Ruined By My Brother's Best Friend (by Silverwriter) novel Chapter 340

ARABELLA’S POV

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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 familia 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.

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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, aning 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.

“I missed these fucking tits,” he rasped into my ear, sucking on my neck and pressing wet kisses to it while his hands traveled to my waist and he pulled my dress off my body.

“You touched them just yesterday,” I whispered, trailing my fingers to his belt and undoing it.

He leaned back, his eyes locking with mine, and he smirked.

It was so sexy, I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled his head down until my lips hovered over his, and I kissed him, sucking on his bottom lip and trapping it between my teeth.

I moved fast, and before he could do anything else, I unzipped his pants and pulled them down, tracing his bulging erection through his boxer briefs.

Alvise tensed, and I felt him get bigger under my touch.

“Fuck, Arabella,” he rasped when I squeezed him hard, pinching his tip gently.

“I tried to go slow, baby,” he hissed, pushing me back until my back touched the table. “But you don’t want that, right?”

He fisted my panties and pulled them back, releasing them suddenly so they snapped back against my clit, tearing a loud moan from me.

“Alvise, I…”

I hissed, pulling on my hair as he tore off my underwear and cupped me between my legs, spreading my wetness everywhere until I felt it coat my thigh.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he groaned. “So wet.”

Alvise brought his fingers to my nipples, spreading my juices on each one and pinching them until I felt my clit pulse and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck me, Alvise,” I begged, closing my legs over his and pushing forward until I was riding his cock through his pants. “Now…”

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