Ruined By My Brother's Best Friend (by Silverwriter) novel Chapter 258

ARABELLA’S POV

I yelped, sucking in a breath as the cold air hit my bare skin, sending a tremor through me.

“What… are you…”

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I didn’t get to finish my sentence as Alvise stepped impossibly closer, his body almost brushing my bare nipples.

“I’m waiting, Arabella.”

I hissed, his voice so deep I felt it all the way between my legs.

I felt exposed. So exposed and hyper-aware of his every action that it was driving me crazy.

My eyes dropped to my towel on the floor, and I tried to reach for it, but Alvise stepped on it and held my waist, making me jump.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, hating the way my boobs had become extra sensitive, my nipples hardening so much that it became painful.

“You asked me to change your bandage,” Alvise muttered, his eyes not straying from mine.

I shook my head. “This isn’t how you change a bandage…”

His hands moved from my waist to my stomach, and then he drew light circles around my belly button.

“Alvise…” I whispered, clenching my legs together.

He looked eerily calm, not a single sign of the mess he was causing inside my body evident on his face.

“What?”

I bit my lip. “I think I’m going to change it myself…”

He leaned down until his face hovered above mine, and his hands on my stomach moved upward until they rested below my boobs.

“What did I tell you about doing this?”

I released my lip from my teeth’s grasp, and he hissed. “You’re such a fucking tease, Arabella.”

I shook my head. “What are you…”

Alvise ran a finger over my nipple, and I gasped, pressing my back further into the wall.

He brought his lips to my ear and whispered, “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

I heard him speak, but it took time for me to register his words because his finger resting on my nipple made me hot, an ache forming between my legs.

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“I… don’t.”

Oh, but you do he rasped, running his free hand over my other nipple.

I lost it, my pupils dilating as I leaned into his touch. “Hmmm…”

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“I know you do,” Alvise continued, his voice now strained as he leaned back to look at me, his eyes fixed on my lips. “Because you bite these lips every damn second.”

Alvise pinched my nipples at the same time, and I gasped, louder this time.

His eyes darkened. “Do you know what I think about anytime you fucking do it?”

“No.” I managed to whisper, placing my hands on his chest and pressing closer to him so I could feel more friction against my boobs.

I was a mess.

Rough and confident, Alvise rasped, “I think about how they would feel against my lips, but that doesn’t do it for me anymore.”

He pulled on my nipples, and I hissed painfully, the pain mixing with pleasure as I felt the wetness forming between my legs.

“So, do you know what I now think about?”

I couldn’t get a word out.

I couldn’t even think anymore.

He pulled harder on my nipples, and I jumped, clenching my legs tighter together.

“Oh, definitely not.” Alvise said, reaching a hand between my thighs and spreading them. “When I said I’m the only one that gets to touch you, I meant it.”

I blinked, staring at him in disbelief. I could feel my wetness dripping into his hand, but he didn’t inch his hand upward. He just kept it between my thighs.

It was torture.

He was torturing me.

He spread my legs wider, then slowly, he lifted his hand and brought it back to my aching nipple.

A moan escaped my lips, and I shivered. “Alvise,” I hissed, marveling at how he rubbed both nipples slowly, yet with enough pressure to drive me crazy.

“I now think about how your lips would look wrapped around my cock.”

I lost it, and my hands traveled to my thighs, inching up toward my core. The pressure building there drove me insane, and I grazed a finger over my folds.

Closing my eyes, I stifled a moan, but the pleasure was short-lived when Alvise grabbed my wrist and brought my hand back up until it was hanging between our faces, my wetness coating my fingers.

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“Fucking hell,” he hissed under his breath, his voice strained, like he was painfully holding himself back.

ou’re driving me crazy, Arabella,” he gritted. “Fucking crazy.”

I didn’t get to register his words before he sucked on my fingers, licking every drop of my wetness off.

I trembled, my legs almost giving way as I watched. The sight of my fingers buried in his mouth and hearing the deep groans that came from him made me weak.

He released my hand and licked his lips, his eyes now so dark I could barely see the blue in them.

Slowly and almost hesitantly, he finally let his gaze stop on my body, and he tensed.

His jaw twitched as his eyes lingered on my boobs, like he was holding himself back from doing something.

“And this body.” He released a sharp breath. “You have no idea what it does to me.”

My heart skipped its next beat, and my mouth hung open.

His words were finally registering, and I couldn’t believe it.

“You think about my body?” I asked softly, holding my breath as I awaited his answer.

He brought his mouth to my shoulder and sucked on my collarbone. “More than I should.”

Those were the words that tipped me over the edge.

I wrapped my hands around his neck. “Carry me,” I whispered.

Alvise hoisted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him, unable to hold in the moan that tore through me when my clit brushed against his belt,

His addictive scent wafted into my nose as he glanced down between us, his eyes not straying from my boobs.

“Fuck it,” he groaned, and then he latched his lips onto a nipple.