Page 147 of Arianna

“I did.”

She rolls her eyes at me in that way that makes me want to kiss her senselessly or fuck her nine ways to Sunday. “I love it when you look at me like that,” she murmurs. A slip of playfulness pulling at the edge of her pretty mouth.

“Like what?” I ask, dropping my head back down to her neck, loving the way her soft skin feels against my rough, bearded chin.

“Like you want to tear this gown apart and fuck me until all I see is you.” Her voice was breathy, needy with a shot of tease.

Fuck yes, I do.

That is all I think about lately.

Every second of the day, I fantasize about being inside of her pretty-pink cunt.

“All in due time, darling.” I rumble as I kiss a path down the column of her neck.

“You’re so cocky…”

“You would know, darling.”

“Ugh, you are an ass, Sebastian.”

“Watch your mouth.”

“You have no problem with my dirty mouth when you're fucking me.”

This girl…

This odd creature undoes me when she fights back.

When she sasses me.

She is right. I can't get enough of her mouth, and I did enjoy fucking that mouth this morning.

I am counting down the hours until I can fuck it again.

My chuckle grows deep as the need burns hot in my stomach. My right hand slips up the front of her dress, over her stomach and breasts, until I am holding her by the front of the neck where the diamond necklace rests.

I become transfixed with the way her breath hitches at my touch. I feel the whimper curl up her delicate throat, and I put my mouth back to her ear. “I don’t.” I nip at her neck, and she shudders. “Tonight, when I ruin that tight little pussy with both my mouth and cock, I want you to scream obscenities for me at the top of your lungs, darling.”

Desire races across her flesh.

Her breathing quickens, and her body trembles in my hands.

So beautiful and so filthy.

Perfect for me.

Silence falls as I hold her close. Pulling back, I look into her eyes as I place my right hand on her chest, where her heart is beating faster now. “Who do you belong to, Arianna?” I hold her closer, possession filling my blood when I ask her.

She meets my stare through the mirror. “I belong to myself, Sebastian,” she smirks.

Little liar…

She damn well knows the truth.

A hungry groan rolls in my chest. “You have ruined me.” She has. I no longer recognize the man that I am with her in my life, and strangely, I don’t mind.

Not one single bit.

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