Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Touch : Stories of Desires: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I noticed him the second he stepped into the penthouse.Tall. Broad. Black suit that looked like it had been tailored to hide a weapon. Dark hair cut short, jaw set like he didn’t smile often. He scanned the room once, windows, exits, me, and then his eyes settled on my face with the kind of calm focus that made the hair on the back of my neck rise.“Miss Voss,” he said. Voice low. Controlled. “I’m Kai. Your new security detail.”I set my glass of wine down on the marble counter and crossed my arms. “I told my father I didn’t need a bodyguard.”“Your father disagrees.” He didn’t move closer. Didn’t offer a hand. Just stood there like he’d already decided the conversation was over. “There have been two credible threats this month. I’m not here to debate it.”I hated that he was right.Ever since the company went public and the press started calling me “the Voss heiress,” the messages had gotten uglier. Then the photos of my car. Then the note left on my windshield last week. My father

I left the terrace doors unlocked on purpose.Then I lay in the dark and waited.An hour passed. Then another. My body was still humming from the kitchen, from the way he’d kissed me like he hated how much he wanted it. Every time the building settled I thought it was him. Every distant sound made my pulse jump.At 3:06 a.m. the soft click of the terrace door opening finally came.I didn’t move.Soft footsteps crossed the bedroom. I kept my eyes closed, breathing steady, even though my heart was slamming so hard I was sure he could hear it. The mattress dipped slightly as he sat on the edge of the bed.A moment later his voice came, low and rough in the dark.“You left it open on purpose.”I opened my eyes.Kai sat there in the dim city light, still fully dressed, jaw tight. His eyes moved over me—T-shirt rucked up around my hips, bare legs, the obvious fact that I hadn’t bothered with underwear this time.“I wanted to see if you’d come,” I said.“I’m paid to come.”“That’s not why yo

I woke to the feel of Kai’s mouth between my legs.It was still dark. His hands held my thighs open, thumbs pressing into the soft skin as his tongue dragged slow and filthy through the mess he’d left inside me hours earlier. I arched with a broken sound, fingers sliding into his hair. He didn’t rush. He licked me like he had all night, circling my clit, pushing his tongue inside, tasting himself mixed with me until my hips were rolling against his mouth.“Kai—”He hummed against me and sucked harder. Two thick fingers slid in beside his tongue, curling, stretching, working me open again. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet room. I came fast, thighs shaking around his head, moaning his name while he kept licking me through it.Only then did he climb up my body.He was already hard. He pushed into me in one deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt while I was still trembling. The stretch pulled another moan from my throat. He braced himself over me and fucked me slow at first—long

The elevator ride felt longer than it should have.I watched the numbers climb and tried to remember every reason this was a terrible idea. Four years of silence. The way he’d packed one bag and left without a real explanation. The photos of him with that polished blonde on society pages. All of it should have been enough to turn around and go home.Instead I stepped out on the eighteenth floor, walked the quiet hallway, and stopped in front of 1801.The door was unlocked, exactly as he’d said.I pushed it open.Damien stood by the bar, pouring something amber into a glass. He’d lost the jacket and bow tie. The white shirt was open at the collar, sleeves rolled once. He looked up when the door shut behind me, and for a second neither of us spoke.“You came,” he said finally.“I almost didn’t.”“But you did.” He set the bottle down and turned fully toward me. The years had changed him—broader through the shoulders, a new hardness around the mouth—but the way he looked at me was the sam

I stayed.I told myself it was only until he came back from the meeting, that I would hear whatever he had to say and then decide. The suite felt too quiet without him. I borrowed one of his shirts, ordered coffee from room service, and tried not to count the minutes.Just after one o’clock the door opened.Damien walked in still wearing the same dark suit from the morning, tie loosened, expression unreadable. His eyes found me immediately, curled on the couch in his shirt, bare legs tucked under me, and something possessive flickered across his face before he shut it down.“You’re still here.”“You told me to wait.”He set his phone and keys on the console table. “Board ran long. Hostile questions about the merger. Nothing I couldn’t handle.” He looked at me for another second, then nodded toward the bathroom. “I need five minutes. Don’t go anywhere.”He disappeared into the master bath. A moment later I heard the shower start.I sat there for thirty seconds, heart already picking up