She was lost and so was he.
Who knew that two broken hearts can connect to one.
Arabella's world has been rigged since the day she was born. Her fate had been decided for her much longer before she even had been conceived in the womb. So it came as...
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There's a certain dip you feel when you go down the drop of a roller coaster. It's as if your heart drops to the bottom of your chest, and you hear your heart beating loudly in your ears, blocking out all other sounds. That's exactly how kissing Arabella feels—exhilarating, like you're caught in the rush of something you can't control.
I've wanted to do this for a while now, and it always ends with me in a cold shower, trying to clear my head.
I wanted to forget her. I've tried everything. I stopped talking to her, tried to get with other girls, but I can never follow through. Even being touched by a woman who isn't her disgusts me. I can only see her—her pretty pink lips, her perfect curves, and those godforsaken eyes that draw me closer every time she looks at me.
My gaze moves through the crowd, but then it lands on a small figure, swaying to the music. Arabella. Her stunning body and curves are showcased in a silk red dress. Her back faces me as she dances, and her brown curls bounce with the beat. I can't take my eyes off her.
As though she feels my gaze, she turns her head around and locks eyes with me. Her bright green eyes, accentuated with eyeliner, shimmer under the lights of the club. Her plump lips, painted dark red, instantly draw my attention. She's gorgeous—no, she's breathtaking. And I can't stand it. I can't stop thinking about her when she looks like that.
Her eyes widen, then a small smirk forms on her lips. She turns away and finds a guy dancing beside her, pulling him closer by his shirt collar. He looks at her, stunned, as she wraps her arms around his shoulders, a grin spreading across his face. My grip on my glass tightens.
Breathe, Dominic.
They move together, and my anger swells with each second. His arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer, as she leans her head back. Their hips grind together, and before I even realize what's happening, my grip on the glass tightens so hard that it slips from my hand and shatters onto the floor. She bends down slowly, seductively, before coming back up. My eyes can't stop following her every movement.
He whispers something in her ear, and she smiles up at him, giving a small nod. He leans in, and that's when I lose it.
I think the fuck not.
Everything in me snaps. I storm toward them, pushing through the crowd, my feet moving faster with each step. When I finally reach them, I pull her behind me, standing in front of the guy, who looks between the two of us, confused.
"Hands off, fucker."
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Her head leans against mine, and I smile in ecstasy. Her eyes are shut, and she looks so calm as she keeps her hands wrapped around my neck to hold herself steady.
"I'm yours," I whisper over her head, savoring the words. I'm hers. I belong to her.
Her eyes blink open, and a new warmth, one I've never noticed before, sparkles in them. "You bet your ass you do."
