Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Bride He Bought : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀 Her sweet and addictive taste is thick on my tongue as I keep lapping her juices. She keeps twisting, howbeit weakly, under me. Her thighs clamp around my head, but I don’t stop until her body starts shaking uncontrollably again. She lets out another cry, louder this time, the kind of sound that tightens every muscle in my body. My cock jerks painfully in my briefs, already straining to tear free. I pull back, my mouth wet with her slickness smeared across my lips. She whines at the loss and her hips rock up in protest, but I need more than this. I need to be inside her. I push her legs wider, holding her open with both hands and stare down at the mess between her thighs. She’s glistening pink, her little nub slightly swollen. I press a soft kiss on that spot, earning a sharp jolt. I push off her to take my briefs. My cock twitches, pulsing against my stomach as I drag them down. Once they’re over my legs, I toss them aside and gently rub at my freed length. It feels so

𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 For a moment, I think I’m still dreaming. My body is back to feeling weightless so when I hear his voice, I almost laugh. It has to be another dream. Delirium from too much… from too much pleasure? I don't know. But then it registers and my eyes snap open. Pushing up on my elbows, I turn to glare down at him in disbelief. “What? Why?” Dante lies sprawled beside me like a man who has all the time in the world, one arm tucked lazily beneath his head, with the sheets tangled low around his hips. His eyes are heavy lidded, watching me with that unreadable darkness that always makes me feel like he sees too much. “Mama is getting worse,” he finally says. “Rina called weeks ago to let me know, so I went back to see for myself. She might be leaving sooner than expected.” The words land like stones in my chest. The faint rasp of sadness in his voice makes it worse. He doesn’t show cracks often, in fact he never does but hearing that tremor makes guilt flood me instantly. Last

𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 The leather couch feels stiff beneath me as I shift for the third time. Marisol had told me to wait, that Dad was finishing up something in the new study he set up. He's recovering real well and settling nicely into our new or should I say old life? But sitting right here is making me feel so uneasy. So, I press my palms against my knees and try not to think too much, but it’s impossible. My mind keeps circling back to the heat of Dante's body against mine, the way his voice had dropped so low, the way I had fallen apart under him like I’d been waiting years for it. Just remembering everything makes my cheeks flush hot, and I pinch my lower lip between my teeth. God. I shouldn’t even be thinking about it here, especially when I'm waiting for Dad. Why? Because it’s wrong on so many levels. I’m not supposed to be sleeping with the man who ruined us. I’m definitely not supposed to be liking it either. But I’m an adult, aren’t I? Adults make choices. Adults separate feeli

𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 “I’m not avoiding you,” I stutter, in a thin voice. Dante leans back against the seat beside me, perfectly calm. His eyes flick lazily over my face, like he’s reading every crack in my defense. “But you are. I’ve kind of mastered your patterns already. And you’ve spent the majority of your time with me avoiding me.” Heat rushes to my face. He’s been noticing? Every excuse, every quick step in the opposite direction, every time I buried myself in work that wasn’t mine just so I wouldn’t have to meet his eyes. He noticed all of it? “I’m not avoiding you,” I repeat, sharper this time. “I’m just… trying to make sure we—” My tongue knots. “We still understand our boundaries.” A smirk slowly curls across his lips. “What boundaries?” I shrink back in my seat, glaring at the clouds outside the window as though they might have answers for me to give him. Then he leans in closer, his voice dipping a little lower. “I’ve eaten you out, Alera.” I jerk toward him so fast my seatb

𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝘼 I try to push the door again, and I meet the same fate. Just then, Dante rushes towards me. "What happened?" "I...I don't know. She just started to cry. " We catch another rounding of intense hacking. Dantes trying to open the door as this goes on. "Rina is in there." I offer. He looks down at me, then back up. "Rina!" He goes on in some sharp Italian and the door is unlocked. He reprimands her and then pushes past her into the room, I follow, refusing to look at her. Elena is still coughing, and it's even worse in here, this one tears through her like it wants to break her in half. Her shoulders shake as her frail body benda under it, and when she pulls the tissue away, I spot red stains blooming across the white. I don't need to even think to register that she's coughing up blood. I move without thinking. My hand finds Dante’s arm. His body is locked hard, his shoulders rigid, but when I look up, his eyes aren’t the usual cold glass. They’re full