THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: Marry To Rival's Son novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

“What……do you want?” She said her voice a whisper, she could barely hear herself.

His hand came up, trailing his knuckles gently along her jaline, drawing a line that felt like fire to her. He tilted her face up to his, his thumb ghosted over her lower lip, slow, soft and sinful, it took her breath away,

Her knees felt weak, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t. Her whole body felt like it was held together only by the fragile thread of restraint, and he was pulling at it, unraveling her with nothing but his hands and a look that made her skin burn.

She could have stepped away, but she didn’t because she wanted this so bad. She wants his lips on hers, she wants to taste how he feels without any audience.

Then he dipped his head closer, capturing her lips with his

The world spun away in that instant. His lips moved against hers were slow and intentional, like he was tasting every piece of her he’d been denied. There was no rush, only heat, and hunger, and the quiet ache of want spilling

over.

Her hands rose, gripping his shirt, unsure if she wanted to pull him closer or push him away, she didn’t even know anymore. His hand slipped to her waist, the other tangling in her hair as their lips danced in a steady rhythm, deep, slow, and full.

Mia could hear the erratic drum of her heart echoing in her ears. Their first kiss had been amazing, everything a first should have.

But this… this was something else entirely, this was breathtaking

This kiss stole the air from her lungs and replaced it with something intoxicating, him.

His lips moved with purpose, yet restraint. He kissed her like he was reading her, like he knew the language of her mouth before she even spoke it. Their lips molded together in a rhythm too perfect to be practiced slow, deliberate, devastating.

He’d never loved kissing anyone the way he loves kissing her lips, they were so soft. They fit his perfectly, like they were created for his. God, this was everything.

Mia wanted more, for the first time, she wanted.

She wanted the way he touched her like she was a case study, the way he tasted her like a promise he intended to keep. She wanted more of the warmth pooling low in her belly, more of the possessiveness in the way his hands held her, one gripping her waist, the other buried in her hair as if anchoring her to him.

But when she thought they just got started, a shrill ringtone shattered the moment like glass on marble.

She gasped softly against his mouth, her body still pinned lightly to the wall. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed. For a second, she didn’t move, she just looked up at him. Whoever this is better be good, or else, she’d make sure she scratches their eyes out.

Then the ringtone chimed again, louder this time.

“Sorry,” she murmured breathlessly, pulling away with trembling fingers to dig into her back pocket.

Stefan stepped back slowly, jaw clenched, trying to ignore the throb in his chest and the lingering heat between them. He exhaled sharply through his nose, forcing his gaze elsewhere, until he caught a glimpse of her screen.

Love followed by a red heart emoji.

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His eyes darkened and his jaw clenched. For a second, something foreign flickered in his chest. Something he couldn’t describe.

Her face lit up. She tried to hide the excitement that bubbled up, but Stefan saw it, the way her lips curled, the way her fingers trembled as she swiped to answer.

“I need to take this,” she whispered, voice soft, as if she didn’t want to, but had to.

He didn’t stop her, he couldn’t. He just watched her walk out. Probably a friend, he told himself. A close one, maybe a cousin. He caught himself spiraling, dragged himself back to logic. He doesn’t care whoever she’s on the phone with, it has nothing to do with him.

He shouldn’t care and, he didn’t care.

Yet… he left the door slightly open.

He told himself it was just coincidence. But his body stayed footed near the doorway, ears straining without permission. Her voice drifted in, sweet, soft, filled with a warmth he hadn’t heard her use before.

“Really? Oh my goodness… I’ve missed you a lot. I’ll be right…..”

And then the door closed behind her, cutting the rest off. Stefan stood there for a moment, unmoving.

His mind screamed it didn’t matter, a kiss isn’t enough to make him start doing things he shouldn’t do. The kiss was nothing.

Just heat and impulse, the result of two people standing too close in a room too dark. It had been the way her lips looked when she was at a loss for words, the way her breath hitched and her body leaned in like it belonged to him.

That was it.

With a deep breath, he turned toward the closet and tugged open the doors, reaching for a clean shirt. He needed to freshen up, he had bigger things to worry about. Like the new company he and Mia were about to launch after their wedding. That was where his focus needed to be, that was what truly mattered.

Not the girl outside talking to someone saved as Love, not the taste of her still lingering on his lips. And definitely not the stupid ache in his chest.

Stefan shut the laptop for the third time in ten minutes. No matter how many times he tried to focus, the numbers on the screen refused to stay still. He exhaled sharply and pushed back his chair.

He wasn’t going downstairs to look for her. No, of course not.

He just… needed air. Needed movement, needed something anything at all.

His feet carried him down the stairs, slow but steady. The living room came into view, its silence oddly loud. His eyes skimmed instinctively across the space.

No Mia, only Elena.

She sat curled up on the couch, one leg folded under her, a look in her hand. Her face was calm, unreadable, but he knew she had seen him the moment he stepped in. She was just pretending not to.

He couldn’t blame her. He pitied Mose more than anyone, but he was they’d have settled their differences, maybe even made out. He trusted Elena to always go for whatever she wanted.

Stefan stayed at a respectful distance, settling into the farthest armchair, flipping open his laptop again like he had work to do. But the screen was a blur. He wasn’t fooling anyone, especially not her.

And she knew it.

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Elena glanced up from her book, a dangerous smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Then she picked up her phone and held it to her ear with exaggerated flair.

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