Damon closed the distance between them, invading Arabella's personal space. She did not react, not at first. He grabbed the woman's arm and quickly turned her against the door.Banks used her body to press Arabella's body against the wood."What are you doing?" she whispered a question.Arabella took a long breath, which only served to carry the man's scent into her lungs, making her fully aware of the closeness between them. In the position she was in, she felt all the male hardness against her back.Damon grabbed Arabella's hands and brought them to the top of her head. He used just one of her hands to press her wrists against the door.The woman had no immediate reaction. "If you do not let go of me, I am going to scream"Damon ran the tip of his nose along the expanse of exposed skin on Arabella's throat. And despite hating her own reaction, she got goosebumps.In turn, the man placed one of his hands on the woman's waist, and then whispered: "Yes, I bet you are going to scream"D
Arabella knew she was falling in love, and there was no point in going against the feeling. After many years, her heart had finally found the place where she wanted to stay. After three years of a failed marriage, she had finally found… love.But, despite the feeling that warmed her, a whispering voice told Arabella that that happiness was fleeting. That passion had an expiration date; it would all end when Damon discovered the truth.Mason's manipulation.Spencer's investigation.Arabella's lies."That doesn't change much" Arabella tried to get up, but the man did not make room for it. The truth was that he wasn't ready to stop feeling the heat of that body, which seemed to be more intense than the flames in the fireplace."What needs to change?" Damon asked, and his tone betrayed emotions the man wasn't used to feeling."Everything, Damon. How can I believe in you when you still have several slaughterhouses spread across the country?""The apartments? Okay. Give me five minutes and
"So, you know that Arabella killed my mother," Mason murmured quietly."Was that what you used to keep her under your control?" Carter turned to face Mason. "Did you make her believe that you had evidence of her committing a crime? A murder?" He raised an eyebrow. "I hacked into your company's system, accessed your computer, and saw these images. I was intrigued, because a good girl like Arabella would never do such a thing. So, I began to dig deeper, to search more thoroughly..." The lawyer approached Mason. "I hacked into the cameras in your house, saw the real footage."Mason swallowed hard."Arabella did not kill Eleonor. Eleonor attacked her, and she fell on her own. But there's something else... Eleonor arrived alive at the hospital," Carter continued, getting closer. "You killed your mother," he whispered."You can't prove that," Mason's voice was barely above a whisper.Carter's hand trembled slightly as he retrieved his cellphone from his pocket. With deliberate movements, he
"Do not get your hopes up, Collins. I am a good liar" Damon joked. Deep down, maybe it wasn't a complete joke."Do not worry. I will buy a polygraph" Arabella decided to keep playing."Do not try to buy me with your quackery," the man said, subtly raising an eyebrow."Of course I try""Devil" Damon said, making the woman on his lap smile widely.The sound of laughter reverberated in the man's chest. He felt different, as if his entire existence had been created to hear that smile, to touch that skin, to kiss those lips. If Damon's life had a meaning, he would bet all his chips that it was Arabella Collins.The trance the man was in was broken when he heard knocking on the door. The real world continued to exist, however easily they could ignore it."Come in" Banks allowed, and the door was opened by Alex in the next second."The aircraft is ready, sir" the security guard announced."Okay," Damon replied, dismissing his employee with a wave.He looked back at Arabella and felt her mood
The huge glass door of the house was opened by the man as soon as they reached it. The first room was a living room, and a specific decorative item caught Arabella's attention. It was a racing car parked in the middle of the room, as if it were a common piece of furniture among the others.The car said a lot about its owner; It had grayish bodywork, the number ten written on the side and vivid red details. The chrome wheels gleamed when the lights were turned on."It's amazing" she commented.The rest of the room was so incredibly beautiful that it left Arabella speechless. All the walls were made of glass, and showed the coconut trees outside. She was sure it would be an even more contemplative sight in the daytime.Arabella walked towards the sports car when Damon let go of her hand, and gently slid his fingers along the hood. "Your house is a paradise" she murmured, turning to face the man who admired her from afar."Now that you are here, I can agree"Arabella looked away at the o
"What is the year of wine?" Damon questioned, noticing and ignoring the attention the waiter was paying to Arabella."Ah… 1940, sir""Good. This is the order then"And after a subtle wave, the waiter walked away from the table. He was accustomed to all types of beauty, as he welcomed the most beautiful women to the restaurant. However, a woman like Arabella was new anywhere in the world."He wasn't looking at your face," Banks muttered, still looking at the departing waiter."It's just the pretty dress"Damon smiled at Arabella's response. It wasn't a smile she knew, as it contained more malice than any other. He leaned back and waited until the waiter returned with his order, which took no more than three minutes.The waiter returned with an incredibly balanced tray in the palm of his hand, with port wine and four glasses; two with water and two empty. He placed the bucket of ice on the couple's table, not noticing Damon's gaze on him. The waiter positioned the glasses and, as he pla
However, things happened so quickly that I did not pay attention to the details. There are many things we do not know about each other."Jesus Christ died and I am supposed to put a glowing pine tree in the middle of the room?" he scoffs “It doesn’t make much sense to me."It's the Christian tradition" I shrug. Nobody questions. We just decorated the tree and ate turkey "Are you an atheist?""No."He turns his back to me again, but not before I can see the smile on his lips. I am sure he's remembering our church meetings.Cynical."Can you get the shampoo for me?" Banks asks, suddenly.I look at the holder, where the shampoo is even open, as he has just used it. I furrow my eyebrows. “It’s in front of you.”"It is?" he asks, and then I know he's not making a request of me, he's calling me to come there.I take a deep breath. I used to be a girl who attended church religiously, almost every day. I barely recognize the libertine I have become.I reach for the zipper on the back of the d
I can't stop now.I do not accept.“Just today” I press my lips to his “I do not want to stop.”"Arabella..." he sighs, scolding me.I push my ass toward him. He hesitates, though he doesn't pull away. I adjust myself until his dick is between my legs, and rub myself against him. His arm traps me, and my back is pressed against his chest."Cum!" he whispers into my hair.Banks lowers her hand, positioning herself behind me, crowning my entrance. My eyelids flutter, and eyes roll back as he buries his cock deep inside me."Damon..." I gasp, clinging to him.Banks groans, squeezing my body as he waits for me to settle around him. We enjoyed, for a brief second, the feeling of our skin together. We sigh, sucking in air with little whistles.Turning my head, I reach his face, placing kisses along the entire length of his jaw. His eyes close, and he remains still for a full minute, just feeling me throb on his dick.“That feels fucking good,” he mutters.I smile widely, feeling the tinglin