Page 57 of Broken Beauty

I put the laptop on the desk and walk over to Ariella. She looks up at me with those innocent eyes. I want to tarnish her soul, mark her skin, and then rip her heart out to make it mine.

It is mine.

Ariella Madden is mine.

I lean down and rip the blanket from Ariella's lap.

Her legs are crossed and her hands immediately hold onto her thighs. “What are you doing?” Ariella whispers as I move closer to her.

My breath hits her lips and I want to devour her in that moment. “Getting a relief.” I whisper before licking her lips and then forcing my tongue inside her mouth while kissing her.

My hands fall to Ariella's thighs as I open them and nestle myself between them. Her legs wrap around my torso and I press my hips against her. I groan against her lips when I feel her kiss back.

I squeeze her thighs in my hands before sliding them up her body and then under her shirt to hold one of her breasts in my hand.

I squeeze her breast and Ariella moans and arches her back. “Ash.” I glide my other hand down and then trail it all the way to the spot between her legs.

Ariella is warm and I can feel how wet she is from pressing my hand against her soaked underwear.

She is always bare. “You’re so wet,” I whisper against her lips.

“Please,” she begs, trying to grind against me.

“Were you hoping to get fucked today, Ariella? Were you hoping I would fuck you and make you scream my name?” Ariella bites my bottom lip when I move her underwear to the side. I smirk against her lips and lick them before breathing her in. “God, you taste like hell Madden and it has never been this sweet.” I lick her bottom lip before biting down on it. Ariella moans and she grinds her hips into my hand and one of my fingers grazes her clit. “What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

“I want you to touch me, Ash,” she breathes.

“But you hate me,” I say before thrusting a finger inside her and pressing a hard kiss to her lips again to swallow the moan she lets out.

“No, Ash.”

“No, you don't hate me or no, you want to stop?”

“I-“

I thrust the finger inside her harshly while rubbing her clit with my thumb. “You what?”

Ariella's chest rises and falls against mine and my hand on her breast squeezes and pinches.

I kiss her lips, inhaling her and getting lost in her touch. Her tongue brushes against mine and she drags her fingers along my back, marking my skin.

“I don't hate you; I never have,” Ariella whispers before taking my lips again.

I thrust another finger inside her and rub her clit aggressively. “You can never escape me, Madden.”

Ariella clenches on my fingers and she breathes hard against my lips before I feel her sticky release around my fingers.

Ariella trails one of her hands down my chest and I grunt and remove my lips off of her when I feel her hand touch me over my pants.

“Take them off and have me,” she says and I rest my head on her shoulder. She tightens her legs around me. “Please, Ash.”

My hand leaves the spot between her legs and moves out of her shirt. I wrap my hand around her waist and flip us so that she is on top of me with her hand still holding my swelling cock.

“Not yet.” I take her hand off of my cock and put it on my chest. “Not right now.”

Ariella understands and instead of getting off of me she stays still and presses a timid kiss on my lips before closing her eyes slowly and resting her head on my chest.

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