Forbidden Desire 18+

Chapter Seventeen

ELIO MORELLI

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I make the grave mistake of looking down at her body in that lacy, black underwear. The second I saw her eyes dilate, I knew my sight would betray me by looking when she drops her arms to her sides.

The thin lace that covers her breasts exposes the hardness of her pink nipples, poking through the material. I take down a silent breath and clutch her phone between my hands even tighter than before. I sink my eyes lower, over her flat, toned stomach and down to the tiny thong that is angled over her hip bones.

Her legs are placed one in front of the other, elongating her limbs and flashing off her golden tan skin from the heat of this summer.

Kory's message echoes through my head. I need you here, riding me.

I grit my jaw as a thousand inappropriate images of Isabella grinding and groaning on top of me flickers through my mind. Fuck. As hard as I attempt to push them away, I can't. Those legs would look slick and sexy straddling my own, her core grazing against mine in a desperate release of pleasure.

My hand runs down my face and I glance at Isabella whose body looks like it's trembling. "Don't look at me like that," her voice is nothing but a panting whisper.

I tilt my head slowly at the same time my nostrils flare. How did I even end up in this situation? Right now, I couldn't give a single shit. Fire burns through my body at the same time blood rushes to my crotch at Isabella standing here in her underwear set that would have most men keeling over.

"So what..." I find my voice. "You were going to send him some pictures and hope that you guys spend the night together?"

Isabella flinches and retreats her head an inch. "That is none of your business."

Her skin flushes and I can read her mind. Of course that was the plan. Send some dirty pictures to a man she's barely said two words to and end up in his bed–fucking all night until she's got nothing left to give.

Not on my fucking watch.

"You want an orgasm, Isabella? Is that it?"

She blinks furiously as if I've sprouted the most profane curse words possible. Those pretty pink lips part at the same time the blush creeps up her neck to meet the colour on her cheeks. It's an odd sighting to see her so flustered.

But that just proves I already have the answer to my question.

I have no idea what's come over me in the last five minutes but I can't seem to stop. These past few weeks training with her has brought us closer in a silent way. It's not all rainbows and sunshine, it's insults and swear words. It's blood, sweat and tears. It's all her hard work, her determination. It's everything she's proved that she is after knowing her for a month.

She might be a brat but at least she owns her shit. Yet, I find that so damn attractive and I know I shouldn't. This is Lonzo's daughter. I'm doing him a favour and right now I'm losing control and I'm allowing myself to. She's forbidden fruit and they always say that it tastes the sweetest. Goddamn. I already know it does. I haven't even had her, it's a thrill I didn't know I needed.

There isn't a single logical thought in my brain right now.

"Don't embarrass me," she releases through shaky words before grabbing her nightgown that is draped over the back of her chair.

She attempts to put it on and walk past me at the same time. Clearly needing to put some distance between us. "Embarrass you?" I repeat following after her into the living space.