Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 126: Sara’s Confession

Chapter 126: Sara’s Confession

Sara’s words hung in the air, soft but heavy, like a confession I wasn’t ready to hear. "Maybe I just wanted to see you," she said, her voice quieter now, almost sincere. "You know, before everything changes."

I blinked, my face twisting in confusion. "Huh? What?" I said, leaning forward slightly, trying to read her. The room felt too small, the glow of the vanity lights casting long shadows across her white gown.

She looked down at her hands, her fingers twisting together nervously, her short dark hair falling forward to frame her face.

"Yeah," she said, almost whispering. "I really enjoyed the time we spent together, Ezra." Her voice was soft, but there was a weight to it that made my stomach churn.

I snorted, crossing my arms, my tone flat and unyielding. "Yeah, more like you enjoyed our time in bed and blackmailing me to fuck you until you were satisfied." The words came out sharper than I meant, but I didn’t care.

Our history was a mess of late nights and bad decisions, and I wasn’t about to let her rewrite it with some sentimental nonsense.

Her head snapped up, and in a flash, she was on her feet, her bridal gown swishing as she stormed toward me.

"You motherfucker," she hissed, her eyes blazing. "Will you ever just listen?" Before I could react, she shoved me back against the door, her hands planting firmly on either side of me, caging me in.

The wood creaked under my weight, and I froze, caught off guard by how close she was.

"Ahm..." A small sound escaped my throat, more surprise than anything else. Our eyes locked, hers dark and intense, her breath warm and mingling with mine in the tight space between us. The scent of her perfume—something floral and sharp—filled my lungs, and for a second, I couldn’t think straight.

"What are you doing, Sara?" I said, my voice low, trying to keep it steady despite the way my pulse was racing.

She tilted her head, a smirk curling her lips.

"Why, you scared already?" she teased, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, her eyes glinting with that familiar mix of challenge and mischief.

I forced a laugh, meeting her gaze head-on. "Scared? Of what?" I said, keeping my tone even. "You’re the one who needs to chill out and control yourself."

Her smirk widened, and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing dangerously close to my ear.

"And what if I don’t want to control myself?" she whispered, her voice dripping with intent. "What if I want to keep living my life the way I like? What if..." She paused, her eyes tracing every inch of my face, lingering on my jaw, my neck. "What if I want to keep you on my leash for the rest of our lives?"

My breath caught, and before I could respond, she stepped back just enough to pull her phone from a hidden pocket in her gown. Her fingers moved quickly, tapping the screen, and then she turned it toward me.

The video started playing, and my stomach dropped. There we were on bed—her and me, tangled on a bed, her voice moaning through the tiny speaker.

"Ahh... yeah, man... so good..." In the video, my hand was inside her panties, moving in slow circles, rubbing her pussy, her body arching against me.

My other hand was groping her boobs, and our lips were locked, kissing hungrily. "More... I’m loving it..." her voice purred, echoing in the quiet room.

"Stop it, Sara," I said, my voice tight with concern, my eyes flicking from the screen to her face. My heart was pounding now, a mix of anger and something I didn’t want to name.

She lowered the phone but didn’t turn it off, the muffled sounds of the video still playing as she set it on the vanity.

"Why should I?" she said, her voice cool, almost taunting. She stepped closer again, her gown brushing against my jeans, her eyes searching mine like she was daring me to make a move.

Her words hung between us, sharp and heavy, and I could feel my pulse hammering in my throat. I took a step back, trying to put some distance between us, but the door pressed against my back, trapping me in her orbit.

"It’s your wedding day, Sara," I said, my voice low but steady, though my mind was racing. "You’re marrying Daniel tonight. What, you trying to mess that up? You wanna lose your whole marriage?"

She let out a soft, sultry laugh, her eyes glinting as she stepped closer, closing the gap I’d tried to create.

"You think I care?" she said, her voice smooth and dangerous, a smirk curling her lips. She reached out, trailing her fingers along my jaw, her touch light but deliberate, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Didn’t I tell you? My DMs are full of guys—richer, hotter, begging to marry me. I’ve got nothing to lose, Ezra. But you..." She paused, her smirk widening as she leaned in, her breath warm against my cheek. "If you don’t play nice, you might just lose your precious one and only, Aeri."

I swallowed hard, the mention of Aeri’s name hitting me like a punch to the gut. My work at the brothel, satisfying women like Sara, the nights we’d spent tangled up in her games—none of it could come out.

Not to Aeri. She was the one person I couldn’t lose, the one who’d been there when I had nothing. My jaw tightened, and I forced myself to meet Sara’s gaze, trying to keep my face blank even as my heart pounded.

She must’ve seen the flicker of fear in my eyes because she laughed again, softer this time, and reached up to pinch my cheeks like I was a kid.

"Oii, what’s with the scared face?" she teased, her voice dripping with mock affection. "Still trying to act all tough, my baby Ezra?"

I pulled my face away from her grip, my patience thinning. "Why are you even doing this?" I asked, searching her face for something—anything—that would make sense of this. "What’s your deal, Sara?"

She tilted her head, her smirk faltering for a split second. "What?" she asked, her voice quieter, like she wasn’t expecting the question.

I took a breath, stepping forward just enough to get some control.

"You said you just wanted to have fun before your wedding, right? Fuck around, live it up. Fine. But now you’re finally marrying Daniel, the guy you supposedly like. So why are you pulling this crap now? Why go back to this?" I swallowed again, my throat tight, waiting for her to say something that wasn’t a game.

....

For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Sara’s face fell, her eyes dropping to the floor, her dark hair falling forward to hide her expression.

Her hands slipped from my cheeks, falling limply to her sides, the rustle of her white gown the only sound in the room. The air felt heavy, like the weight of her silence was pressing down on both of us. I watched her, waiting, my heart still racing as I tried to figure out what was going through her head. Was this just another one of her tricks, or was there something real behind that look?

The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the faint rustle of Sara’s white gown as she stood there, head bowed, her dark hair curtaining her face. My chest tightened, and I took a cautious step forward, my hands reaching out to rest gently on her shoulders.

"Sara..." I said softly, my voice low, trying to pull her out of whatever spiral she was in.

She flinched, shoving my hands away with a quick, sharp motion.

"Don’t touch me," she snapped, her voice cracking like she was holding something back.

I frowned, "Sara..." I tried again, softer this time, taking a half-step closer but keeping my hands to myself.

I didn’t know what was going on, but the air felt charged, like something big was about to break.

She lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine, and I froze. They were glistening, tears pooling at the edges, threatening to spill over. Her lips parted, and she let out a shaky breath.

"Isn’t it obvious to you?" she said, her voice raw, almost pleading.

"What?" I asked, my frown deepening.

She stepped closer, her hands reaching up to grip the collar of my grey shirt, her fingers trembling as they curled into the fabric.

She pulled me toward her, her eyes locked on mine, fierce and desperate all at once. "It’s because..."

Her voice broke, and she swallowed hard, the tears finally spilling down her cheeks.

"I love you, Ezra."

Before I could process the words, she closed the gap between us, pressing her lips to mine in a sudden, fierce kiss.

My eyes widened, shock rooting me to the spot as her warmth flooded through me, her hands tightening on my collar like she was afraid I’d pull away.

The kiss was soft but urgent, tasting faintly of her lip gloss and the salt of her tears.

My mind blanked, caught between the weight of her confession and the reality of where we were—her wedding day, her gown, the life she was supposed to be starting with someone else.

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