Married to My Enemy

Her face beamed with satisfaction, her eyes gazing dreamily at me, and fuck me—I wanted more. This wasn’t nearly enough. I drew out of her and lowered her down, already planning to invite her to come to my place afterward.

CHAPTER 6

Arianna

I had never felt so conflicted in my life. I just didn’t know what had come over me.

When none of my friends had been able to clear their schedules to go out with me, I had come close to canceling my plans altogether. But then a rebellious streak I didn’t know I possessed suddenly sprung forward. I knew both of my parents had expected me to be with friends, which was why they felt comfortable letting me go out in the first place. If I had told them none of my friends could make it, they would have undoubtedly sent one of my brothers along as an escort, and the mere thought of that annoyed me.

As a 26-year-old woman, the fact that I still needed parental permission was starting to get old, fast. Even worse, I realized that once I was married, my husband would simply take over my parents’ role. So, while I would no longer need their permission, I would instead need his.

That’s when it occurred to me that it was my last opportunity to be my own woman, doing whatever I wanted without a chaperone.

The more I thought about it, the more intoxicating the thought became. And thus, rather than abandon my plans, I decided to go out on my own so that just for once, I could know what it felt like.

Walking through the club, I easily caught the attention of several men around me, and it had felt amazing until one of them turned out to be a complete creep who wouldn’t leave me alone. At that moment, I realized that I had made a big mistake in venturing out alone.

But then he showed up.

Gio.

Granted, it wasn’t like I spent much time with men, but there was still no denying that he was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. He had long dark hair, amber colored eyes, and a strong jawline accompanied by deep dimples. Tall and muscular, he had given me goosebumps from the second I laid eyes on him.

I immediately gathered that there was something simultaneously intriguing, yet intimidating about Gio in ways I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I was far more intrigued than scared, and as the night went on, I found myself not wanting to leave him.

For the first time ever, I lamented the fact that I was part of an arranged marriage.

I had listened to my friends discuss the frustrations of dating more times than I could count. Consequently, I had always thought of my arranged marriage as a relief, for it spared me from the hassle of dating. But upon seeing Gio, I began to feel that maybe I had been missing out all along. The extremely sheltered life I’d been living had deprived me of things I had hardly ever even thought about before.

It suddenly felt unfortunate that I was being assigned to be with one man for the rest of my life, without even knowing who he was. The thought struck me hard when Gio invited me back to a private room of the club, courtesy of his friend who owned it.

Every inch of my body had felt like it was on fire—in a good way—as his hands playfully explored my body under the pretenses of showing me how to play pool. Yearning like I had never experienced before came over me, and I suddenly wanted to do things I had never dared even contemplate in my wildest dreams.

Initially, Gio had thought something was wrong. In reality, he just didn’t know how right he was making me feel until I gave in to my impulses and showed him, which he happily obliged to.

To say that he’d felt like Heaven was an understatement.

Gio had awakened a side of me that I didn’t know I had—and frankly, it scared me a little.

What if my husband couldn’t make me feel the way he had? What if I went the rest of my married life, wishing I could re-experience what I’d felt with Gio, but knowing that I never could?

I understood more than ever the dangers of the forbidden fruit.

“Want to go back to my place?” Gio asked, his breath warm and delicious in my ear.

“Yes,” I said, shocking myself.

As soon as we got inside his place, he pushed me against the wall and slammed his lips against mine, stirring my insides. I was thoroughly wet for him, rubbing shamelessly against his erection as our hands roamed over each other’s body. Our clothes were gone from our bodies in a matter of seconds, and I let my eyes drink in every curve of his naked body.

He was ripped! I moved my hands over his muscular chest and firm abs, halting above his massive manhood when a slight stab of hesitation reminded me that I was a good girl and good girls didn’t do these kinds of things with strangers...

“Don’t think about anything,” he said with a raspy voice. He followed every move of my hands, panting like me. “Touch me.” His plea was barely audible, but it broke all my restraints and doubts. I wanted him. After the explosive sex we’d had in the club, my mound was begging me to let him get inside of me once more—to forget about everything and just feel.

His dick was hot in my hand, furiously pulsating when I wrapped my fingers around him. It was probably around nine inches, fitting my small pussy perfectly, and my pussy clenched with desire when I remembered how good it felt when he entered me for the first time.

His pre-come oozed out of his tip, and I got down to my knees and licked it.

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