All Chapters of His Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sophia exhaled, dropping the phone after the call had ended. She cleared her table, pulled her coat, hung it against her chair, and exited her office after getting a hold of her bag.“Doctor Sophia.” The administrative assistant, a tall slender lady in a white skirt tugged into a black pant, stood up immediately. “Are you heading out?”“Yes,” Sophia replied wearing a bright smile. “I have something to attend to at exactly this minute…” Her words trailed with a ground that gave room for further conversation as she glared at her wrist to watch and then back at her administrative assistant. “Is there a problem?” Concerned, her assistant inquired. “No,” Sophia replied almost immediately and flashed her assistant another smile, swallowing the guilt that squashed down her throat. “Cancel whatever appointment I have for today and reschedule tomorrow.” It was a curt order and Sophia didn't wait for her assistant reply before she stormed off, too guilty to wait for whatever reply was goin

The second the door closed behind her, Dante let out a sharp breath and moved back to the bed. A curse escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. The tension in his body was unbearable—waiting until Saturday felt impossible. He needed release, to strip himself of the sinful urge to have her. Ordinarily, he would have called someone to take care of his need, but this time was different. His mind—and his body—craved only Sophia. No one else could ease the ache she’d left behind.Unable to endure the torment any longer, Dante decided to free himself from the unbearable tension. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he allowed his thoughts to drift to her—Sophia. Her voice, her touch, her very presence had left a mark on him that nothing else could erase.His hand moved to ease the ache, starting with slow, deliberate strokes. The tension began to unravel, but it wasn’t enough—nothing would truly satisfy him except her.Sophia’s image consumed his thoughts. No matter how he tried to f

Sophia stood at the mirror, staring back at the reflection it gave her. She adjusted her posture, tilting her chin slightly as though the new angle might make her feel more confident. The faint bags under her eyes, a testament to her sleepless nights, were barely hidden under the light layer of foundation she had hastily applied. Her fingers brushed over the neckline of her dress—a simple yet elegant black piece that clung to her in all the right places. She exhaled deeply.Since leaving Dante’s house, she’d thrown herself into work, hoping to exhaust every ounce of energy so Saturday would feel like an impossibility. She had thrown herself into long shifts at the hospital, thinking if she stayed busy enough, Saturday would never come. But time, like an unruly thief, stole the days and brought the night quicker than she could have prepared for. She let out a soft laugh at the irony of her own thoughts, shaking her head at the woman in the mirror. “Why are you like this?” she whispered

“Tell me to stop, Princess. Tell me to go away. Say the word and I’ll walk away.”She opened her mouth to speak, but no word came out. Instead she found herself leaning into him, drawn by a force she couldn’t explain, couldn’t fight.She was already his, she knew that the moment her body responded to his presence. An ocean of anticipation swelled within her, her every nerve alight and waiting for what was to come. Her breath hitched as Dante’s lips curled into a knowing smile, the kind that promised he was aware of exactly how deeply she was surrendering to him.Dante’s eyes softened, and he took her silence as a permission. His hand slid up her thigh, stopping just shy of where her body ached for his touch. “You are breathtaking, Princess,” Dante whispered, his voice rough with restraint. “Do you even know what you do to me?”Before she could respond, his lips were on hers, capturing her in kiss that stole her breath. Sophia acrched into the kiss. This kiss that wasn't gentle— it was

Dante stared at his phone, his blood raging.His jaw clenched, his fingers tightening around his phone as he watched the call go unanswered again.Sophia was avoiding him.After that night at the restaurant, after the way her body had responded to him, after the way she had melted under his touch, he had been sure she was his. He had tasted her, felt the way she trembled, heard the soft moans she couldn’t hold back. He had taken his time with her, teasing, devouring, driving her to the edge.She had wanted it. He had felt it in the way her body arched for more, in the way she had clung to him, in the way she gasped his name like a secret slipping past her lips.He had been patient, letting her set the pace, letting her get comfortable with the heat between them. But now, she was acting like it never happened. She was running from him.Every nerve in his body burned with frustration.Did she really think she could just ignore him? Pretend that night meant nothing?No.Dante let out a s