Chapter 30
Book II Sugar & Spice
Carter:
She shouldn’t have been there that night. She never should’ve lied her way into that club, invading my world with that innocent charm.
She’s totally off-limits-too pure, too sweet, and heartbreakingly innocent. A girl like her deserves more than a m
like me, yet here I am, drawn to her like a moth to a
flame.
Dressed in that alluring number, she sips her drink, those luscious lips wrapped around the straw in a way that sets my pulse racing. She’s looking at me with those wide, sparkling eyes, igniting something deep within me. Just a mere taste of her sweetness, and now I find myself consumed by an insatiable hunger.”
I need her. I need to claim her-take charge, dominate her, make her scream my name, and beg for more.
A guy like me should steer clear of someone like her, but that’s precisely why I want her. The thrill of bending her to my will, of showing her what it means to be really alive -it’s an intoxicating temptation.
She’s been very, very naughty, and it’s time for a little punishment.
Isolde:
I know I’ve been bad. A good girl like me had no business flirting in a dark, dangerous nightclub like that. Yet here I was, and all I could think about was escaping my own suffocating goodness.
Just for one night, I wanted to taste something devilishly delightful-the kind of danger that makes your heart race and your breath hitch. So I let go, surrendering completely to the allure of the handsome, rugged stranger who wanted to possess me piece by tantalizing piece.
But now, the very man who shattered my hesitations and stole my innocence stands.
bidden Lessons
Forbidden Lessons
directly in front of me.
In his office. Offering me a job.
Pulling me into his chaotic world.
Laying down rules that I never saw coming.
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And I guess good girls are supposed to follow the rules… right?
My heart races as I stand there, adrenaline pumping through me. Who knew this reckless night would bring me face to face with a man who ignited something wild in. me-a spark I didn’t even know existed.
As I glance up, his gaze is piercing, that smirk playing on his lips like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
Is it excitement? Or fear? Maybe a little of both. Whatever it is, it’s intoxicating, and I can’t resist the spell he’s weaving around me.
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