Ruined By My Brother's Best Friend (by Silverwriter) novel Chapter 300

Ruined By My Brother’s Best Friend

Spicing Up Our Marriage

ARABELLA’S POV

Alvise moved his hands from my waist to my ass, running them over me before cupping me firmly, his lips moving to my ear.

“It’s already better, baby.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I buried my head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent. “I’m supposed to be the one making you flustered,” I hissed. “When did the tables turn?”

He chuckled, the sound deep and smooth, traveling all the way between my legs until I pressed them tighter against his torso for some friction.

It didn’t help.

“Now you’re laughing at me,” I murmured, closing my eyes. “This is what I get for trying to spice up our marriage,” I joked, giggling.

Alvise walked to the middle of the closet and gently dropped me onto the console table, his large hands guiding me until I sat properly, and then he wrapped my legs behind his torso again.

His eyes, blue and almost overwhelming, were all I could see as he leaned down, the corner of his lips lifting into a dark smirk. “You want to spice up our marriage?”

I cleared my throat, shaking my head. “No… It was just a joke…”

He trapped my bottom lip between his teeth, knocking my breath out of me, and sucked on it softly, then so hard I gasped.

“Too late to go back on your word now, wife,” he said, pulling back.

Wife.

The way it sounded coming from his mouth made me want to hear it every day.

My cheeks flushed at the thought, and I buried my head in my hands.

I was going crazy.

Maybe I was the one that needed therapy, not Tatiana.

Even though I was still hiding in my embarrassing thoughts, I felt Alvise’s gaze fixed on me while his hands slipped underneath my dress and he bunched it up before shrugging his jacket off my shoulders.

“What are you…”

The moment I dropped my hands, he slammed his lips onto mine, kissing me so hard I yelped in shock, but he didn’t stop.

I didn’t want him to stop.

Alvise slid his hands to my ass, kneading them roughly, almost in sync with his tongue dancing with mine. the kiss fast, wet, and rough.

I pulled back to catch my breath, but ended up losing it when he zipped down my dress and unclasped my bra, his large hands pulling them down until my tits sprang free, aching for him to touch them.

He latched his tongue onto a nipple, and I moaned, closing my eyes as my core pulsed in satisfaction. “Alvise…”

His fingers closed over my other nipple, pressing, pulling, and tugging on it until I was a panting, moaning mess, rubbing my hands all over his body and pulling his shirt off his body.

Alvise didn’t slow down.

Not when he sucked on each bud, cupped them, and pinched them until I cried for him to stop, then for him to continue.

I didn’t know what I wanted.

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