Lahat ng Kabanata ng Addicted To The Arranged Bride: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

***~~ZARA~~***"Who is that?" I asked, wiping my eyes so I could see clearly through the tears.My heart raced because this was terrifying. I had locked that door when I came in. How could someone walk in here with a spare key?Oh no.What if the bartender gave me someone else's room by mistake? I could only make out the silhouette in the dim lighting. Tall. Broad shoulders. Definitely male.The figure stepped inside fully and closed the door behind him with a soft click.My eyes widened when the light finally shone on his face.Dante.Another Wright brother. At that point, I should have bought a plane ticket and moved to another country because the Wright brothers were clearly the universe's way of punishing me.First Adrian, who pretended to care about me while sleeping with my best friend behind my back. Now Dante, who spent years making my life difficult every chance he got.Every single interaction we'd ever had involved him teasing me or calling me that stupid nickname of hi

***~~ZARA~~***He turned me over and pressed a hand to my belly while lifting my hips. I barely registered the shift before I got into position. My face pressed into the bed, disoriented, but I didn’t resist. I just wanted him.He pulled down his trousers, and his dick popped out immediately. The perfect size for my pussy.My heart raced as he tore open a condom and fitted it quickly.Turning me slightly, he looked at me—flushed, helpless, and utterly exposed. Then he drew me back and entered me in a single, hard thrust.I gasped loudly, a sharp mixture of pain and pleasure surging through me.“This is what you begged for, Zazzz, isn’t it?” he asked in a husky voice as he continued thrusting.“You wanted me. Ahhhh… hard. You want me to break you.”“Mmmh… ahhh, Dante! You’re… goshhh, I want it,” I moaned.He started slow and deliberate, making me feel every inch, every second. One hand gripped my waist while the other circled my most sensitive spot, sending electric jolts through me.

***~~DANTE~~***The moment Zara ran out, I felt guilty, like I had crossed a line I hadn’t intended to.If I had known things would turn out like this, I would have controlled myself when I walked into that room. But I couldn’t help it. Every time I saw Zara, my mind and body reacted in ways I couldn’t explain.I didn’t expect to find her crying when I opened that door. The moment I saw tears running down her face, my whole body froze and a sharp discomfort spread through me.I didn’t even realise I was kissing her until it was already happening. She probably thought I did it on purpose, like I planned to take advantage of her while she was hurting.But the truth was being close to her messed with my control. And when she didn’t push me away and kissed me back, I took it as a sign that she wanted it too, that she was giving me the chance to do what I'd always wanted to do.Get closer to her, touch and kiss her properly.Now she thought I was just another guy who took advantage of he

***~~DANTE~~***I woke up around 8:30 a.m., feeling completely drained, and honestly, every part of my body was screaming at me to stay in bed for at least another three hours, or maybe the whole day if I was being real about it.The air in my room was still cold from the AC I’d forgotten to adjust before passing out last night, and I just lay there staring at the ceiling for a while, trying to gather myself because yesterday had honestly been too much to process in one sitting.Yeah, yesterday had been a complete mess—not just any regular mess, but the kind that left you lying awake at three in the morning, replaying every single moment in your head and wishing you could go back and do things differently, or maybe not do them at all.The club drama and what had happened in that private room with Zara kept playing in my head on repeat, like some twisted movie I couldn’t turn off no matter how hard I tried.We had actually had sex, and instead of feeling proud or manly like guys are

***~~ZARA~~***The maids had finished setting the long dining table, and the warm lights glowed above it. Soft clinks of cutlery drifted through the room.It looked peaceful.Everyone had already settled down. Dante’s mom and dad took their seats at the far end, while my mom sat close to Mrs Wright.Dante pulled a chair out for me and immediately sat beside me.I didn't expect much from dinner. I genuinely thought it would just be us eating quietly, like normal civilised people do when they sit down for a meal together.But then I heard the sound of heels clicking against the marble tiles in a distinctive rhythm that made my entire body go tense before I even looked up to see who was approaching.When I finally looked up, I saw Dahlia walking toward the dining table, like she was walking down a runway at fashion week.I immediately felt my blood pressure rise because I knew exactly what game she was about to play.She wore a strapless dress with a long slit that hugged every curve s