All Chapters of Arrange Marriage [ Craving ]: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

•Dominic•"Are you certain that deluded bitch, Natalie Martel, had absolutely nothing to do with this scandal?" Teodoro asked me for the hundredth time, irritation and suspicion lacing his whiskey-soaked voice. "I have this strong gut feeling she had a diabolical grin on her face behind whatever goddamn gadget she used to ruin my reputation."I took a rather light sigh compared to the heavy ones I'd released all day long, continuing down the long hallway with my father."You ruined her life and shifted things uncomfortably in her life with a sex tape. Of course, she'd be thrilled to serve you a cold dish of karma with a little bit of drama to spice things up," I responded flatly, fighting the urge to completely annoy him with the thoughts spiralling through my mind.Indeed, Natalie had been the prime suspect with a clear motive of revenge and I'd personally made sure to confirm she'd had no hand in this scandal.When I'd called her, she'd rather seemed disappointed someone had beaten

I felt my heart thud and adrenaline pump into my veins as he began pulling down the zipper slowly and cautiously. I could feel cool air blow against the skin he was exposing, his fingers leaving a trail of their graze behind the zipper.My stomach felt too fuzzy for me to stand still and breathe normally, my chest heaving my and down."D-do you remember this dress?" I found myself asking him, wondering if he remembered.I'd worn it for him although it'd been to pull a divorce stunt on him. He stopped halfway through pulling the zipper down, his gaze demanding I made eye contact with him. I did as I felt he needed, looking softly into his eyes and waiting for his response."Of course, I do," he responded, lightly pressing himself into me. "I bought it for you on our honeymoon and I knew you'd pull it off flawlessly. You were breathtaking today, Sofia."I could never get used to his compliments because each gave me butterflies every single time like the first. He just had a way with hi

•Dominic•Kissing Sofia was like nothing I'd ever experienced before, a blissful level of sensual intimacy that transcended the physical.Our lips brushed delicately, a chaste and tender touch that ignited a raging inferno within me. It was a torturously hesitant exploration of what I felt was mine, a soft and gentle embrace that spoke volumes of the unexplored connection between us.I could feel the warmth of Sofia's breath on my skin, the feather-light touch of her fingertips caressing my neck, tracing and memorising the skin she'd leave marks on whenever and however she pleased.Emboldened by the fire that enveloped us like a scalding blanket, I deepened the kiss, my lips moulding against Sofia's in a fervent embrace. She moaned lightly against my lips the more I became greedy to taste her, feel her and elicit beautiful sensations within her.Fuck.I'd never felt lips so soft, so pliant and delicate I feared I'd break them with the blazing need manifesting itself in every caress of

He nodded. "Of course."Dominic left right after we summed up our conversation. That went smoother than I feared and I felt proud of myself for behaving so well despite the liquid heat pooling between my legs.I finished up my coffee and headed straight to the bathroom to freshen up. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, pulling my hair into a cute, messy bun.That was when I noticed it in the mirror with my neck bare and exposed. A hickey red and imprinted onto my neck right above my collarbone like a claim and a mark that I belonged to him.Back then, I used to call myself delusional, but now that his words echoed in my mind that I was his and he was mine, I felt a major confidence boost and the more I looked at my neck, the more I wanted his marks all over my body.I could see my reflection through the mirror and envision him kissing my skin, sucking on it, biting and leaving his marks in places only we could find. I felt so dirty thinking of it and feeling arousal flood my bloods

In this room, I'd made my initial discovery of Mom's sexual interactions with our biggest enemy and things had turned out pretty terribly after that. I could stomach the disgust for a couple of minutes and, hopefully, it would be worth it.Looking around, I figured this room wasn't as big as the rooms in the rest of the house and it barely had anything much to look into. Mom had probably gone through everything and removed or hidden whatever she didn't want us to get our hands on.There was no harm in trying though.I walked around the desk, plopping into the wheeled leather chair. The desk was tidy, with a few documents in a tray and a journal on top.I grabbed it naturally, hoping some journal entries could answer at least one of the questions I had. I flipped through the pages, the first a calendar with multiple marked dates.None made any sense to me no matter how much I tried putting things together. They could mean anything I didn't have to crack my head over them.I flipped thr