Ruined By My Brother's Best Friend (by Silverwriter) novel Chapter 290

Ruined By My Brother’s Best Friend

His Pov- Selfish

ANVISE’S POV

I lost control.

Shit.

I said I was never going to sleep with her… and I actually planned on never doing it… for now.

But that was bullshit.

I’d realized it the moment I walked into my study last night and found her in that slutty excuse for underwear.

I’d lost it.

I should have never sought her out after seeing the footage of her going into the study.

When she told me I was going to beg in the morning, I knew she was up to no good, but I didn’t bother, because I believed I wasn’t going to give in.

What a fucking joke.

When she’d grabbed my cock through my pants at the breakfast table, I contemplated fucking her right there.

I hated just how much of an effect she had on me, and the messed-up part was that she had no idea.

And it was better that way.

Because now, with my hands between her legs as I bathed her and watched her eyes roll back as she reached another orgasm, I was certain this was a sight I wanted to see for the rest of my life.

I couldn’t let her go.

Not now.

Not ever.

And that was the problem.

Whatever fairytale she wanted, I could never give her that. I didn’t know how to… and I didn’t want to know.

I had a dark soul. I’d accepted it long ago and made peace with it.

She didn’t know how dark my soul could get, or the danger being my wife brought upon her. And if I let myself get wrapped up in her too much, she was going to become my weakness.

I hated weaknesses.

I had a lot of enemies inside and outside the Bratva, so I couldn’t afford to give a fuck… even though I already did.

vise…” Arabella breathed, throwing her head back as she reached her peak, her release coating my fingers.

The sound of her moans traveled all the way to my cock, and it twitched, begging for me to bury it inside her again, but I ignored it.

I had to.

She was sore.

“Still sore, baby?” I asked, moving to drain the water and fill the tub with fresh, warm water.

There.

A bright red color stained her cheeks, and she looked away, hiding her face from me. “No… I’m much better now.”

I was not a fan of endearments. Never had been, and it always irritated me when Tatiana called me ‘baby’ or whatever other shit she came up with.

But I’d started using it on Arabella… a lot.

And the reason I wasn’t going to stop was right there on her cheeks.

She always turned pale or got so shy that she couldn’t look me in the eyes.

It made her uncomfortable.

I liked making her uncomfortable.

“Remember, we have somewhere to be,” I reminded her, stopping the water when it almost reached her chest.

I left her to wash the soap from her skin before straightening up and heading out of the bathroom.

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