His Forbidden Obsession: Tempting The Devil I Can't Have

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"Beg for it, Bella," his rasped voice whispered against my ears as his dick rubbed against my thighs.

"I want you to f**k me until my tongue knows nothing but your name. Please, Daddy," I begged shamelessly until he finally slipped into me.

-

The first time I saw him, I understood why people ruin their lives for dicks.

He was standing in the sunlight, watching me like he already knew how the story would end. I had a boyfriend. He was my best friend's father. And ninety days should have been easy to survive.

Then I opened the wrong door, and after everything burned.

Alexander Moreau doesn't touch you first. He studies you, learns you, and makes you feel like the only person in the room. And somewhere between midnight swims and locked doors, I stopped pretending I didn't want him.

I'd go through hell and come back friends with the devil if it would mean him sticking his dick inside me again.

But houses made of glass don't protect secrets, and by the time summer ended, I had lost my best friend, my relationship, my future, and the version of myself I thought I was. Because falling for Alexander Moreau wasn't the danger.

His ex-wife was.