All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

"Shouldn't we be going home? Why are you taking me to a hotel instead?" Moreau had sensed something unusual about Abihirt's decision from the start. Just waiting for the moment—the right moment to ask a question. At least here, when they were trapped in a room together. No one would interrupt, though she was wrong in her assumption, as a faint knock from outside immediately prompted the man to open the door. Moreau did not try to know who the person behind Abihirt's large body was. She did not want to deliberately shift her face just to risk a direct view. Let her stepfather speak for a moment. She didn't want to get involved in the conversation there either. Maybe it was just a custom as the owner relaying information to the hotel staff. It shouldn't be anything. Moreau kept waiting... until she finally noticed the new clothes in the man's hand. She instinctively looked down to scrutinize every single thing that clung to the body. They were still half damp. Need

The meeting with the Sheikh should have been a long time ago. Moreau waited for hours at the hotel. Not knowing what to do. Just glued to the beautiful view from the wall of the Burj Khalifa building when everything looked so impressive from above. But somehow, Abihirt's busy schedule had taken its toll on her enthusiasm and perhaps it had evaporated almost completely. Moreau repeatedly had to exhale. Sitting without interest while occasionally letting the air from her lips form vapor on the glass before her. The man even left without giving a hint. At the very least, Abihirt could have left a small note while her usual cell phone was out of commission... after being submerged with her body in the lake yesterday afternoon. Although there was no denying that in every detail, Abihirt seemed to have planned from the beginning. Moreau probably couldn't ignore the man's slight concern about some of the hotel's services being complemented by various promising dishes. She finis

Moreau looked up when she saw Abihirt towering over her. "On the bed?" she asked. How innocent. "Yeah." It was a short answer that urged her to crawl onto the bed. Moreau hesitated, but there was no denying that she carried out each of the commands so carefully. Now sprawled on the bed with her attention riveted straight to her stepfather's face and tension rushing across her shoulders. "What do you want, Abi?" Moreau swallowed harshly at Abihirt's tentative actions as the man pulled her legs apart so that she had a slightly downward position with her buttocks touching the edge of the bed; perhaps that the man wanted to kneel exactly facing her core—giving Moreau a great deal of nervous leverage. She was afraid to find out that Abihirt had indeed taken such a position there. Immediately squirmed as the man's fingertips tugged at the zipper of the jeans, then stripped off the tightly wrapped pants for just a moment leaving only the lacy underwear, as t

"Where do you want me to take you after this?" Abihirt asked while squeezing Moreau's breasts. There was no telling when the man had slipped one hand underneath the clothes she was wearing, but it was obvious that the candle was intentionally left embedded inside her body. Moreau shook her head faintly. Swallowed harshly for a moment, then said, "I want to meet the crazy rich Sheikhs." She was not wrong to say that. Just thinking realistically that like her mother; she also needed a wealthy man. In Dubai, it would be easy to find walking money, though Moreau admitted to seeing it almost daily over Abihirt's shoulder. Her stepfather growled. "That's not what I asked." The tone of dislike was obvious behind the man's deep, raspy voice. Moreau frowned. She would not understand—indeed, would not understand when she finally realized what should be the most appropriate answer. Wanting Abihirt to take her to the edge of his seat. "Take me to where you l

"Abi ...." Moreau's voice choked. Abihirt's tongue swiped into her core. The man even dipped a finger inside—deliberately moving tentatively there, so that she almost lifted her hips as she responded to every stimulation her mother's husband gave her. It was truly delicious. Moreau detects exactly what it's like to want to escape, like she wants to let something out, but she's afraid of pissing on the man's face. Her palms immediately clenched tightly on any fabric on the bed. Even moved restlessly. Damn, the more she tried to restrain herself... it felt like she would explode even more. Abihirt didn't stop and it overwhelmed Moreau. She made a squeaking sound—almost a sigh, then it all came out. Moreau felt something seeping through. The fabric around her hips was slowly getting wet. She flushed as Abihirt took a little distance with a faint smirk when they made eye contact. "I peed?" Moreau's breath hitched as she asked the question in a nervous ma