Craving The Forbidden Touch

et Damian Sinclair, s

ivity or charming arrogance-no, Damian's kind of troubl

d still walked s

powerful men in tailored suits, women draped in designer gowns, and an atmosphere thick with polished pleasantries and hidden age

t, he had

eople step aside without him having to say a word. His suit had been black, crisp and perfectly tailored,

man who commanded attenti

noticed he

e flicker of amusement in his eyes, the barely-there smirk th

n

was just another man in a sea of the elite, th

e had ot

away from the suffocating expectations of the night. The city lights stretched before he

she had

rese

woman who enjoys these events," a

rned, and t

an Si

ad been even mo

as if he had run a frustrated hand through it. But it was his eyes that had held her captive-inte

plied, her voice steady despi

then, slow and d

h other, the air between them crackling with

wavering from hers. "Tell me, Isla," he had murmured, his voice like

pulse betraying her as his wor

tching you,"

le. "Of course

have ended the conversation before she g

she h

nt to crave something forbidden, before she had real

already

air never bel

ief that power belonged to those who seized it. He didn't wait for opportunities-he

en he m

e moment he saw Isla, something inside him shifted. He wasn't the kind of man to romanticize emotions-he

had disrupted

t the city as if she belonged to it. The soft glow of the skyline reflected agai

lways wanted what

heirs to fortunes built on ruthless ambition. It was the kind of event where alliances were for

rived in t

t time, he found

y

, wearing a midnight-blue gown that hugged her curves in a way that was both effortless and devastating. She wasn't t

f indifference. But Damian saw the small tells-the way her fingers tapped restlessly against t

her d

cony, away from the suffocating expec

knew that. But he h

ng about Isla ha

against the railing, staring at the city below. The wind had lifted a stran

ping into the night air. "Do you always

nce. But then her gaze met his, and something fli

ng you," she said

l

ng his head slightly.

sing together as if debating whether

clair." Her voice w

brow. "And

r face before she quickly m

the tension between them. "I make it a

er head. "Is that suppo

g into the usual pattern. Most people either sought

e her d

d always been

here," he said, wat

fened. "E

glittering ballroom behind them. "You we

expression shift

ity skyline before returning his gaze to h

f trying to determine if he was being ho

ile he had seen her give othe

another arrogant billionaire," sh

Oh, I am. But

was amusement in her eyes now

murmured, hol

oken acknowledgment of whatever this was. A

a long time, Damian fel

tri

ee

gerous

t believe

balcony with Isla, he began to wo