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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✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ ✰
"𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡"
Pain.
That was visibly seen as I limped my way out of the room.
Yes, he was indeed a 'king' in the sheets. Though he definitely destroyed my little angel down there.
I was sure that the pain between my thighs was something normal even though I hadn't gotten 'it' in a while—I was surprised that this pain felt like my first time all over again.
Not that my first time was even as close to as good as this. It was practically a three-second fuck. The guy, unfortunately, came within five seconds of entering me—though he still rode until I was satisfied.
To which in those days I 'was'—until actually finding out what true pleasure felt like.
Roman, for example.
Back to reality, today was the day I was meeting Roman's family.
Yes, I was completely nervous. More than anything I've ever been nervous for—which wasn't many things.
Strolling down the stairs, I spot Roman from across the room—speaking with a guard. As he spoke, he talked blankly, with zero emotion—as well as his expression.
As I walked over to him, he spotted me and continued to mutter a few words to the man in his native language. Once I made it beside him, the man left and I took his current position in front of Roman.
Tilting my head, I stare up at him. Judging by the slight angry expression, I guessed whatever he was talking about wasn't very good.
"What's wrong?" I moved a step closer to him, now nearly chest to chest as I waited for him to do something.
He only stared at me, piercing my eyes with his. Shaking his head, he lifted one of his arms and pulled me to his chest.
I sighed, hugging him back. He rested his chin on the top of my head, pressing a kiss to the top and rubbing circles along my hip.
"You ready?" He asked me, I nodded and pulled back.
Smiling, I held my thumb up and turned around—about to walk towards the front doors but then he stopped me.
Frowning, I watch him come in front of me and then he kneeled. A blush appeared on my cheeks as he started tying my unlaced shoes.
Whoops.
Unwillingly, my hands came towards his tamed yet untamed hair. My fingers brushed through the curls and he tilted his head up while his fingers worked on the next shoe.
I pursed my lips as I watched his eyes lighten in their lifeless state—up until he was done, he stood easily and waited for me to take the lead.
