Todos os capítulos de Don't Touch The Bride : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Cheryl The bartender grinned, slipping a hand to my waist. “Of course,” he murmured. “You’re every man’s dream.” His other hand dropped to my thigh.My heart started racing.“I didn’t say you could touch me,” I frowned, pulling his hand away.He grabbed me again, tighter this time, his fingers digging into my waist.I tensed.“Let me go,” I said, my voice sharper.“I thought you wanted to be fucked?” he said, his jaw clenching.Fear shot through me.I looked around, but the people in the bar felt miles away.“Stop,” I gasped. “Please—”He didn’t let go.Panic gripped my chest. I shut my eyes and kicked him—hard—right in the knee.His hands jerked off me, but not because of my kick.I smelled him before I saw him.Miles.I barely had time to react before Miles punched the bartender in the face—once, twice, three times—so hard I saw a tooth fly.The bartender swung back, hitting Miles near his eye.Miles barely flinched.He kicked him—hard. The bartender went crashing into a table, gas

Miles “Can you two not have sex on this auspicious night? I’m about to give my special speech, and everyone has to listen,” Anna interrupted.I groaned, pulling away from Cheryl and turning to glare at her.“What?” Anna threw up her hands. “You’ve had, what, two years to fuck each other, and I’m the problem tonight? You’ll see each other at home. Now, get your asses downstairs and listen to me.” She waved us over before strutting down the stairs.I turned back to Cheryl, still holding her against me.“Your friend is a pain in the ass,” I muttered, brushing one last kiss against her lips.“Yeah, I know.”I took her hand, pulling her up and leading her down the stairs to humor Anna.Finding a seat, I sat down, expecting Cheryl to take the one beside me. But she didn’t. Instead, she settled right on my lap—a much better choice. My arms wrapped around her waist instinctively, pulling her closer while I held my champagne glass in my other hand.Instead of listening to Anna, I watched Cher

Cheryl “It's okay, I'm okay,” I assured him.He nodded and gently pressed his tip gently at my entrance.“You know once we do this we can't stop, I'm going to fuck you at least five times a day,” He said, the corner of his lips twisting into a smile.“Five times!?” My eyes widened.He chuckled.He lowered his head and kissed my neck. “I was joking but it might happen everyday Cheryl, I'm always going to want to fuck you because you are my wife and you are beautiful, okay?” He said as if lecturing a twelve year old.I nodded.I didn't rush him, I let him take his time and work over his fears. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit on my bottom lip as he slid his tip inside of me. And then slowly he went in.I exhaled even though I suffered from PTSD but it didn't hurt like the first time. My walls clenched around his cock and with a grunt he began working on his thrusts, slowly and gently, stretching me.My fingers curled around his shirt, squeezing tight. His cock was so big it would defini

Cheryl We landed in Korea late at night. Seoul looked even more breathtaking than I had imagined. At night, the city is a dazzling fusion of neon lights, modern skyscrapers, and traditional charm. The streets pulse with energy, glowing with vibrant billboards, bustling markets, and endless streams of traffic reflecting off glass towers. In Myeongdong, the streets are alive with shoppers, street performers, and food stalls sizzling with tteokbokki and hotteok. Young crowds move between cafés, bars, and karaoke rooms, laughter spilling onto the sidewalks. We stopped at a grocery store because I wanted to pick up some of those Korean drinks I’d been dying to try. Just as the car glided to a stop, I caught Miles staring at me. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, arching a brow. His answer was unfiltered. “I want to fuck you.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “We haven’t fucked in days. I wonder whose fault that is.” We really hadn’t. Almost a week, actually. I had been si

Cheryl The raised voices from downstairs woke me up. It was around six in the morning. I groaned, rolling out of bed and holding my pounding head. I stumbled into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, trying to push the anxiety in my chest away.I didn’t want all of this to explode into some huge drama.After brushing my teeth, I made my way downstairs.“I took you as a daughter, and you want to ruin my son’s marriage?! Did she or did she not cut you with that knife? Be careful with the next lie you tell before this gets worse,” Laura snapped.I had never seen her this angry before.“She didn’t,” Jenny said quietly. “She just… made me really mad, and—”Before she could finish, Miles stormed toward her.He grabbed her face tightly, rage written all over his.“You bitch! How dare you,” he growled, pressing his hand harder against her cheeks.“You believed her!” Laura shouted, her voice shaking the walls.“If I hadn’t been there, you would’ve believed Cheryl did it!” she turned to Miles, f