Sinful Addiction
HOLY SHIT! My father's best friend had his face buried in between my legs.
I threw my head back against the headrest, fisting his hair in my palms but it only urged him to go faster.
His breath was warm against my clit and just when I thought I couldn't get enough, he hummed, the vibration sending intense waves of pleasure through me.
"Oh my God," this was so wrong yet my body betrayed me, leaning closer into his touch.
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Diane Ashford thought four years in Paris had killed the forbidden feelings she had for Damon Pierce. But returning to New York brings the past rushing back. Damon is her father's best friend, her protector, and the man who makes every part of her body ache for him.
Now working as his assistant, Diane must face desire, secrets, and family lies that could destroy them. Damon is powerful, possessive, and impossible to resist.
Can their forbidden love survive the truth or will it ruin them both?
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Chapter 4
DIANE
I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting them to the darkness of the room.
My muscles felt stiff as I tried to turn. I yawned while stretching my arms above my head.
My phone lit up with an instagram notification. The first thing I saw was the time. It was a few minutes to midnight. Holy shit! I overslept!
I stood up, trying to steady my wobbly feet as I made my way into the bathroom to take a much needed shower.
I caught my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were a bit red and puffy from crying myself to sleep earlier. I didn't know why that call hurt me this much. Regardless if he was in a relationship with someone else or not, the fact remained that we could never be together.
I'd rather cut my own tongue than let him know how I feel. I won't only be putting myself out there for more heartbreak, I'd also be disappointing my dad and that's the last thing I wanted to do.
I stripped out of my travel outfit, wrapped my hair into a messy bun and started by brushing my teeth before I stepped into the shower.
The warm water cascaded down my back, soothing my sore muscles and it felt a million times better.
When I was done, I wrapped my body in a pink towel and walked barefoot back into my room, switching on the lights.
I brought out a baby blue shorts and a pink tank top from my luggage and threw them on before taking my hair out of the bun and letting them fall loosely across my face.
My steps were quiet against the tiles as I exited my room, making my way downstairs. I paused in my tracks as I heard familiar deep laughter coming from downstairs.
My face broke into a wide smile as I ran down the flight of stairs towards his home office. I didn't bother knocking, instead I pushed the door open.
"Dad," the excitement was clearly evident in my tone as I ran into his arms as he sat behind his desk.
"Di," he said, hugging me back just as tight. "Oh I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you too dad," I said against his neck, my eyes blurring as tears threatened to spill from them.
I didn't pay attention to whoever it was with him here till I broke away from his embrace, taking in his stressed and aging features.
"How have you been dad?" I asked, tucking my hair behind my ears.
"As agile as a cheetah," he said and laughed before it turned into a strained cough.
"Dad-" I rushed, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge just beside the shelf.
I uncapped it and handed it over to him to drink and that's when my eyes landed on him. Damon. For the first time since I stepped in here, I took in his presence. He was standing by the full length window that overlooked the city.
"You okay Richard?" He asked, a worried expression etched on his face as he stepped closer.
My dad raised up his thumb in acknowledgement as he took a sip from the water before clearing his throat.
"I'm fine," he said, his eyes not leaving Damon's and at the same time I turned to Damon, he was still staring at my dad as if they were having a sort of communication through their eyes.
"What's going on?" I asked, curious at how tense the atmosphere got.
"Nothing."
"Nothing." They both said in unison before they broke contact.
I looked between them. They were both avoiding my eyes.
I folded my arms across my chest. "You're both terrible liars."
Dad laughed but it sounded forced. "Just business talk kiddo. Nothing for you to worry about."
Business talk at midnight?
My eyes drifted back to Damon. He was looking at me now with an intense gaze, his eyes trailing over the little clothing I had on that barely reached mid-thigh.
I suddenly felt very self conscious, my heartbeat picking up. Just then, a voice in my head mocked me for still feeling this way around him when there was a possibility that he was seeing someone else.
Kara. The thought of her still stung like a fresh wound, creating a hollow feeling in my chest.
I knew that to him I was nothing more than his friend's daughter which made me his daughter too since his wife, aunt Emilia was unable to bear children.
He had always looked at me and cared for me like his daughter.
"How does it feel to be back home?" My dad said, changing the topic. The chair made a screeching sound as he pulled it back, rising to his feet and approaching where I stood.
"I'm so glad to be home," a genuine smile spread across my lips.
"And I'm glad to have you home kiddo." He said, pulling me into a brief hug. "You know, Damon and I were just talking," he said, clearing his throat. "You should start work at the company, learn the ropes of things as you'll be inheriting my share soon."
This was a nightmare. It had to be.
"What?!"
Dad laughed, thinking I'd be happy with this arrangement. "Damon has offered to put you through himself. You'll be working as his assistant for a while till you grasp the operations."
I turned to Damon, his jaw tightened, but he said nothing. His expression was unreadable, but something flickered in his eyes, something I couldn't quite place.
Dad looked between us, oblivious to the sudden tension. "It's perfect, really. Damon runs most of the day-to-day operations now. You couldn't learn from anyone better."
His assistant. Working under him. Seeing him every single day.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"I... I didn't know you two were business partners now," I managed, my voice sounding strangled even to my own ears.
"Made him partner last year," Dad said proudly, clapping Damon on the shoulder.
"Best decision I ever made. The company's never been stronger."
Partner. Of course they were partners.
"When do I start?" The words came out before I could stop them, a part of me needing to know just how much torture I'd signed up for.
"Monday," Damon said, his voice low. His eyes were still on me, searching for something. "If that works for you."
'No. Nothing about this works for me.' I wanted to say but I bit on my lower lip to avoid saying anything.
"This Monday?" I asked. I barely just got back and everything is spiraling out of control already. "Like after dad's birthday this weekend?" I raised my brows.
Damon nodded, his eyes holding mine.
"And for how long?"
"Well that depends on how fast you learn. Could be a couple of months. Could be a year or even two," Dad said, a satisfied grin on his face.
I nodded. I knew this day was going to come sooner or later but I didn't expect to still be feeling this way towards Damon when it finally came.
Now not only was I shamelessly in love with my dad's best friend, I had to fight off the feeling whenever I was close to him.
For a year.
Maybe two.
I was so screwed.
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8.5
After four years of marriage, my wealthy husband Brad handed me a $50,000 severance check outside the Manhattan Family Court.
He linked arms with his mistress, Jenna, who flaunted the diamond ring that used to be mine.
"Just take it, Hayley. Take the money and get out of our lives," he sneered, looking at me with absolute disgust.
I tore the check into pieces, but my nightmare was just beginning.
To access my grandfather's trust fund, I had exactly seventy-two hours to get legally married, so I desperately proposed a one-year contract marriage to a poor insurance salesman I met in a dive bar.
When Brad found out, he and his arrogant family cornered me at their estate.
Brad mocked my new husband for being a penniless, money-grubbing parasite, while my former mother-in-law slapped me hard across the face, knocking me to the ground.
"You are trash, just like your mother," she spat, watching my knee bleed onto the sharp gravel.
Jenna gleefully kicked my phone away, shattering the screen and cutting off my only lifeline.
Lying there in the dirt, I stared at the broken glass in absolute despair.
I didn't understand why four years of quiet devotion had earned me nothing but cruel betrayal and endless humiliation from the people I once called family.
Just as I thought I had completely lost, a black Lincoln Navigator slammed to a halt at the gates.
My "penniless" new husband stepped out, radiating a terrifying, righteous fury that made the entire Patton family freeze in horror.
8.2
When our family empire crumbled, my sister and I were sold off as collateral to the Chicago Outfit.
My fierce sister Frankie was forced to marry Damien Moretti, the terrifying Don. I was shackled to his brother Leo, a notorious, degenerate playboy.
I thought my life was over, but the real nightmare began on our wedding night. A terrified maid handed me the wrong room key. Exhausted and numb, I crawled into a dark honeymoon suite, praying my new husband would be too drunk to find me.
Instead, the heavy door opened, and a man fueled by a drug-laced drink stepped in. He was ruthless, punishing, and entirely stripped away my dignity in the pitch black.
When the morning light finally broke, I turned my head, expecting to see Leo's boyish face. Instead, I saw a profile carved from ice.
Damien Moretti. The Don. My sister's husband.
The very man who had previously called me a "liability" and ruined my life. When he realized who I was, his eyes filled with absolute, chilling disgust. He dragged me out of the ruined sheets, threw me onto the floor of a freezing shower, and demanded to know why I had sneaked into his suite.
"You ruined me. How am I supposed to look at Frankie? You should have just killed me. Kill me now, Damien. It would be a mercy compared to this."
I sobbed, the freezing water mingling with my tears. He just stared down at me with cold, unreadable intent. I was now trapped in a house of monsters, carrying the Don's darkest secret, and I had to figure out how to survive without destroying my sister.
8.8
Clara supported her boyfriend Leo for four years, paying his rent and buying his headshots while working dead-end extra gigs.
On his twenty-sixth birthday, she caught him in their bed with Veronica, a wealthy producer's daughter who constantly stole Clara's roles.
Leo mocked Clara as a "pathetic, poor stepping stone" who was just there until he got his foot in the door.
Veronica threatened to ruin Clara's career forever.
Clara dumped him, packed her bags, and impulsively entered a contract marriage with a cold stranger she met at City Hall.
But her nightmare wasn't over.
When her mother suddenly needed a $200,000 emergency brain surgery, Clara was forced to take a demeaning extra gig to survive.
There, Veronica and her starlet friend cornered Clara.
They mocked her cheap clothes, ridiculed her new wedding ring as fake glass, and intentionally poured scalding coffee on her feet.
"Well, maid, you better clean that up."
Veronica laughed, forcing Clara to her knees to wipe up the burning liquid while snapping photos.
Clara swallowed her burning humiliation, secretly recording their abuse on her phone.
She endured the pain, desperate for the $300 day rate to save her mother's life, feeling entirely crushed by their overwhelming wealth and power.
What she didn't know was that outside the soundstage, her new contract husband—the man she thought was just a struggling, broke tech worker—was sitting in a sleek black Maybach.
He watched his wife kneeling on the floor, and his dark eyes filled with a lethal, terrifying rage.
9.3
For years, Gabriela believed the man beside her would be the one she grew old with. They had loved each other since they were young, but in the end, all those years meant nothing beside a younger woman's smile.
Returning from a business trip, she uncovered his betrayal with brutal clarity. Still, she did not cry or beg. She took out her phone, recorded every damning second, and filed for divorce the moment she could.
Afterward, she rebuilt her life into something brighter, richer, and stronger, even marrying a powerful tycoon. As for her ex and his shameless mistress, they could rot together.
9.4
I was Aliana Donovan, a resident physician, finally reunited with the wealthy family I' d been lost from as a child. I had loving parents and a handsome, successful fiancé. I was safe. I was loved. It was a perfect, fragile lie.
The lie shattered on a Tuesday when I discovered my fiancé, Ivan, wasn't at a board meeting but at a sprawling mansion with Kiera Reese, the woman I was told had a mental breakdown five years ago after trying to frame me.
She wasn' t disgraced; she was radiant, holding a little boy, Leo, who giggled in Ivan' s arms.
I overheard their conversation: Leo was their son, and I was merely a "placeholder," a means to an end until Ivan no longer needed my family's connections. My parents, the Donovans, were in on it, funding Kiera' s lavish life and their secret family.
My entire reality-the loving parents, the devoted fiancé, the security I thought I' d found-was a carefully constructed stage, and I was the fool playing the lead role. The casual lie Ivan texted me, "Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you. See you at home," while he stood beside his real family, was the final blow.
They thought I was pathetic. They thought I was a fool. They were about to find out just how wrong they were.
8.2
A virgin at thirty? A plus-size? Yes, that's Hera. After a painful heartbreak, she shuts herself off and chooses to focus on her career. Well, that's until She meets Mason aka Viper, the leader of Shadow riders motorcycle club on her way to her best friends wedding. He stakes his claim on her but life has a way of messing people up. Past traumas and bitter Ex's crawl on them. Hera has a secret, will Mason accept this side of her when he learns about it?
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He is ready to settle, she only wants to play around. He is Jepoy aka Zero. The deadly weapon of the club, yet she elopes his traps, avoiding his claim.
She was not always like this, a traumatic marriage changed her. He saved her from him, but he can't save her from the hell she lives in everyday. Chloe knows she isn't ready to settle, Jepoy knows he must stake a claim on her. Two wounded souls, two different destination, is there a future for them?
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