In the darkness, I kissed Philip on the lips, running my tongue over his neck and nibbling on his earlobe. "Don't you think it's exciting, Mr. Foster?" my hand nudged his chest, along his chest feel through his pants touching his long awakening cock.
Revenge became my only reason to live, and Philip Foster—the powerful man behind the Brightonfield empire—became my target. Cold, enigmatic, and untouchable, he was the perfect pawn for my plan. Yet I never anticipated being ensnared by his tenderness and possessive dominance. Is this forbidden romance destined to fuel my retribution, or will it turn into the trap I can't escape?

Forbidden Sex: The CEO's Revenge Lover

Chapter 24


Catherine remained perfectly composed, her slender fingers languidly caressing the champagne flute. Meeting Olivia's furious glare, she allowed a smug, mocking smile to play across her lips.
What a foolish woman Olivia was. So easily provoked.
Philip appeared to be engaged in polite conversation ...


Catherine remained perfectly composed, her slender fingers languidly caressing the champagne flute. Meeting Olivia's furious glare, she allowed a smug, mocking smile to play across her lips.

What a foolish woman Olivia was. So easily provoked.

Philip appeared to be engaged in polite conversation ...

Chapter 17