Then I watched her walk through that damn market.I stayed back in the shadows of the shuttered tents, my jaw set so tight my teeth ached. Every time she laughed with Sarah, every time she brushed shoulders with some random guy squeezing past her in the aisle, a dark, ugly heat slammed against my ribs.She didn't look like that around me anymore. She didn't smile like she was light on her feet. With me, she was always jumpy, eyes wide, breathing like she was waiting for the blow to drop.And then that track guy stepped up.I watched him buy her cotton candy. I watched the way he leaned in, smiling like he had a chance, and I watched her... she actu

Dahlia’s POVI sat on the edge of my bed, my knees pulled tight to my chest, staring at the white painted wood of my bedroom door.Every time his fist slammed against the paneling, my entire body jolted. BANG. The frame rattled, the click of the deadbolt the only thin line standing between me and the storm on the other side."Dahlia! Open the fucking door!"I pressed my hands over my mouth, suppressing a sob. My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs it felt like it was going to bruise. I was terrified…not because I thought he would hurt me—no, the fear twisting my gut was far worse than that.I was scared because I wanted to open it.The push and pull in my chest was tearing me apart. Every instinct I had, every piece of logic I’d built up over the months warned me to stay behind this lock. He was toxic, possessive, and out of control. He dragged me through hallways and backed me into alleys. But then I heard his uneven breathing pressed against the panel, smelled the faint trac

Dahlia’s POV"Hey, Mom," I said, my voice pitched a little too high as I stood right in front of the doorway, practically blocking the threshold with my body.She smiled, stepping forward with a crisp white blouse and a beige pleated skirt draped over her arm. "Look what I picked up for you yesterday! It matches the shirt I bought for myself. We're all going out for a family breakfast in an hour—your dad, you, me, and Vincent. A little weekend bonding."My heart did a flip. I couldn't let her step an inch further into the room; one glance at the mattress would reveal a very human-shaped lump under a mountain of decorative pillows."Oh! That's... that's so sweet, Mom," I stuttered out, quickly reaching forward and taking the clothes right out of her hands before she could take another step inside. "I'll change right away! Thanks so much."Mom blinked, looking a little surprised by my sudden enthusiasm, but she just smiled and stepped back onto the landing. "Great. I'm going to check if

Dahlia’s POVMy breath hitched as the towel pooled at his feet.Instead of turning away, instead of screaming or running like any normal girl would, something dark and reckless snapped inside me. The image of us half-naked on my bedroom floor, cut off right when I was falling over the edge, flashed behind my eyes. I was tired of running…tired of fighting this constant, suffocating pull.Without breaking eye contact, I reached behind my back and quietly turned the lock on his bedroom door."Dahlia..." Vincent's voice dropped an octave.I set the folded clothes down on his dresser, not saying a single word. My heart was thumping in my ears, loud and heavy, but my feet moved on their own. I walked over to where he stood completely bare, steam still clinging to his skin.I dropped to my knees in front of him.Vincent let out a sharp, ragged breath, his muscles instantly tensing. "Dahlia, wait—my mom is literally right downstairs. She could walk up here any second—"I didn't let him finish

Vincent’s POVMy hands shoved so deep into my pockets my knuckles were turning white.I didn't lose them. I couldn't. I kept twenty paces behind, slipping through the thick crowd of tourists and noisy kids like a shadow. My eyes never left her back.I watched the way that bastard touched her elbow, guiding her through the boardwalk traffic. I watched her lean right into his side, her shoulder brushing his chest without a single second of hesitation. The same girl who pulled away from me like I was acid was practically glued to some random guy she’d met thirty minutes ago.And then she turned her head.Over Cole's shoulder, her eyes flicked back through the crowd, finding mine instantly. She didn't look scared or sorry. She gave me this slow, teasing look—a deliberate challenge that made my teeth grind together so hard my jaw ached.She was doing this on purpose. Every touch, every laugh, every little tilt of her head was a direct hit meant for me."Oh, look at them, they're so cute!"