Semua Bab His Dark Desire: The Devil’s Bride : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Bella’s POVZayden’s words sent a shiver through me, rage and unwanted desire twisting in my gut. I bucked against him, trying to knee him in the balls, but he anticipated it, grinding his thigh harder into my aching core. My pussy clenched involuntarily, soaking through my panties, betraying me.His hands slid down my body, rough fingers shoving under my dress without mercy. He yanked my thighs apart, his palm cupping my mound possessively.“No!” I hissed, but my hips jerked forward as his fingers tore my panties aside. He plunged two thick fingers straight into my dripping pussy, stretching me wide.“Ah fuck!” I gasped, my walls clamping down on the invasion. He kissed me again, his tongue forcing its way past my lips, claiming every inch of my mouth.I hated him—hated this—but my tongue tangled with his, sucking desperately as he pumped his fingers deeper, curling them to hit that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.“Oh fuck, Zayden please!” I found myself moaning and I

Bella’s POVI woke up with Zayden’s arm wrapped tightly around my waist.His body was pressed against my back, warm and heavy, his breath steady against my neck.For a second, I didn’t move. Then reality crashed over me like ice water.What the hell had I done?I squeezed my eyes shut, shame burning through my chest. My mother was barely in the ground, and here I was — naked, sore, still smelling like him. I had let him fuck me. Again. After everything.Stupid. So fucking stupid, Bella.I carefully lifted his arm and slid out of the bed, trying not to wake him. My legs felt weak as I stood. I reached for my dress on the floor… only to find it completely shredded.I groaned, running a hand through my messy hair. “Great. Just great.”I tried to sneak toward the door, but a heavy hand suddenly gripped my wrist.“Where do you think you’re going?” Zayden’s voice was low, still rough with sleep.I exhaled sharply. “This was a stupid mistake. I need to leave.”He sat up slowly, the sheet fal

Bella’s POVLucia lay beside me on the bed, her head propped on her hand, looking at me with those eyes that always saw too much."So," she said, breaking the silence. "It doesn't matter who you get married to tomorrow… I'm still the maid of honour, yes?"I blinked at her. Then I laughed. A real laugh. Small and tired, but real."You're insane," I said."Insanely dedicated," she corrected, grinning. "Someone has to hold your bouquet while you hyperventilate at the altar."I shook my head, still smiling despite everything. "This is all so crazy. Honestly, I don't even know what to think of it sometimes."The smile faded as I looked up at the ceiling."I just really wish my mom were here."Lucia's expression softened. She reached over and gently brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, her fingers lingering for a moment.Then she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead."It's okay, Bella," she whispered. "I've got you."I closed my eyes and let myself believe it.Until a loud ba

Bella’s POVToday was my wedding day. I sat at the edge of my bed, my hands resting limp in my lap, my fingers curled slightly into the fabric of my dress.I couldn’t sleep because every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lucia’s terrified face as they dragged her away.I looked up at the clock. It was almost time. I had agreed to this. I had actually agreed to marry Matteo.The thought of it made my stomach twist. But I didn’t have any other choice. I was doing this for my friend. My family. Myself.A knock sounded on the door, snapping me from my thoughts.I didn’t even look up before I answered. “Come in.”The door opened. I expected Rosa or one of the maids. Instead, Matteo stepped inside. “Mi Principessa.” He said with a grin.I stood up immediately, heart slamming against my ribs. “What are you doing in my room?”He closed the door behind him with a soft click, his eyes moving over me slowly.“I know it’s uncultural to see the bride before the wedding,” he said, voice smooth, “but I

Zayden’s POVI stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom, fastening the cufflinks on my black suit. The silk tie was already knotted, the jacket pressed and hanging on the back of the chair. Everything had to be perfect.Nico leaned against the wall by the window, scrolling through his phone."Where did you say the wedding was being held?" I asked without turning around.“In one of the reception halls inside the Mendoza mansion,” Nico replied. “Alejandro wanted it private and controlled. Minimal guests. Invitation-only.”I let out a quiet hum.“Smart,” I admitted. “He’s trying to avoid unnecessary attention.”“Not just attention,” Nico corrected. “He’s trying to avoid you.”That almost made me smile. I buttoned my sleeve slowly. “And security?”Nico exhaled. "Tight. Very tight. Alejandro is doing everything he can to ensure this wedding is well-organised and secure. He doesn't want anything to stop it.”I smirked. "Well. Sucks for him." I grabbed my watch from the dresser and fastene