The man's tranquil face showed that he was in a moment of relaxation, far from all the power that surrounded him at other times."Hi," Arabella felt she should say something. In fact, she could barely take her eyes off his face. "Hi, Arabella," his husky voice thundered, as if they were in the midst of a storm. Arabella grew weak in the same second, and her legs needed a lot of effort not to fail her.Damon leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. He had enough experience with women to know that his body was a charm difficult to quench. The man observed the woman at his door. A woman of medium stature and stratospheric beauty."I would like to apologize for earlier. I shouldn't have thrown myself at you," she regained her posture, just not to seem completely shaken while he was perfectly fine, in the center of his own universe.Damon stepped away from the doorframe, making room for the pretty to enter his dimly lit apartment. She walked into the space, the living room, an
He knelt between her legs, and in that moment, Arabella felt like the most powerful woman in the world, for Banks was on his knees before her. And he was, in every possible way.Damon's fingers traced the delicate fabric of Arabella's lace panties and pulled them down her legs. It did not take long for her to be naked.Having Arabella the way he wanted, the way he had dreamed for several days, the way he fantasized in the shower and during lonely nights, Damon leaned in. His face was positioned between the woman's legs, and Arabella placed them over the man's broad shoulders."You have no idea how much I've longed to taste you again, Principessa."The instant his tongue found the woman's moisture, pure moans were heard. That sound was like gasoline for the man's hunger, which was summed up in flames.He could not believe that someone could be so beautiful. But she could, even more so without her clothes. Every detail of Arabella was important, memorable, praiseworthy. The well-defined
But it did not happen. Arabella could not bring herself to feel bad for what she had done.She knew she was taking more risks than she should, and that if Mason found out, he would make her suffer even more. But that wasn't enough to make her regret having another night with Banks.The beautiful woman lazily opened her eyes, looking around to find something familiar. It did not take long for her to spot Damon Banks in the bathroom. The glass walls allowed her to see him in full, every part of his body sculpted by gods. He was facing her, his eyes closed as he used both hands to rinse the shampoo from his hair.Arabella admired that enviable sight. Indeed, it would be a good painting if there were an artist in front of him. It was also a fact that moments before, Damon had been beside her in bed, admiring her details and thinking about how beautiful she was. It wasn't about feelings, just physical attraction. Arabella Collins was a sculptural woman, not admiring her would be astonis
Ana nodded solemnly. "It seems like he returned earlier."Arabella could not shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. But before she could utter another word, the door swung open once more, announcing Mason's entrance."Leave," he ordered Ana with a curt nod."Excuse me," Anastasia hastily exited the room, her departure almost frantic.Arabella rose from her seat, a mix of apprehension and anticipation swirling within her. She half-expected Mason to stride over to her, to confront her with his demanding presence. But he chose another path, one that led him away from her, towards the liquor cabinet. Despite the early hour, he poured himself a drink with practiced ease, the clinking of ice against glass echoing in the tense silence of the room."I am back, wife. Aren't you going to come to me and suck my fucking cock?" he chuckled morbidly. Arabella remained silent. "My mother is being buried today, thanks for asking," he continued."Do you want me to go to
As husband and wife stepped through The Cosmopolitan's doors, they became the center of attention. It was a dinner in support of a charity auction, with a master of ceremonies guiding the event on stage, but that did not stop people from diverting their gaze to Miss Collins as she passed by.The place exuded wealth, a lot of wealth. Everyone there seemed gilded, each one more powerful than the other. The glasses in graceful hands, the million-dollar heels, the tailor-made suits, the displayed jewels; how fortune seemed so commonplace."This way," Mason said, leading his wife to the table near the stage. He loved the way everyone looked at him with envy.On the table were napkins embroidered with the guests' names. Arabella sat beside Mason, as the seating arrangement suggested. The master of ceremonies was presenting a Renaissance painting before the guests could start bidding. The tables had their respective plaques for guests to place their bids."What is the cause of this event?
Banks's eyes were lit by the many lights of the casino. The greenish streaks were so captivating that Arabella had to make an effort to look away.And along with the attraction that man exuded, Arabella also felt guilt. She felt guilty for, earlier, agreeing to work with Mason to incriminate Damon. She felt like a fraud in front of Damon.But what other option did she have?"Thank you. But I am sure you let me win," she said."I am a gentleman," Damon said, shrugging with indifference."A gentleman would not make me lose a million dollars," she retorted, raising an eyebrow slightly."Point for you," the man murmured, and smiled soon after. A subtle sideways smile that made Arabella's nervous system fail."I know. Now, if you will excuse me," Arabella said, dodging to continue her way to the restroom.Arabella was surprised that Damon was still talking to her. She thought that after he "Won the game" and managed to sleep with her again, he would start ignoring her, completely discardin
"Then we're more than friends, because we fuck a lot, all the time. Understand, Sabrina, nothing will change between you and me. Whether Arabella is with me or not. Whether Arabella is married or not. I do not want you.""It will change when your reputation is at stake," she threatened.When Damon decided to break up with Sabrina, he did not think she would become a problem. The model used to be a woman always balanced and mature for the kind of relationship they had. However, at that moment, the man realized he was dealing with the devil."For you to be threatening me, you have no idea the level of fuck we have," he said, just to provoke her."You would not tarnish your image over a fuck," Sabrina insisted."Since my sex life is so interesting, let me correct you. It was more than one.""You can't be serious...""I think we're done here, right?" he interrupted her.And then it was Sabrina's turn to be surprised. She had known Damon for many years, and had never seen him defend a rel
"Incident?""A man approached Miss Collins."Damon's blood boiled the instant those words reached his ears. He felt an almost physical pain at the thought of anyone hurting Arabella. The only thing his brain could assimilate after the concern was anger.The man did not think twice before grabbing the woman's arm and pulling her closer to him. The brief contact was electrifying for both; perhaps more for one than the other. Damon took a few seconds to savor Arabella's sweet scent before he could speak. "I need you to stay safe."Arabella looked at Damon's hand on her arm, and then at his face. The tourmaline eyes were beautiful, just as she remembered. It was as if that image would never be erased from her mind. A chill ran through her body with the realization that that man did not belong to her.Arabella felt bad for not being able to throw everything into chaos and be with Damon. It hurt her heart that Mason would not allow her happiness.She took a deep breath, which only served