Craving Forbidden Pleasures

r. Cream paper. No return address. My

to know. I knew it was from the Blackmailer and I needed to know. I found the same photos from the USB-Julian, and me,

ooks like. Let's not make

wn suite

nor the reckless and uncontrollable desire he evoked in me, I feared-

n it further than Julian or I could have imagined. And suddenly, the thrill of being with Juli

us message on his phone last night. And now, there was someone else. Someone with t

room when I arrived hom

" he said. "Ma

normal?" I asked. Julian knew immediately what I

could save trouble by telling him. He's a

nded to him. His fingers graze

I need to handle...

If this is about

despite the lingering ache of last night,

my cheek-a whisper, a sin, a

I said, feigning con

en you return, don't expect me to b

llowed the space. Floor-to-ce

ate thirties, ice in her smile. She looked like she

an. Very wel

straight to the point. What was t

emands. More photos.

sband's latest acquisition," she

asked, furiously. "I don't even

she said, nonchalantly. "Just gi

uing with her,, so, I left sh

n was there, arms fol

w her,"

mailed, Elena", he said, a hard look in

ound tilt ben

aid, voice like thunder. "And now she w

gling to hold myself upright. "She wants Langf

decisive, unyielding. "Y

started, afraid to c

ou break. And I'll never forgi

Julian Hart, dangerous, charming, sin incarnate. I saw the man wh

eing the woman was scary enough. Going to her once more without what she asked

ve to save me

"I already did", his voice tender and passionate all at once. I saw an odd

ire, and impossible choices coiled around us,

and on his shirt as I drew him close a

arried me upstairs into the b

tand. He drove me to insanity and by the time my sanity came back and reality alongside i