Ruined By My Brother's Best Friend (by Silverwriter) novel Chapter 289

Bathing Me

ARABELLA’S POV

Alvise ate me out till I fell asleep… begging.

When he said it was my turn to beg, he really meant it, and I hadn’t even been prepared for how far he was willing to go to make me beg.

I’d gone through so many orgasms, I just couldn’t afford to keep having more, but each time he latched his tongue back onto my entrance, I found myself chasing another release.

Heat warmed my cheeks at the thought as I sat up on the bed, stretching my arms and looking at the empty space beside me.

I’d fallen asleep in his study, so he probably brought me to the room and left. Looking down at myself, I realized I was wearing a hoodie and shorts that were definitely not mine, and after sniffing them, I confirmed that they were his.

I sighed, moving to stand from the bed, but sucked in a breath when a feeling of discomfort coated the area between my legs.

I was sensitive.

Too sensitive.

And maybe a bit sore, but I wasn’t surprised. I’d seen it coming, not just because of Alvise’s size, but because it had been years since I’d been intimate with anyone… well, him.

Taking a deep breath, I got off the bed, ignoring the sizzle between my legs as I peeled off his clothes before tying a towel around my waist.

The door opened suddenly, and I jumped a little, turning back to see Alvise walking into the room, already dressed in a navy suit.

Shutting the door behind him, he looked up, and our eyes clashed, his gaze more intense than it had ever been.

I tried to play it cool.

“Good morning,” I mumbled, turning on my heel and heading toward the bathroom.

\”Arabella.”

I paused abruptly, refusing to turn around as my heart beat wildly in my chest. “Y-yes?”

I felt him walk from the door, and then the hairs on the back of my neck stood, alerting me that he was now close.

So close I could smell his aftershave and cologne.

“Are you okay?” Alvise asked, his deep voice making me shiver.

“I’m fine,” I mumbled, opening the bathroom door and stepping inside.

Before I could close it, Alvise walked past me into the bathroom.

I blinked, shutting the door and turning back to him. “I want to use the bathroom.”

He leaned against the countertop and crossed his ankles. “I can see that.”

Then why was he here?

It was hard to do anything with him looking at me like I was the only thing in the room.

His gaze was always unnerving, and I was beginning to realize he had no idea it was that way… or he just didn’t care.

“Okay… can you excuse me?” I scratched the back of my head. “I really need to freshen up…”

“I fucked you yesterday, Arabella,” Alvise muttered nonchalantly, his face unreadable. “And I had my mouth on every part of your skin, but I can’t watch you bathe?”

A hot blush stained my cheeks, and it grew hotter with each second he stared at me, so I had to look away.

Why did he have to be so forward all the time?

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify