The Forbidden Series:
His Forbidden Goddaughter (Book 1) | Complete
Her Forbidden Desire (Book 2) | Ongoing
The Forbidden Order (Book 3) | TBA
Forbidden Attractions | TBA
***WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS LOTS OF EXPLICIT SCENES, VIOLENCE, AND VULGAR LANGUAGE***
For those of you that haven't read my books before, they are known to get wild and more times than not end in a cliffhanger. You've been warned!
To the world, I am Alberto Morello. A ruthless asshole, merciless, dangerous, the definition of death. But to Francisco Blanco, I am his brother, his best friend, the man that swore to rule the world we live in alongside him. That’s why when he asked me to be the godfather of his only daughter, Isadora, I didn’t hesitate to accept.
I may be a coldhearted bastard to just about everyone in this bloody world, but I swore to care for that little girl as my own. What I never expected was for that little girl to grow into the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on.
I tried to fight the attraction, knowing that it was the one line I couldn’t cross. I couldn’t do that to my best friend, to his sweet girl. I am sick in all ways imaginable, and I couldn’t do that to them, to her…
But when they both team up against me to get me to come back home after years staying away, will I be able to stop myself from falling into temptation? And if I do have a taste of the forbidden, will I be able to stop?
The music came to a halt as the announcer spoke through the microphone. He was talking a whole bunch of shīt that I really didn’t have time for. But one thing I knew for sure, he was making way to present her. The birthday girl. My goddaughter, Isadora Blanco. The one that I have been avoiding for years so that I wouldn’t fall into temptation.
Most may think that I’m the worst godfather in the world, but fūck it. If I was anywhere near her, I wouldn’t have held back this long. I would have bent her over any and every surface and fūcked her into unconsciousness. But she didn’t deserve it. She is an innocent little girl that didn’t deserve to be part of our world and especially not have a ruthless fūck like me lusting over her.
Even though I wasn’t listening, my eyes made their way up to the top of the stairs. Maybe it was instinct, but the moment my eyes reached the top, my breath hitched.
There she stood. Fūcking beautiful and perfect like no one I have ever met. Tall, olive-skinned queen with beautiful brunette hair styled to the side. She wore a long white fitted dress with a high as fūck slit and a plunged neckline that made my hold around my glass of whiskey tighten. She looked like a fūcking angel. My angel.
I closed my eyes briefly. She isn’t mine and can never be mine. I just had to get that into my fūcking head. I knew it was a bad idea to come here, but Francisco insisted. He said that he would never forgive me if I missed it and that she wouldn’t either.
I took deep breaths, trying to control myself. ‘You can do this. It’s only a few hours.’ I told myself as I opened my eyes. ‘The fūck I can.’ I hissed to myself when my little angel placed a kiss on some motherfūcker that wasn’t me. My blood boiled at the sight, making me squeeze my hand tightly around the glass tumbler, causing it to shatter in my hand.
The shattering glass caused everyone to turn to me, making me clear my throat uncomfortably. My eyes never left her face as she pulled away from the asšhole’s face and turned to face me. The moment our eyes met, she smiled. But it wasn’t an innocent smile and she confirmed it when she bit her bottom lip ever so gently, making me internally groan. She lifted her leg slowly, making her way towards me as her hips swayed from side to side.
My cōck was hard as fūck. Uncomfortably hard at that and I was sure that if I didn’t move soon, someone would see it. But my feet were glued to the ground, confirming something else. That I was fūcked.