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I can’t help myself to caress her cheek and when she rested it on my hand, I gave her the hint of bringing her face close to mine as I looked back and forth from her eyes to her lips. “Wait.” She stopped me shyly. “I don’t think we should do this.” “Do you like me?” I asked her. “I do. But, I like Su-bin too. And even though I like you, we cannot be together–” “Why can’t we?” I asked her. “We don’t have the same parents. We might be related to papers, but not in blood.” “You know it’s wrong, Eun-woo.” “Why do we always need to worry that everything we do may be wrong in the eyes of others?” I questioned her.

He pulled me in for a hug. I did not spend the rest of the party obsessing over the fact that Liam and Alex were leaving. What I did was enjoyed myself and dance so freely that even the kids were embarrassed by me. Forbidden means that you can not have something or someone. And historically and by Beacon's values, I could not have a couple of things; like an omega having a good and successful life, and a she-wolf falling in love and getting married to a demon. But I made that sh*t happen. I did that. Lara Zane Meyer did that!

“I thought it was a phase and that it would pass. I wasn’t attracted to him in the slightest. No way, I would take him as my mate. Besides, I couldn’t tell anyone that I was in love.” “With Dad?" she asked. “Yes. But I couldn’t just come forth about it.” “Why not?” “Because it was forbidden.” "Was your dad a human? Why was it forbidden?” “Mating between werewolves and humans wasn’t heard of. But your dad was so much more.” “More?” Her words were barely audible now. “Yes. He was a hunter.” I finally told her. “Hunters were powerful and were eternal enemies of wolves. Your dad wasn’t an enemy though. I loved him dearly."

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

Chapter 2: A taste of temptation We stood side by side at the kitchen counter working on the dough, and the unspoken tension kept increasing. Every little move I made turned into some kind of forbidden teasing. I had brushed my hip against his thigh when I reached for the flour. I let my arm slide along his while we kneaded the dough. And I even pressed my breasts lightly against his bicep when I leaned in closer. Every touch I did made my pussy throb more. I was already soaked, and my bare folds were slippery and aching under that tiny skirt with no panties on.

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His right hand lifts, reaching for me, and I know, I know that if he touches me, whatever fragile resolve or dignity I have left will shatter completely. “Do not touch me.” I shake my head, warning him, but he doesn't listen, doesn't stop taking slow deliberate steps towards me “Don't touch me. Please do not touch—” his hand closes around my waist and he pulls me against him. My body betrays me instantly, softening into his touch the way it always does. My head falls to his chest, my hands lifting on their own to rest against his sides because a very big part of me has been aching badly for him to touch me. I try not to meet his eyes. I can't bear to look him in the eyes because this is too

And once I let myself want Kai, there’s no going back. He keeps telling me we can’t. That it’s wrong. That our parents can never know. But every time he pulls away, I see the truth in his eyes … he wants me just as badly. And the more he fights it, the harder it becomes to stay away. I’m done being the good girl. And I’m done pretending I don’t want my stepbrother to ruin me. ———- Prologue POV Isla Bennett Mercer I used to be good at pretending.

"You can't just go around sleeping with random men for money. What if I hadn't walked in on the both of you in that office, you'd have continued doing that behind my back.” I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "I know," I whispered, my voice broken. "I fucked up, okay? I thought I could handle it, but I couldn't. I hated every minute of it." A blatant lie by the way. Mr. Sinclair knew how to put his monstrous cock to good use, and he’s had me moaning in all the languages…from French to Latin. His other hand released my wrist to grab my breast roughly, squeezing the soft flesh through my shirt. I gasped at the sudden contact, my nipples hardening instantly under his touch.

I moaned, unable to stop it. “Look at you,” he said, his voice was low. “All shy and trembling. But you’re not a nun yet.” He leaned closer, his breath was warm on my cheek. “Let’s make sure you never want to be.” Then his voice dropped into a growl. “You’re my filthy little angel tonight. So go ahead… confess your sins to Daddy.” --- TO BE CONTINUED… --- Author's Note: Hey everyone, thanks for checking out my story! I've been so excited to share Mirabel's journey with you all. I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write.