The Tyrant's Stolen Bride-Chapter 138: The Moment That Changed Everything

That night, Theo had been slightly drunk, unsteady on his feet, but he knew exactly what he was doing.

Mia had sent him back to his hotel. She helped him lie down, and after a moment, then joined him there.

"Mia... what are you doing?" he startled, when she started unbuttoning his shirt.

"You need to change before bed," she said. Her fingers brushed against his skin.

Theo seized her hand and gently flipped her over, pressing her beneath him.

"I’m not that drunk... I can do it myself," he murmured, his gaze searching hers.

"Weren’t you the one who warned me we were only friends? You know it’s hard for me when you act like this."

Mia’s lips curved into a small, daring smile. Slowly, she looped her arms around his neck, pulling his face close.

"Will you... entertain your friend tonight? I’ve never done this before."

"If I refuse?"

"Um... I guess I’ll just find some other guy."

His gaze was fixed on her lips. Slowly, his thumb brushed, tracing their softness.

"You won’t regret this?" he asked quietly, reading the mix of fear and desire in her eyes.

"I won’t. You’ll make me feel good tonight."

His lips met hers, and her fingers slid into his hair.

It wasn’t what Theo wanted. He wanted her love, not this fragile born from need. But the thought of her turning to another man if he refused tightened something deep in his chest.

He would not allow someone else to grant her this wish.

"We should clean ourselves before we do this. Go take a shower."

He climbed down from the bed, walked to the wardrobe, and took out a clean towel for her.

"I’ll use the bathroom next door."

Then he left.

Mia bit her lower lip and pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her heart race. She could hardly believe how bold she had been to make such a request.

She would not take her words back. Desperation had already taken hold of her.

Even if she couldn’t love him, she trusted him—and that was enough.

Mia stood and reached for the clean towel Theo had left on the bedside table.

She stepped into the shower and stood beneath the spray, washing herself slowly, as if trying to steady her thoughts.

This was her first time, and she knew it would also be her last.

She rubbed the towel over her body, then ran it through her hair, leaving it just slightly damp.

Her eyes lingered on her reflection in the mirror as she gently patted her cheeks, steadying her breath, before stepping out of the bathroom.

Mia moved toward Theo, who was already sitting on the bed, watching her with quiet intensity.

He rose as she approached. His hand slid to rest on her waist, pulling her closer. Their eyes met, and then his lips found hers, soft at first, then deeper, more insistent.

Slowly, he let the towel slip from her body to the floor.

While their lips didn’t part and their tongues entwined, Theo gently eased her onto the bed, and slowly climbed on top.

His lips lowered to her neck, trailing toward the softness of her chest. His tongue circled around it, one hand gentle on the other side.

He pinched the tip of her chest. A moan escaped, her face flushing as heat rose through her from the rough yet gentle touch.

"How do you feel? Can we go further?"

"Yes... just don’t stop," she moaned, her voice trembling with anticipation.

His kisses trailed slowly from her chest down to her navel, lingering on every curve. His hands glided along the sides of her waist, teasing her thighs before gently parting her legs.

He lowered his lips, brushing and tracing the sensitive skin of her core. He thrust his tongue inside, and Mia arched, her legs restlessly kicking against the mattress as she endured the intensity.

Her inner heat grew wet, and he licked her slowly. He lifted her head, then slid his finger inside her, moving carefully and deliberately. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Theo... hgh... I can’t," she gasped, her legs writhing uncontrollably.

"You can’t? If you can’t handle just my fingers, how will you manage when I’m inside you?"

Theo kept sliding his finger in and out slowly, moving with deliberate control as Mia struggled to handle it.

"You have to hold on... just a little longer. This is your first time. It will hurt more if we don’t do it this way."

More and more of her arousal flowed, and only then did Theo seem satisfied.

He began to climb back on top of her, his eyes locked on hers.

"You asked for this, didn’t you?"

"Yes... I won’t take it back."

He kissed her, his hands moving to knead her chest, pinching her nipples.

From there, his hands traveled down to her thighs, spreading her legs. He positioned his hips, letting the thick length of him meet her entrance.

Mia gasped, a single tear slipping down her cheek as he began moving inside her. It was slow, but she still felt the pain.

"It hurts a little... but it will ease slowly. Just hold on," he murmured.

His hips moved forward, then he suddenly stopped and pulled back. He remembered something.

Theo opened the bedside drawer.

"Why did you stop?" Mia asked, puzzled.

"We need protection. I don’t want you getting pregnant."

"It’s okay. I’m on the pill. I won’t get pregnant. Just... go without it," she whispered.

Theo’s hand paused, still holding the condom. Slowly, he closed the drawer.

"Why didn’t you say that from the beginning?"

He positioned himself back at her entrance. Mia cried out as he entered.

"Hold on," he breathed.

Mia felt the sharp sting of pain, but as Theo began moving, the sensation shifted, blending pain with pleasure until a slow, delicious warmth spread through her.

"Don’t hold back. I can take it," she gasped, her breath hitching, her body trembling under him.

"Really? But you cried earlier," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

"You will regret it if you refrain... there won’t be a next time after this night," she whispered.

Theo felt a flicker of frustration—she wouldn’t let him have a second night. That made him slam harder, just the way she wanted.

"Fill me..." she breathed, her fingers clutching at his shoulders.

"I will," he growled, losing himself.

Theo moved without restraint. He held her close, pressing his chest against hers, kissing her neck, shoulders, and every curve he could reach, his body hot and urgent against hers.

The hot warmth of him burst inside her, filling her completely.

Theo slowly pulled back and lay beside her, holding her close. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"Yes... I want more," she whispered as she slowly climbed onto him.

They found themselves tangled together again, and after several rounds he filled her, Mia finally begged him to stop.