Forbidden lust

The room was dim, casting shadows over two figures locked in a passionate embrace.

The man gripped the girl's hands, his lips gently brushing her neck. His voice was low and rough. "I'll ask you one more time. Are you sure you won't regret this?"

The girl's gaze was distant, her mind clearly clouded.

Her body arched instinctively, a soft invitation slipping from her lips. "I want you..."

The man chuckled quietly. "You asked for it."

He then tilted her head and kissed her deeply.

Later that night, Joanna Powell was jolted awake by the shrill ringing of her phone.

Her head pounded from the hangover, and she rubbed her temples, feeling a rush of embarrassment.

In her dream, she had slept with her boyfriend, Mathew Higgins.

In the dream, Mathew had been forceful and dominant. She had only kissed him, but he had taken control, pinning her down—nothing like the polite, respectful guy she knew.

There was no denying that this side of him had a magnetic pull.

Joanna smiled sheepishly, turned on the bedside lamp, and reached for her phone to answer the call. But then she stopped dead in her tracks—she was completely naked!

Pink hickeys marked her skin, each one telling the story of the previous night.

She glanced down and noticed a man's arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

Joanna's mind went blank.

It wasn't Mathew's arm.

She turned her head slowly and then fell back onto the bed.

The man next to her wasn't Mathew.

He was a stranger, someone she had never met before.

The color drained from her face, leaving her pale and shocked.

How had this happened?

The night before, there had been a school event, and everyone had booked rooms at the hotel to rest.

But why was there a stranger in her room?