Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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Mature Content in this chapter - 18+
✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ ✰
"𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐦"
His hands slowly peeled off my underwear, sensually staring into my eyes as doing so.
My breath hitched as his cool fingers brushed the inside of my thigh, passing it and then flinging the red lace down onto the floor.
My shirt had risen by his hands trailing on my skin all the while taking the shirt off of me. As it effortlessly removed from my body, I was now completely bare to his dead eyes.
Amber eyes stared down at my body with a shade of lust but as well as something else—something I still couldn't pinpoint.
Both of his enormous hands had firmly held the sides of my waist, digging his fingers into my exposed skin, not hurting me but firmly gripping me.
His scorching touch, as well as his naked chest brushing across the tips of my firm nipples, sent shivers down my spine.
"Don't move," He demanded, darkly. My eyes widened a fraction as he lowered his head to my breast, still firmly gripping my waist to keep me still.
The cold of his lips connected with the side of my left breast, softly kissing it and trailing further kisses along it before reaching the nub.
My bare core was sure to be leaking, to which I think it was. Struggling to breathe, my fists clenched the sheets as his plump lips pushed lightly against my nipple.
Moving his lips, he kissed downwards, light wet trails of his tongue and lips together—brushing over the flesh of my stomach and continuing down until he reached the heat.
Stopping there, he looked up at me from his position—his eyes were incredibly dark, still cold, though full of lust.
While keeping eye contact with me, both hands were removed from my waist and were gripped onto both my thighs, spreading both of my legs apart.
I bit down on my lip as the cool air hit my soaking core. He glanced down, licking his lips before slowly bringing his eyes back to mine.
My breathing went frantic, my chest heaving upwards every time his hand got closer to touching me. As he moved his body back up, his hand on my inner thigh traced circles—almost teasingly.
His thumb came between my lips, parting them both and then brushing his thumb over the swollen skin. "No biting, Ella,"
