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Craving The Forbidden Touch

Chapter 6 Six

Word Count: 1522    |    Released on: 21/04/2025

ir didn't bel

icking against the marble floor, he couldn't shake the feeling that sh

trie

id, his voice caref

ession that once had the power to undo

long

autiful as ever, with her flawless skin and cold, calculating eyes. The same wo

u want?" he

er. "Is that any way

e corrected, his voice

of champagne from a passing waiter. "Still so c

ore he had se

an's arms, whispering false promises w

er, the wealth, the prestige that came with being Damian Sinclair's fiancée. And

d learned

ke the same m

't be here,"

, her gaze flickering toward the crowd.

enough about

features before she smoothed it over. "You used to," she

at was the point? The

s hell wouldn'

't work," he told her. "You and I-we'r

studying him. "And yet

"Maybe I lear

ef second before she shifted tactics. "And w

sl

in his expression. She always had been good at

other sip of champagne. "She's beaut

her, his voice like steel. "You

ed saccharine. "I know

enched. "An

g flashed in her eyes-somethi

driven her. "I made a mistake," she admitted, her voice softer now. "I

no humor in it. "You don'

e first time, there was something raw

n pull

alread

rds wer

was his

moment before forcing another smil

for the first time since he had met her,

owly, running a ha

e felt satisfi

he could think

sl

he should b

ouldn't seem to

verything, might just be the

en them crackl

er back into his world. He had always been a force too powerful to

t, here

n his penth

kind of barrier between them, but it was useless. Damian had nev

her pulse race. His dark suit was still perfectly tailored, not a sin

e finally whispered,

What do you want me to say, Isla?" His voice w

"I shouldn't h

you

ng between th

sive floor-to-ceiling windows. The view was breathtaking-glittering lights stre

isn't

d low and knowing. "Since when ha

d how rig

some kind of answer, some indication of what he was th

om me?" she asked, he

ach step deliberate, slow, until he was standing so

you alre

reath

use s

ely-there touch that sent shivers down her spine. She shoul

she d

ilt her chin up, forcin

to stop,"

er mouth, but

didn't want

ng, daring her to make the next move. And whe

n't gentle. I

was

cla

ad never fe

ore f

ke he was the only solid thing in a world th

is hands sliding down her wa

her screamed to

lung to hi

im. One hand tangled in her hair, the other gri

did

ips as he devoured her, claimed her. It was despera

sponse, lifting her off the ground. In seconds, her back hit

ike that-lost in the heat, in the hunge

ay of shattering even the

is breathing heavy, his fo

angerous,"

ed her eye

an't d

d around his jacket.

epping back, creating space betwee

sides, clenched into fists

ced through he

, forcing herself to meet his

len

eart

oth

n, "

was so quiet she

rd it. And i

ips grazing his wrist. "T

a war waging behi

shook his hea

est tig

and through his dark hair as if trying to regain control.

k of her eyes, but she r

ked away fro

me, she

he gave him wha

d, she turned and wa

e, Damian did

deep down, this

nly the b

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Craving The Forbidden Touch
Craving The Forbidden Touch
“Prologue Isla knew this was a mistake. She had spent years resisting Damian Sinclair, keeping her distance, pretending the attraction between them wasn't suffocating. But now, standing in his penthouse with the city lights glowing behind them, she knew there was no turning back. His gaze burned into her, dark and unreadable. He leaned against the bar, his tailored suit still pristine despite the chaos she felt inside. "You shouldn't be here," he murmured, his voice a slow, deliberate temptation. "I know," she whispered. Yet she didn't move. Neither did he. Instead, he pushed off the bar and stalked toward her, each step unraveling what little control she had left. He stopped just inches away, his heat wrapping around her, his scent-dark spice and something purely him-making her dizzy. "Tell me to stop." His fingers brushed against her wrist, tracing a path of fire. "Tell me this is wrong." Isla opened her mouth, but no words came. Because they both knew the truth. It was wrong. It was reckless. And it was inevitable. Damian tilted her chin up, his breath ghosting over her lips, waiting for her to push him away. But she didn't. Because tonight, she wasn't going to fight it.”