All Chapters of FORBIDDEN INTIMACY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The clatter of ceramic on glass pulled me from my reverie. Luca reappeared, a bowl of colorful cereal in one hand and a steaming mug of coffee in the other. He settled into the lounge chair beside me, handing me the bowl with a gentle nudge. “Thank you,” I mumbled around a mouthful of Frosted Flakes, already feeling my mood lifting. The sunrise, the warmth of the sun on my skin, the unexpected sweetness of the cereal – it was all so simple, so pure, so different from the stifling tension that clung to every moment back in New York. I opened my mouth to tell Luca how much I loved watching the city wake up, how the early morning light painted everything in a soft, golden glow, but he stopped me mid-sentence. “No talking with your mouth full, amore,” he chided gently, his tone the perfect mimic of a concerned parent. I couldn't help but smile, a warm feeling spreading through my chest. His concern, even for something so trivial, felt…endearing. I finished my cereal quickly, eager t

Lena's POVThe drive was silent, a strange mix of anticipation and unease simmering beneath the surface. We pulled up to a house… no, not a house, a freaking mansion. It was opulent, a towering structure of stone and glass, with sprawling lawns and manicured gardens. The house screamed of elegance, of old money, of a history that whispered through the very walls. My breath hitched in my throat, and any attempt at a cool facade crumbled. The sheer size of the place was staggering, an opulent monument to wealth and power. I’d known Luca was rich, but this… this was obscene. I wondered just how rich Luca was, even though I knew he was rich, ridiculously so. This wasn't a mansion, it was a palace. Luca rounded the car, opening my door with a gentle smile. As I stepped out, I was met by a sight that sent a shiver down my spine. Men dressed in black, their faces grim, their hands resting on holsters, patrolled the building. There were more than two hundred of them, their presence heavy

Lena's POV: The hours melted into one another, each one as empty and silent as the last. I was a prisoner in Luca’s room, scrolling through my phone, the silence in the room deafening. It was beyond frustrating. The mansion was a fortress, a sprawling labyrinth of secrets and wealth that I was ill-equipped to navigate. Luca and Marco were the only two people I knew in this entire city, and my family back in New York… well, let’s just say I wasn’t exactly eager to reach out to them right now or ever really..... It was mid-day, and my stomach rumbled in protest. I craved pizza, a greasy, cheesy pepperoni filled slice that would make me feel a little less lost. But even ordering food felt like a gamble. With all the security, I wasn't sure if my pizza would even make it through the gate. The thought was both absurd and terrifying. I didn't even know where we were, the mansion alone was like a hideout. I settled back onto the bed, my stomach grumbling. I was exhausted, the constant

The underside of his shaft pressed between my pussy lips and clit, the rough texture of his skin against my sensitive flesh. I was already so fucking wet, throbbing with need, the anticipation of his touch making me ache. "Now princess," he growled, his voice a low rumble, "I'm going to take care of you and treat you like my slut. You'll kiss me in this position. I want to see how wet you can get for me, for my cock. And I want to feel it throb between your clit." His words were a symphony of desire and dominance, a promise of pleasure and pain that sent a shiver through me. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back, and smashed his lips against mine. I was a moaning mess, my body a tangle of need and anticipation. The pressure of his cock against my clit, the feel of his rough hands on my skin, the taste of his mouth on mine, it was all too much. I wanted him inside me, and I wanted him now. I started to grind against him, my hips moving in a frantic rhythm, my pussy seeking the r

The grand staircase loomed before me, each step a reminder of the long, exhausting day. My tie hung loose around my neck, a testament to the adrenaline that had coursed through my veins during the emergency meeting with Hernandez. The news was good – we finally had a lead on Dmitri’s whereabouts. But the exhaustion was heavy, a leaden weight settling in my limbs. It was already past midnight, and the silence of the mansion echoed the emptiness I felt inside. I had promised Lena I’d be home earlier, but the meeting had stretched on. To make up for it, I'd stopped by the corner store and grabbed a tub of her favorite cookies and cream ice cream. It wasn't much, but it was a gesture, a way of saying I was sorry for being late. I needed to talk to her. As I entered our room, she was already asleep. Her soft breaths filled the room, a symphony of peace and contentment. The moonlight streamed through the window, bathing her in a soft, ethereal glow. She was so beautiful, so perfect, my