Page 44 of Broken Beauty
Not yet.
I'll let her have her fun for a little bit before I punish her in one of the rooms upstairs.
“You're a lucky guy.” I turn my head and look at a guy with long brown hair.
He looks like the guy from Scooby Doo with weird messy hair. “Excuse me?”
He nods his head to the dance floor where Ariella is. “That's your girl?”
I turn my head to look at Ariella who is still dancing with the guy. “Yea.”
“Seems like whatever she is trying to do it's working,” he comments.
“She likes playing games with me.” I look back at the guy as he brings a beer bottle to his lips.
“I can tell, even though she's dancing with another guy, that she belongs to you. It's obvious in the way she keeps looking over at you.”
I look away from him again and see the guy she is dancing with, whispering in her ear. A flash of fear appears in her eyes and I don't spare another minute getting out of my chair and walking past the crowd of people to get to her.
When I walk up to her, her eyes meet mine and her head tilts up. The guy stops traveling his hands down her body and he raises an eyebrow at me.
“Sorry, can't you see I'm kind of busy?”
“What you're currently touching, belongs to me. I'd like it if you stop touching her now.”
The guy furrows his eyebrows. “Sorry man but she came onto me.”
“Did she?” I look down at Ariella and see her force her eyes to look anywhere else but me. “Well, I'm here now so I'm going to take her off your hands,” I say before pulling her out of his hold.
Ariella's hands immediately grip my shirt when she crashes into my chest. I ignore the guy's yells as I walk out of the crowd.
“Ash-“
“Shut up,” I say while making my way towards the upstairs.
Ariella stays silent the entire way upstairs. I don't know where Bridgette is or where Jace is and I don't care.
All I care about is getting Ariella to understand that no one touches her but me.
I eventually find a door that's unlocked. When I walk in, it's dark and the only light that is visible is the moonlight shining through the window. I let go of Ariella and make my way to the bed before sitting down.
“Why do you always ruin things for me? You know I was having fun?”
“Yea I could tell,” I say, sarcasm laced in my tone. “Come here.”
She furrows her eyebrows at me and crosses her arms over her chest. “No.”
My jaw clenches and I nip at my bottom lip.
I fucking love our arguing and how we fight. It turns me on but sometimes I wish I could strangle her to make her understand.
“I said come over here. I won't ask very nicely again,” I say in a low tone, still demanding and rough.
“Ash-“
“Get over here before I drag out your punishment for making someone touch something that's mine.”
Ariella leans against the wall and sets her eyes on me.
