THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116

He lifted her and set her down on the edge of her makeup table, knocking over a few brushes and bottles that clattered to the floor, completely forgotten. His lips never left hers, urgent and consuming, like he’d been starved of her and could finally breathe again.

He kissed her like he she was his air, like the world had stopped and only they existed in that moment.

She gasped when his mouth moved to her neck, then to her ear, his teeth grazing her earlobe. The sound that escaped her made him groan deep in his throat, and her fingers tangled into his hair, gripping tight as if anchoring herself.

Her thoughts blurred, her mind a haze of sensation and need. Every stroke of his hand sent another tremble through her. He touched her like he knew every part of her, what made her weak, what made her breathless.

His fingers slipped lower, finding her already wet, trembling, and aching for him. A knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Mia narrowed her eyes, trying to glare at him through the dizzying pleasure, but she couldn’t even stay still, she pulled him in and kissed him hard, needing to taste the man who always made her forget everything.

Then, he lowered himself between her thighs.

Her breath hitched, her legs instinctively tightening around him, her hands fisting the edges of the table. The moment his mouth met her skin, she gasped out his name.

“Stefan…” And just like that, her composure shattered.

Every time she moaned his name, it seemed to light something deeper in him, like a match striking flame. He didn’t rush, he took his time, as if worshipping her, and she couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, just feel. Every stroke of his tongue, every part of her he touched. She felt it all.

He didn’t stop until she was trembling, her chest rising and falling in uneven waves, her lips parted in quiet, breathless sounds. When he finally rose, he kissed her slowly, gently this time, as if to steady them both.

As, he entered her slowly, Mia clutched at his shoulders, her breath catching. Their eyes met, and neither looked away. As if memorizing every moment.

They’ve never made love this passionatly before, it felt new. Felt like Stefan was telling her everything, his fears, his promises, his apologies, his devotion, all without uttering a single word.

And somehow, she understood it all.

She moved with him, whispering his name against his skin holding him like he was home. Because he was. And he always would be.

The next morning, as Mia stood in front of the mirror getting dressed, she caught sight of something on her neck…. a faint mark, just above her collarbone. It was from him. A love bite, soft but visible, a reminder of the night before.

Normally, she’d have reached for concealer without thinking. Covered it. Smoothed it out. But today… she didn’t.

Maybe it was the way he looked at her last night.

Maybe it was the way he made her feel like the only woman in the world.

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Or maybe…. maybe it was that little rebellious part of her that had decided it didn’t want to hide what happened between them last night.

She ran her fingers lightly over the mark, gave a tiny smirk and walked away without reaching for the makeup

brush.

She wasn’t leaving it for anyone to see. Of course not. Not even Sammy.

Later, as they stepped into the elevator on their way down, Stefan was adjusting the sleeve of his blazer when he felt her

press close.

She leaned in, placed a slow, deliberate kiss on his cheek, and then his lips. She made sure she didn’t pull away immediately. Her lips lingered longer than necessary, warm and soft against his skin.

When she finally pulled back, she tilted her head slightly to inspect her handiwork. She looked at the faint outline of her gloss on his skin, then down at his lips,just to be sure nothing smeared.

Perfect.

Her smile said it all.

That victorious, satisfied kind of smile, the one that said you’ll never win over me.

Stefan caught it. Oh, he caught it. And as they stepped out of the elevator, his hand brushed gently against the small of her back.

He was smirking.

This woman. He never knew she had this petty, and jealous side.

But now that he’d seen it… he didn’t just like it.

He loved it.

Sammy walked into the conference room, all smiles and confidence. Her heels clicked against the marble floor with the rhythm of someone who believed she owned the room, or at least, thought she could.

She’d chosen her outfit deliberately, powerful but soft. A silk blouse tucked into tailored high-waisted pants, hair swept effortlessly to the side. She was here to impress, and most importantly, to remind Stefan of what he once had.

As she approached, her gaze zeroed in on him immediately

She smiled. That slow, knowing kind of smile that carried years of history and a little too much arrogance. He loved her before, she was sure there was still something there.

But then she saw her rival.

Mia had already taken her seat beside Stefan, a tablet in hand, casually scrolling through their meeting agenda. She looked flawless, smartly dressed in a navy-blue dress that complimented her figure perfectly, her hair pinned neatly back, diamond studs glittering subtly in her ears.

But that wasn’t what made Sammy stop mid-step.

No, it was the faint, reddish mark on Mia’s neck, just peeking out from the curve of her collar.

Sammy blinked.

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Her lips twitched, the smile faltering for a split second. She recovered quickly, but it was too late.

Mia had seen it. But she didn’t say a word, didn’t even lookup. But her lips curved into a calm, smug little smile as she kept scrolling.

Mia Meyer always win.

Stefan, sitting relaxed beside Mal, was oblivious to the sile exchange at first. He was busy highlighting, notes his device, but he glanced up when Sammy approached the able,

She greeted the room casually, but her eyes lingered too lo; on him. She noticed the lipstick on his chook and lips.

Why didn’t he clean it, are they trying to rub it in all their faces that they have an healthy sexual life?

She couldn’t help the way her blood was boiling. Her breath hitched, but she controlled it.

She wasn’t leaving until she accomplished her mission and it must be today,

Stefan didn’t even pay her any attention as he saw her. His aze drifted back to Mia, naturally, like a compass finding north. He leaned slightly toward her, as though whatever she was reading had suddenly become more interesting than anything else in the room.

Smy cleared her throat, her voice light but with a strained undertone. “Rough night?” she said, eyeing the

mark again.

Mia finally looked up.

“Not at all,” she said with a soft, polite smile. “Why do you ask?”

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