Page 46 of Broken Beauty
I want to show everyone at this stupid party that she's mine.
I squeeze her throat lightly.Mine.
I've always been a selfish motherfucker, but when it comes to Ariella, I'm so selfish that I'll kill anyone who fucking touches her like this.
Which reminds me that I need to take care of that sorry fuck downstairs after I'm done with her.
I thrust against her fast and by the way Ariella moans and grips onto me I can tell she is close.
I force myself a foot away from her and I grip my cock in my hands, stroking myself harshly. I squeeze myself tightly and as I feel my release coming closer, I point my cock towards Ariella's pussy, shooting my load on her.
My hands slow as my release shoots out to Ariella.
I hear her gasp and breath harshly, slowly realizing that I just edged her again.
I grip my cock in my hands, slowing down my breathing. I open my eyes and look at Ariella who looks like she just got fucked thoroughly even though I barely even touched her.
With my hands at least.
“Why did you do that?” she asks, slowly coming back to reality.
I smirk and let go of my cock. “Because I felt like it.” I walk towards her and pick up her underwear from the floor and put them in my pocket. “Besides, that was your punishment for that stunt you did downstairs. You're lucky I didn't take out my anger on your ass, Madden.” Her face turns a shade darker. I fix my jeans and my belt. “Next time I see someone touch you like that again, I'll fucking bring them inside a room and fuck you in front of them before banging their head against the ground so they forget seeing you naked and coming around me.”
I don't wait for her shocked response. Instead, I leave her in the room and make my way downstairs to where that motherfucker was.
I go to the kitchen and once my eyes land on his, I don't hesitate to walk closer to him and swing my fist into his face.
Twenty-One
Ash
Present
Tonight, Ariella is holding a little hangout at her house. She invited Jace and Bridgette over so that they could all watch a movie and then Jace ended up inviting me over.
He told me that he was going out tonight and I asked him where he's going and he wouldn't tell me so I threatened him with Bridgette and that guy spilled that he was going to Ariella's house for a movie night.
Ariella obviously didn't tell me anything because I know that I am definitely not her favorite person right now.
I don't care that she didn't invite me over.
Sometimes I think that Ariella forgets who I am and what I’m capable of.
After Ariella's punishment during the party the other night, I beat the hell out of the motherfucker who touched her.
I remember Jace and a few other guys pulling me off and then Jace telling me to go home before someone called the cops.
Ariella was on the top of the staircase watching me walk out of the house.
During the past few days after that, I tried to avoid her. I just needed some space from her before I saw her again.
Ariella makes me do irrational things.
It's good she didn't see me punching that guy. I wouldn't have wanted her to see me doing that. I never liked Ariella seeing me in that kind state. I would hate to see how she would react if she were to ever find out what I do to the mirrors.
It's quiet when I walk inside her house. I used the backdoor instead of the front door. Jace told me that he and Bridgette are on their way.
While walking through the hallway towards the living room, my eyes scan the portraits on the wall. A lot of the pictures feature Ariella and Bridgette posing. Some of the pictures show Jace wrapping his arms around Bridgette and Ariella.
