Forbidden Devotion
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I was nine when my father was murdered. He was twenty-one when he became my guardian. I was eighteen the day I gave myself to him completely.
God, that night. The way his body felt against mine—all hard muscle and burning heat, the kind of heat that made me lose my fucking mind.
His hands knew exactly where to touch, how to make me arch and beg and come apart beneath him.
The weight of him, the stretch, the way he filled me so perfectly it hurt in the best way possible—I couldn't stop moaning, couldn't stop my body from responding to every thrust, every whispered command against my neck. He wrecked me.
Ruined me for anyone else. Made my body memorize the exact shape of him inside me, the rhythm that drove me wild, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered while he fucked me senseless.
Four years. Four goddamn years he's left me empty, aching for something no one else can give me. Four years since he threw me to the West Coast like I meant nothing, when my body still remembers every inch of his—the muscles in his back under my nails, the way his abs flexed when he moved inside me, how his cock felt when he was buried so deep I couldn't breathe.
Now I'm back. Standing in front of Arthur Winston with vengeance burning in my chest and heat pooling between my thighs because my traitorous body still wants him.
I'm gonna make him choose: me, or his father—the man who murdered mine.
This forbidden love will destroy everything.
In a world built on money and reputation, can love survive when it's born from death?
A forbidden romance between a genius hacker and a billionaire CEO.
⚠️ MATURE READERS ONLY ⚠️
God, that night. The way his body felt against mine—all hard muscle and burning heat, the kind of heat that made me lose my fucking mind.
His hands knew exactly where to touch, how to make me arch and beg and come apart beneath him.
The weight of him, the stretch, the way he filled me so perfectly it hurt in the best way possible—I couldn't stop moaning, couldn't stop my body from responding to every thrust, every whispered command against my neck. He wrecked me.
Ruined me for anyone else. Made my body memorize the exact shape of him inside me, the rhythm that drove me wild, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered while he fucked me senseless.
Four years. Four goddamn years he's left me empty, aching for something no one else can give me. Four years since he threw me to the West Coast like I meant nothing, when my body still remembers every inch of his—the muscles in his back under my nails, the way his abs flexed when he moved inside me, how his cock felt when he was buried so deep I couldn't breathe.
Now I'm back. Standing in front of Arthur Winston with vengeance burning in my chest and heat pooling between my thighs because my traitorous body still wants him.
I'm gonna make him choose: me, or his father—the man who murdered mine.
This forbidden love will destroy everything.
In a world built on money and reputation, can love survive when it's born from death?
A forbidden romance between a genius hacker and a billionaire CEO.
⚠️ MATURE READERS ONLY ⚠️
