Page 66 of Broken Beauty

“I'm giving you one chance. If you don't say anything, I'm going to take that as a sign to do whatever I want to do.”

Ariella keeps her mouth shut, her eyes are filled with lust. She looks at me like she wants to consume me with everything she has, and I am more than happy to give that to her.

I reach down to grab her thighs, wrapping them around my waist. My lips smash into hers.

Ariella's hands travel up my body. She grip onto my hair and tilts my head back. She trails her kisses down my neck and I take that as my cue to leave the library.

I walk out and Ariella continues to kiss and lick down my neck as I walk to my room upstairs. My cock feels like it's going to fall off with how much it strains against the zipper of my pants.

It's been aching since the moment I gripped Ariella's neck and told her that I was tired of her bullshit and to get on the bike.

She has been begging me to fuck her since the moment she started dancing with that asshole.

Ariella nips at my skin at the same time I stop in front of my bedroom door. My eyes close and I hold Ariella against the door. Our hips are pushed against one another and she starts to grind against me. The way she moves against me feels dangerous and all I want to do is rip her clothes off and show her she's mine.

Ariella is mine.

My lips smash onto her again. I don't ever want to stop kissing her. It has to be my favorite fucking thing in the world.

Her heavy breaths hitting my lips make me tighten my hold on her thighs and Ariella sighs into my mouth when I thrust my tongue in between her lips.

I kiss her like I’ve never kissed before. My lips feast on hers until she is gasping and her whole body is filled with adrenaline.

Our tongues glide against one another as I rub small circles on her thighs. Her nails dig into my neck as she keeps breathing hard into the kiss.

I remove my lips from hers and open the door.

“Take these fucking clothes off of you,” I demand as I put her down.

Ariella, slowly but sensually, takes off her clothes one by one. The skirt goes first and my eyes travel up and down her legs. Next comes her tank top and she isn't wearing a fucking bra underneath.

My jaw clenches and then my eyes go back to her pussy that's covered with pink lace underwear.

Ariella slips her fingers beneath the lace and then she sensually pulls down the material.

Ariella is bare and the way her legs press together confirms how turned on she is by this.

Me demanding her.

This whole experience has been very different from the moments we had sex.

It's raw and real. Not that when we had sex it wasn't real or passionate but I was hiding that darkness inside me that I know Ariella wants to see so desperately.

Now she will.

At least some part of it.

She has pushed my limits so it's only fair that I push hers too.

I walk up to Ariella and my hand goes to her jaw. I press one of my fingers on her lips, which makes them part automatically.

“What are you going to do to me?” Ariella whispers and my eyes finally connect with hers for the first time since we left the library.

I let go of her and put some distance between us.

I have to go slow. It's all about the pace.

“Get on the bed. Hands and knees, ass up, and face against the mattress,” I demand. Ariella's eyes widen and I see the excitement in her eyes. She looks at the bed and then me. “Don't make me do it for you. I won't be nice about it.”