"No, Angel. You have no idea who Mason is. You think that by being as wicked as he is, you can win him over. But you can't. And I will be sorry when you finally realize that the only person Mason loves is himself." The words hung heavily in the air. Arabella's heart ached with a mix of sorrow and frustration, knowing that Angel was on a dangerous path, one that could only lead to heartbreak and devastation. But despite her best efforts, she could not force Angel to see the truth until she was ready to accept it herself."You are just jealous, Arabella," Angel said, but her tone lacked confidence. "Because Mason is different with me.""You do not even believe that yourself," Arabella said before leaving the kitchen.**After witnessing the horrifying scene at her house, Arabella decided to go to church. She did not want to stress herself out further by going to the office to work, and she also did not want to stay at home, risking witnessing another scene between Mason and her sister
She remembered the feeling perfectly. She knew she was wrong, "Sinning," but she did not care. She had spent her adolescence being the perfect daughter, then a perfect wife, and she was desperate for a chance to be bad. To be herself.She turned slowly to face him. When their eyes met, Banks knew the answer. This is what they do when they're together, isn't it? They break these little, insignificant rules.Banks walked down the side aisle. His steps were calm, yet determined, as he made his way toward the corridor leading to the confessional booth.Perhaps it was fear, but Arabella felt her heart pound in her throat just at the thought of being caught. She could barely imagine how she would be talked about by the entire condominium; how Mason would react; the consequences she would face.Arabella took a deep breath. The consequences would come in the future, so she would deal with them then. There was a rosary hanging around her neck, and she tucked it inside her dress. As the prie
"Proceed," he urged."I cheated on my husband," she confessed. He smiled against her neck.She wanted more. She wanted him to touch her in forbidden places. She wanted to feel guilty when she left and remembered what she had done. She wanted to commit the greatest sin she could.One of his hands traced up her belly. Even though the dress prevented him from feeling her skin, Arabella shivered. She tilted her head back, granting him more access to her neck. Arabella moved her hips, first in circles, just to test the sensation. She pressed down, because nothing seemed enough to fill the void inside her. Arabella felt him grow rigid beneath her, and she continued moving, seeking more.Their breaths mingled in the air, hot and heavy with desire. Arabella's heart raced with anticipation. With each movement, she felt herself losing control, surrendering to the forbidden pleasure.Banks's hand trailed higher, skimming over the curve of her waist, sending waves of electricity through her
Mason reached into his pocket, retrieved his phone, and showed the photos to Arabella. They were snapshots from earlier, capturing her and Damon at the church. Photos of his hand on her thigh. Photos of them going to the confessional. Photos of them leaving the confessional together. Photos of him whispering in her ear."Mason..." Arabella whispered, her voice barely audible."When you left, Angel followed you to the church. She witnessed your little performance with Damon Banks. And you know what?" Mason smirked. "Father Bee saw you two in the confessional." Mason stepped away, walking back towards Angel. "Tell me, Arabella. How does it feel to have his cock inside you? Do you revel in him being richer than your husband? More powerful? Is that what your pussy craved?"Mason grabbed the glass from the table and hurled it against the wall. Angel and Arabella both flinched in shock. "To think I chose you because you were supposed to be more submissive, quiet, and domesticated," he mu
"Arabella, wait..." Damon reached out, his hand poised to grasp her arm, but before he could make contact, she had already begun to slip away, melting into the crowd.A sense of helplessness washed over Damon as he watched her recede into the distance, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken apologies. He was about to follow her, but someone stepped in front of him."What did you think of my speech?" Sabrina smiled broadly.With a firm grip, Damon's fingers closed around Sabrina's delicate arm, their pressure conveying a sense of urgency. He guided her forcefully away from the crowd, his steps determined and purposeful. The atmosphere seemed to thicken around them as they stepped onto the balcony, the cool night air offering a brief respite from the heated tension that had enveloped them inside. The distant hum of conversation and music from the party below served as a stark contrast to the silent intensity between Damon and Sabrina as they stood facing each other."What the he
"Hi, Principessa," he greeted."Wrong time to start talking, Damon."Damon placed both hands on the marble edge. With perfect synchronization, Arabella parted her legs, making space for him to position himself between them. In that moment, he felt like he should never have left that spot.Sabrina? Mason? No one else existed.He began to sink into Arabella's body, sliding into her as if he were made for it. Everything happened in slow motion. Their eyes were locked on each other, reflecting pure malice. Damon looked at the woman as she moaned, then looked at himself through the reflection in the mirror.The man's lips traveled to Arabella's throat, and she embraced him with arms and legs. He wanted to put every inch of her into his mouth, savor her skin, and elicit moans, knowing exactly what to do and how to do it. And despite being in his comfort zone, Damon held his breath every time Arabella squeezed him.Every movement excited them more, leading them to the precipice of pleasure s
Every fiber of his being screamed with defiance, but a sense of resignation settled over him like a heavy shroud. He understood all too well the power dynamics at play, the delicate balance of influence and authority that Damon Banks wielded over him. As much as he wanted to lash out, to resist, he knew it would be futile. Going against Banks would only lead to his downfall, and Mason could not afford to jeopardize his own ambitions, no matter how much it grated against his pride. With a deep breath, he forced himself to swallow his pride, to suppress the simmering rage boiling within him. He may have felt like a caged animal, but for now, he had no choice but to bide his time and play the game according to Banks's rules.Damon's expression remained unreadable as Mason approached him tentatively. "So." Mason began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words. "I divorce Arabella and..." he left the sentence hanging."And the future of the project will be in your hands
"Let's talk, princess.""Not in front of where I work.""Okay, then get in the car." The way Damon spoke, always imposing his will as if it were an order, was interesting."In fact, I plan to take a walk," she tried to change the subject."Stop making things difficult.""Not having time to talk to you isn't making it difficult."Arabella glanced at the people walking by on the sidewalk, completely oblivious to the conversation. And while Damon pondered what he had just heard, his blue eyes were capable of burning the beautiful lady's body."I am not going to ask you to get in the car again," he said."Damon, let's be realistic. We're not compatible. I am not the kind of woman capable of meeting your standards," Arabella sighed. "You came, you wanted me, you intimidated Mason into divorcing me..." she squeezed the bag between her hands. "All this just so you can take pleasure in saying I am yours."He wanted to agree, and he did so in his mind, but the man would be unable to admit tha