Page 90 of Broken Beauty
I never know what will happen next with her.
And I hate how easily she is able to bring down my walls. That's the fucked-up part. Ariella has always been a need since I met her.
So, when her father said to leave, I did the exact opposite.
I walk through her house with quiet footsteps and a rapid heart. Her father is asleep. I made sure before I decided to come through the back door.
When I am in front of Ariella's bedroom door, I slowly turn the handle and open the door softly. I look through the crack of her door and see Ariella laying on her stomach, reading a book.
Ariella is wearing white lacy underwear and a familiar black band shirt that has rips in it.
Seeing her in that position with clothes that barely cover her skin makes me want to run my hands down her body and make her forget the outside world.
I slowly walk inside her room and close the door. Ariella is so distracted by what's happening in her book that she doesn't notice how I lock the door and walk up to her.
I look over her shoulder and see the page number she's on.
Page 289.
When I put my hands on her hips and turn her around, she gasps and lets go of her book. Her eyes widen and fear flows through her before she realizes it's me.
She smacks my chest. “Ash.” She glares at me before turning around and grabbing her book. “You made me lose my place,” she says while flipping through the pages.
“289.” I grab the book from her and go to 289.
I bend one of the pages before closing the book and throwing it on the floor.
“How did you get in?”
“I have my ways.” I get off of her and instead rest my back against her headboard. I keep my eyes on her, studying her. The holes and rips in the t-shirt confirm it's mine. I remember all of those holes and rips that I have made throughout the years on that old janky thing. Seeing Ariella wear something of mine with nothing underneath makes me feel like a possessive asshole who wants to mark his territory. It's like all I want to do is make sure every person on this goddamn planet knows that she's mine, even her fucking dad. My cock swells as I trail my eyes down her body. “Come here.” Ariella complies and she sits herself on my lap. I rest my head against the headboard and place my hands on her hips. “What happened with your dad?” I ask at the same time Ariella squirms against my lap, making me even harder.
If she doesn't stop that right now, I'm going to force her down my cock and make her scream so loud her dad will hear it.
“Do we have to talk about that?” Ariella grinds her hips against mine and I close my eyes.
“Stop. Tell me,” I say through gritted teeth.
I feel Ariella's lips on my neck. I turn my head to the side to give her more access.
“You don't need to worry about what he is saying about you,” Ariella whispers in my ear before trailing her kisses down my neck. I feel her hands lift the hem of my shirt, touching my stomach before running her fingers across my navel. “Want to know something?”
I open my eyes and see Ariella staring down at me. “What?”
Ariella looks down at my lips before leaning closer. “I think I might love you, Ash Jones,” she says as her lips brush against mine.
I kiss her to shut up the thoughts in my head. I take off the stupid ripped shirt to get rid of the all-consuming thoughts. They need to go away.
I don't say anything to her.
Ariella trembles as I glide my fingers down her arm. Goosebumps rise on her skin and she wraps her arms around me.
“Do you understand how breathtaking you are Ariella?”
“Ash-“
“You have the ability to destroy me,” I whisper against her lips.
I thrust my hips up to meet her wet, warm pussy. The way both of our parts rub against one another almost hurts. I want to be inside her. I need to be inside her, but the torture is so fucking good.
