Chapter 4: The Wildest Proposal & The Beast’s Claim

Ang katahimikan sa ballroom ay parang isang mabigat na kumot na biglang sumakal sa lahat ng naroon. Ang mga bilyonaryo, ang mga socialite, at maging ang mga waiter ay tila naging estatwa. Sa gitna ng lahat, nakaluhod ang pinaka-mailap at pinaka-mapanganib na tagapagmana ng mga Hawthorne—si Dixon.

Ang dyamanteng hawak niya ay mas maliwanag pa sa mga chandelier sa kisame. Pero mas nakakasilaw ang titig niya sa akin. It wasn’t a look of love; it was a look of total, unadulterated possession.

"Dixon, stop this madness!" sigaw ni Garrick, na tila lulubog na sa sahig sa sobrang hiyang nararamdaman. "She’s a nobody! She’s... she was..."

Hindi siya pinansin ni Dixon. Nanatili ang kaniyang tingin sa akin, ang kaniyang panga ay matigas at ang kaniyang mga labi ay may nakakalokong panginginig. "Lysandra Albrecht," Dixon’s voice boomed, deep and commanding. "Accept this ring and tell the world who owns you. Sabihin mo sa kanila kung anong itatawag mo sa akin sa tuwing nakaluhod ka sa harap ko sa dilim."

Lalong bumilis ang tibok ng puso ko. Ramdam ko ang init na gumagapang mula sa aking hita paakyat sa aking dibdib. I looked at Garrick, then back at the beast in front of me.

"I accept," I whispered, my voice echoing through the silent hall. "And I will call you whatever you want... Dik."

Isang malakas na singhap ang narinig sa buong silid. Ang pangalang "Dik" ay tumama sa pandinig nila na parang isang maruming sikreto na biglang isinigaw sa publiko. It was seductive, dirty, and utterly unhinged. Garrick’s knees finally gave out, at napaupo siya sa sahig habang ang kaniyang asawa ay napahagulgol sa hiya.

Isinuot ni Dik ang singsing sa daliri ko nang may kasamang gigil. Pagkatapos, tumayo siya at hinila ako palapit sa kaniya. His arm was like a band of iron around my waist.

"The show's over, Dad," Dik said with a smirk that could kill. "I'm taking my fiancee to my yacht. Huwag mo kaming hihintayin. We have a lot of... celebrating to do."

Pagdating sa Private Yacht, hindi pa man tuluyang sumasara ang pinto ng cabin ay sinunggaban na ako ni Dik. He slammed me against the mahogany door, his body pressing into mine with a force that knocked the wind out of my lungs.

"Call me that name again," he growled, his face inches from mine. His eyes were no longer cold—they were burning with a horny, primal fire.

"Dik..." I moaned, my hands grabbing his thick hair. "D-dik, please..."

"That’s it, baby. Isigaw mo ang pangalan ko habang nilalapastangan kita," he hissed.

Wala nang preno. Mabilis niyang hinubad ang kaniyang tuxedo, revealing his god-like physique. Ang kaniyang 6-pack abs ay kumikislap sa ilalim ng malamlam na ilaw ng yacht. Pero ang mas nakaka-in heat ay ang kaniyang pagkalalaki na tila sasabog na sa laki at tigas. It was thick, veined, and pulsating with a life of its own.

"Luhod," utos niya. Isang simpleng salita pero may dalang matinding awtoridad.

Lumuhod ako sa kaniyang harap. Hinawakan ko ang kaniyang beast gamit ang dalawa kong kamay. It was so hot, so heavy. Nang simulan kong gamitin ang dila ko, narinig ko ang kaniyang malakas na ungol. "F-fuck, Lysandra... suck it... suck your future husband's pride..."

Dik was losing control. Hinila niya ako paitaas at marahas na hinubad ang aking red gown. Ang tela ay napunit sa gilid pero wala siyang pakialam. He threw me onto the leather sofa, spreading my legs so wide it felt like I was being offered to a predator.

"I want to feel every bit of you, Dik!" I cried out, my body arching in anticipation.

He didn't make me wait. Dixon entered me with one long, punishing thrust that made me scream. "A-ahhh! Dik! Ang laki! F-fuck, it’s so deep!"

Hindi siya tumigil. He began a rhythmic, animalistic pounding that shook the entire sofa. Plak. Plak. Plak. Ang tunog ng aming mga balat na nagtatamaan ay humahalo sa ingay ng makina ng yacht. Dixon was f-cking me like a man possessed, his thrusts reaching the very back of my womb.

"Sino ang nag-iisang lalaki mo?" he demanded, his voice thick with lust as he gripped my throat gently, forcing me to look at him.

"Ikaw! Ikaw lang, Dik! Oh god, h-harder! Bilisan mo pa!" I begged, my vision starting to blur from pure pleasure.

Lalong bumilis ang kaniyang galaw. Every time he hit my sweet spot, my body would convulse. “Ahhh-ahhh! Dik! D-diyan! F-fuck, I’m gonna...!” Dixon flipped me over, pushing my face into the leather while he took me from behind. This was the most "wild" position—raw, primal, and totally dominant. I could feel his heavy weight on top of me, his chest hitting my back in a frantic pace.

"You're mine, Lysandra! Akin lang ang bawat ungol mo! Akin lang ang bawat patak ng dumi mo!" Dik roared as he reached his limit.

He didn't pull out. He pushed even deeper, his hands bruising my hips as he released his hot, thick, and white fluid deep inside me. I felt the heat of his seed flooding my insides, making me tremble in a long, shattering climax. “A-ahhh! DIK!”

Naiwan kaming magkayakap, ang aming pawis ay naghahalo habang ang yacht ay dahan-dahang gumagalaw sa gitna ng dagat. Dixon kissed my temple, his breath still ragged.

"That's just the beginning, Mrs. Hawthorne," he whispered into my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "Hindi pa tayo tapos. I have all night to make you forget you ever knew my father's name."

Nagising si Lysandra sa gitna ng gabi dahil sa lamig. Wala si Dixon sa tabi niya. Lumabas siya ng cabin at nakita si Dixon sa deck, hawak ang kaniyang phone habang nakatingin sa malayo.

Lumapit si Lysandra, pero bago pa siya makapagsalita, hinarap siya ni Dixon. Ang kaniyang mga mata ay wala nang pagnanasa—puro galit at pagtataksil ang naroon.

"Bakit hindi mo sinabi sa akin, Lysandra?" tanong niya, ang boses ay kasing lamig ng hangin sa dagat.

"Ang alin?"

Iniharap ni Dixon ang phone niya. It was a medical report from a local clinic. Patient: Lysandra Albrecht. Status: 4 weeks pregnant.

"Buntis ka," Dik hissed, his grip on the phone tightening until it cracked. "At base sa petsa... hindi ako ang ama nito. It was Garrick. It was my f-cking father."

Napabitaw si Lysandra sa kaniyang balabal. Ang kaniyang sikreto ay nabunyag na—pero hindi niya alam kung paano ito nalaman ni Dixon.

"Dik, let me explain—"

"Explain what? Na balak mong ipakasal sa akin ang anak ng tatay ko?" Dixon stepped closer, his shadow looming over her. "Sana nilitawan mo na lang ako, Lysandra. Dahil ngayon... ang paghihiganti mo ay magiging sarili mong impiyerno."