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. ~~ 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 2

DIANE

3 DAYS LATER...

The breeze whipped my hair in all directions as I stepped out from the airport building, dragging my little luggage behind me.

I didn't like traveling heavy so I'd sent my other things and they'll be arriving tomorrow.

I reached for my phone in my purse as I searched the swarm of people and cars for the familiar face of our family driver, Ray.

Pulling my shades down to shield my eyes from the intensity of the sun rays, I switched on my phone and was about to dial the driver's number to ask where he was parked when a message notification from my dad popped up.

I squinted my eyes and was about to click on the message when a voice sounded, freezing me on the spot.

My breath hitched, the heartbeat pounding loudly against my ribcage.

It can't be. It can't possibly be. It definitely can't be!

"Diane," the deep and husky voice called out my name again.

Even in my sleep I could recognize that voice anytime and anywhere, even from a mile away.

I'm mistaken right? It can't possibly be him. Dad said the driver would come pick me up.

That's right. I clicked on the message my dad sent, the letters blurring in my vision. I skimmed through the text, seeing the words busy, can't make it, office, driver, Damon, pick you up.

What?!

My legs felt like jelly. Through my eyes that were still glued to my phone screen, I saw a shadow of a figure approaching me, blocking the sun from my view.

I feared to look up. I couldn't. I couldn't control how fast my heart was beating, how sweaty my palms were. I suddenly felt so hot all over. My hand that rested on my luggage faltered, causing the luggage to slip to the ground.

I slowly lifted my head up, seeing him stride towards me in quick steps. I didn't move as his figure towered effortlessly above my 5'9 height.

I took in his features. The suit hugged his arm and torso like a second skin, his hair was still the same, gelled back in his usual signature look, his beards well groomed with a tint of silver.

The sight of him sent a dull ache to my nether region.

As he came close, the familiar scent of his cologne hit me, enveloping me in the sweet and addicting scent.

"Diane?" He cocked his brows as if for a second he thought he was mistaken.

I quickly gathered myself, mentally reciting the words I'd always used to calm myself from doing something stupid especially when he was close by.

'He's my dad's friend. I don't like him. I'm just confused. It'll all go away soon' I recited.

"Hi, Uncle Damon," I tried to put on a smile but my insides were in total chaos.

He wasn't meant to be here.

"You're all grown now Diane," his eyes swept over me and lingered for a second longer before he caught himself and looked away.

I felt my knees buckle at that singular act.

"You aren't the little girl I once knew anymore." His words hung around me. To him it might have been an innocent compliment but my mind had to take it a thousand miles further.

He said I was all grown now. Does it mean perhaps he notices me? Hell no. I'm his best friend's daughter. I'm sure he'd never look at me wrong or even think of it.

I smiled and muttered a small "thank you."

"How was your flight?" He asked, reaching for the luggage on the floor. I could see the way his muscles flexed even in the suit at his movement.

He was so close to me and my hands itched for me to touch him but no. I couldn't.

"It was smooth," I replied absent-mindedly, my mind still clouded by his more mature features.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

"Richard had an emergency meeting and the driver meant to pick you up had to take him," he said as he dragged the luggage and I followed behind him.

"Yes...um he left me a message," I replied awkwardly while tucking my hair behind my ears.

He nodded. "How was college? I heard you're all done now. That's wonderful news Diane." The way my name rolled off his tongue made my stomach tighten. Oh God! I was acting like a hormonal teenager that just saw her crush!

"Thank you Uncle Damon."

We came to a stop in front of a Rolls Royce Phantom. Of course! Damon Pierce doesn't do anything by halves. I'm talking about generational wealth here!

He opened the boot and effortlessly lifted my luggage like it weighed nothing and placed it into the boot.

I stood watching his every movement with my mouth half open.

He closed the boot and came towards me. My heart pounded faster as he closed the distance between us, his eyes locked on mine.

My back hit the side of the car as I took a step back. He took one closer. I took fast and shallow breaths as he invaded my personal space.

"W‐what-" the words died in my throat as he reached to the side and pulled the passenger door open for me.

My face heated up and I knew I'd be as red as a tomato.

I quickly gathered myself, trying not to show him how flushed I was as he came close to me.

"Um...uh T-thank you," I stuttered and slid into the passenger seat, the leather seats smooth and soft against my body.

He closed the door with a dull thud, before rounding the car and getting into the driver's seat.

He ran his hand through his hair, an action that I've gotten accustomed to. He does it whenever he's nervous. Did I make him nervous? No. Impossible.

"Cold?"

"What?" I asked confused.

"Are you cold?" He asked, taking off his suit jacket. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his forearms.

"N-no," I said, barely audible but he heard me because he nodded.

He placed his jacket at the center console, one sleeve falling on my lap. I couldn't help myself from tracing my fingers across the jacket, imagining it was his arm I was touching instead.

I looked up at him only to see him roll up the sleeves on his shirt revealing his muscular arms before he pulled his tie down and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt.

My throat immediately went dry. I averted my gaze and shifted uncomfortably in the car.

He turned on the air-conditioner. The engine roared to life as he started the car.

I stole one more glance at him as he drove away from the airport, his left hand on the steering wheel while his right hand rested on the center console.

He was left-handed and I found it all the more alluring and intriguing.

I could see a little hint of stress and tiredness in his face as he drove. I wish I could take it all away.

Oh my God. This is just my first day back and I'm barely holding up with him this close to me. How am I meant to survive this?

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I was lying in the emergency room with acute gastroenteritis on my birthday, but my mother ordered me to rip out my IV needle. She threatened to freeze all my accounts if I didn't show up to my adopted sister's high-society matchmaking party. When I arrived, dragging my weak body, I caught my fiancé Julio protecting his mistress. Worse, my adopted sister Billie framed me for stealing my own grandmother's heirloom earrings just to play the victim in front of New York's elite. I refused to be their stepping stone and projected the evidence of Julio's affair on the massive ballroom screen. In a rage, my father cursed me, and my mother slapped me across the face so hard my mouth bled. During the ensuing physical struggle, my adopted sister, the mistress, and I all plunged into the freezing outdoor swimming pool. My fiancé desperately swam to save his mistress, while my own brother rushed to pull my adopted sister above the water. I stopped kicking and let my heavy, soaked clothes pull me down to the bottom of the black pool. Why did my own flesh and blood treat me like garbage? After a mysterious bodyguard pulled me from the water, I watched my family frantically wrap the other two women in warm blankets. I didn't shed a single tear. "I am no longer a part of this family. I never want to see any of you again." I publicly canceled the engagement, turned my back on the wealthy estate, and walked away into the freezing winter night.

Modern Mystery Romance

8.3

In Bed With My Hockey Stepbrother

8.3

He wants to save her. She wants to hide. She's damaged. He's determined. Fate brought them together. Love binds them. Johnny Kavanagh is the definition of popular. He is an all-star rugby player with loads of friends, which means he should be enjoying the many perks of his life. But what people don't know is that he has been dealing with a painful injury that could halt the magnificent trajectory of his career. This means he has no time for distractions or mistakes. Especially not a girlfriend. Shannon Lynch has been bullied all her life. She is shy and would rather hide herself away to make it through school. But when she arrives at Tommen College for a fresh start, she meets the notorious Johnny Kavanagh on her first day in a not-so-romantic way. What follows is a complicated friendship that turns into undeniable chemistry. It seems that Shannon won't be able to hold onto the anonymous status she once hoped for. But maybe that's alright? Johnny won't give up on Shannon. No matter what it might cost them both.

Modern Romance Young Adult

9.6

Married To The Undercover Billionaire Boss

9.6

To escape my sister-in-law selling me off to a local thug, I married a complete stranger I met at City Hall. My new husband, Drake, claimed to be a broke Uber driver who could barely make rent. He even made me sign a brutal ten-page prenup just to ensure I wouldn't take his rusted, beat-up Ford sedan if we ever divorced. I thought I was just sharing a decaying Brooklyn apartment with a struggling man at the bottom of the ladder. But things quickly stopped making sense. When that local thug cornered me at a restaurant, my "weak" husband didn't cower. Instead, he dismantled three massive mobsters in ten seconds with the terrifying, fluid speed of an apex predator. "I used to be a human punching bag in an underground boxing gym to pay off debts." I believed his excuse, until his supposedly homeless grandfather showed up at our door in a moth-eaten sweater, begging to sleep on our lumpy sofa. Before going to sleep, the old man casually pressed a heavy, intricately engraved pocket watch into my hand as a wedding gift. He claimed it was a cheap flea market find that didn't even keep time. But the sheer weight of the solid rose gold and the flawless mechanical gears inside screamed otherwise. Why did a destitute driver have the aura of a man who controlled empires? And what kind of homeless old man casually hands over a priceless, museum-grade antique? I had no idea the "broke driver" sleeping on my floor was actually a ruthless billionaire CEO, and I had just walked straight into his trap.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.3

My Awakening: His World Falls Apart

9.3

My husband Hudson had kept me a medicated ghost for three years, convinced I was unstable. But a cheap pink hair clip, tangled with golden blonde hair in his car, ripped through the chemical haze. The bitter pill he forced me to take wouldn't numb the burning truth, only fuel my awakening. I was an architect once, but now I was just Cora, a docile wife trapped in his suffocating world. When he saw my shock, his concern was sickeningly sweet as he offered another Xanax. I pretended to swallow the poison, letting it dissolve under my tongue, a constant reminder of my awakening. Back at the mansion, his massive car deliberately blocked mine, a crude barricade confirming his control. Then, a message from an old intern confirmed my darkest fears: this was domestic abuse. He urged me to check Hudson’s closet, to record everything. I knew then I was living with a dangerous monster, and my denial shattered. The anger burned, fueled by the bitter taste of that undissolved pill. That night, Hudson walked in, wearing a hideous, sloppily tied red polka-dot tie. It was a clear, undeniable sign of another woman. My architect’s mind was awake, cold and calculating. "Game on, Hudson." I would make him taste this bitterness back a thousand times.

Horror Modern Romance

8.5

Novel Notes

8.5

Years ago, when I was very small, we lived in a great house in a long, straight, brown-coloured street, in the east end of London. It was a noisy, crowded street in the daytime; but a silent, lonesome street at night, when the gas-lights, few and far between, partook of the character of lighthouses rather than of illuminants, and the tramp, tramp of the policeman on his long beat seemed to be ever drawing nearer, or fading away, except for brief moments when the footsteps ceased, as he paused to rattle a door or window, or to flash his lantern into some dark passage leading down towards the river.

Modern Romance

7.2

Reborn Matriarch: Shattering The Orphan's Mask

7.2

Christa discovered her adopted daughter Evelyn was sneaking around with a street thug named Dante. When she furiously confronted her, Evelyn squeezed out a few tears and played the tragic, abused orphan. "Mom is so cruel to me, I just want someone to love me," Evelyn cried to the men of the house, who instantly took her side. Christa didn't realize her anger only gave the girl the perfect victim card. Evelyn manipulated the family's guilt to drain their wealth and orchestrate a massive corporate fraud. When the authorities closed in, Evelyn let Christa's eldest daughter Julianna take the fall, sending her to federal prison. The Stephenson family went completely bankrupt. Christa's husband Grant, crushed by the betrayal and debt, jumped off a Manhattan skyscraper. Until her family was entirely destroyed, Christa couldn't understand. They had given the orphan a home, a trust fund, and endless love. Why did Evelyn treat them like easy marks? Why did she use their kindness as a weapon to tear them apart? Opening her eyes again, Christa saw the heavy velvet drapes letting in the pale morning light. She was back seven years ago, on the exact day she first caught Evelyn texting that thug. This time, Christa wouldn't scream or fight. She would cut off the money, drop the rules, and watch the parasite dig her own grave.

Fantasy Modern Romance

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