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chapter thirteen: bella

chapter thirteen - R-RATED SCENE

✥ Arabella ✥



He yanks the top over my head, flicking it away like it has been a nuisance to him. The temperate air in my apartment hits my exposed stomach, clarifying every sensation. Liam’s eyes drag over my torso, scrutinizing every inch of me with a scorching hot gaze. As his stare moves up to my breasts, he bites his lip – eyes flickering to look into mine.

     If you could combust under someone’s stare, I would definitely be in flames as of now.

Torturously, his coarse fingers trail over the curve of my breasts then to cup them in his palms – I have to suck in a breath to prevent myself from groaning.  

Unexpectedly, he lowers his head downward to my neck; from there he kisses a scorching, tingling pathway from the apex of my collarbones down between the valley of my breasts. My torso writhes with pleasure as he bites down on the flesh, the spot between my legs pulsing.

Liam looks up from his position on my chest smirking, with carnivorous eyes, “I love lacy black lingerie… But I absolutely despise it on you,” Liam comments, eyes flickering between my chest and my face.

 My cheeks burn, and I consciously shift so that I’m more upright – how can such words create such a carnal hunger within me that I have never known before? I’m supposed to furious at him.

“T-Then, um, remove it?” My lips before I can comprehend.

Liam moves his hands, following the frills of the underwire to my bra clips, and grins devilishly, “I particularly detest your bottoms and those neon pink panties poking out…”

“Remove that too then,” I say, “On one condition that you do the same to yourself.”

He chuckles, “As you please, ma belle. Stand up for me, I want to undress you.”

Liam lifts his trunk off me, and I lift myself up and off the couch. I stand in front of him rather awkwardly, and he follows my stance, facing me. Swiftly, he undoes the button and zip of my black boyfriend jeans, which fall to my feet. He moves backward slightly, not breaking eye contact with my body and he licks his bottom lip greedily.

“Take off your bra,” He commands, crossing his arms over his chest.

I do as I am told, allowing my bra to slip off my arms and land on the floor with a soft thump. The sound of a guttural groan sounds from Liam, who examines my form intensively.

“Has anyone told you that you are- simply… breathtaking?”

He marches toward me, instantly his fingers move to stroke and paw at my busts, I whimper softly, unconsciously pushing my breasts deeper into his grasp.

Removing his grasp, hastily he unbuttons the rest of his shirt and flings that to the side and unfastens his trousers, kicking them away. I am left to simply gape at his astounding muscularity and build, the sight of his proud bulge making my eyes widen.

While I remain standing topless, he grabs one of my dining chairs and places it beside the couch. Liam also takes a role of duct tape that lies underneath the kitchen cabinets, and a tea towel too.

    What on earth is he planning to do to me?

Without uttering a word, Liam moves me to sit on the chair. He takes both my arms and twists them behind the chair, and me so I am incapacitated of moving my upper body much. I hear the cracking sound of duct tape being extended, and then he begins to wrap the duct tape around my wrists.