CHAPTER 76 - ARIANNA
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Arianna
T HE TENSION IS UNBEARABLE and my heart pounds. “If we do this, there will be no turning back” .
I don’t want to turn back. It’s gone too far.
I know this wasn’t what we agreed and that everyone will hate me more if they find out. My Papà will never accept me back either, but I’m not thinking about that.
I stare at Red’s mouth, wanting it on mine - wanting it everywhere .
Will he withhold again now? He’s already holding back, I can tell. But he doesn’t need to tread on eggshells because of what happened earlier or what nearly happened.
After being married to Roberto, I can switch off. I’m stronger than Red thinks.
But I won’t switch off from this . I want to be present in every single way.
I want him. I’ve always wanted him.
“Red...” My words are cut off as he claims my mouth.
I savor the taste as his lips meld with mine.
Leaving my mouth, his lips trail down my neck, licking and sucking first one breast and then the other, turning my nipples into hard, aching points.
Now he’s moving again, leaving a line of light kisses down over my belly.
I didn’t think I could get any wetter, but now I know differently.
My back arches as I lose myself and grasp his long, tousled hair, pulling him towards my center.
“Fuck, Arianna,” Red groans, sliding my lacy panties down my thighs and over the end of my feet to the floor.
I should feel vulnerable, but I don’t. I want what he did last night. I want more of that. I want more of everything .
My legs part, eager for his attention. I can’t believe I’m so brazen. My unfamiliar lust drives me wild, and I squeal when Red’s mouth finds me, sucking and licking, his swirling tongue circling my hard nub.
I push his head deeper, his tongue probing into me. Now his fingers: one, then two - pushing against a place inside me which makes my hips buck. I’m moaning, my back arching, I’m out of control and I don’t care.
Then he stops. My eyes snap open. He’s taunting me again? My eyes then widen as I watch him stand, his fine physique taking on another dimension as the towel drops from around his hips.
I follow the dark line of hair from his navel down to his heavily veined cock. Rock solid, it slaps against the muscles of his stomach, and my breath hitches.
From running my hand over him through his trousers the other night, I know he’s well-endowed, but he’s far bigger than I imagined.
“Last chance to change your mind, princess,” he growls, positioning himself on the bed above me, his eyes daring me to do the opposite of what I just said.
Reaching out, I run my hand over the tattooed scorpion on his chest, following the red sting trailing halfway up his neck. I pull him towards me. “I’m not changing my mind,” I whisper, keeping my eyes on his, even though his intense, fierce look sears my soul.
My other hand travels over his hard abs and moves lower, but before I can get any further, he grabs my hand and yanks my arm over my head. All air escapes from my lungs as I’m pinned to the bed, his mouth crashing down on mine.