Bella POV:
The bed dips when he climbs off to take off his pants and then dips again when he climbs back on.He stops when my pelvis meets up with his. He looks at me then takes some of my wetness to rub over his swollen cock. It mixes with his precum making his tip glisten. I ache to put my lips on it but I need him inside me way more"Please" I plead moving closer to him. He sighs looking at my clit as he continues to rub himself. His balls rub on my ass as he picks up his pace. Looking at him bring himself close to a release my chest falls and rises rapidly.He looks like a sinful Greek god right now. His muscles flexing, his tattoos making him look so desirable. He looks down to find me looking and he grins slowing down his movements"You like watching me, Bella" he rasps halting to a stop and I nod at him. He takes my hand and grabs my index finger and middle finger. He brings his tip to them coating my fingerprints with his wetness. He lets go of my hand and he watches me.Biting my lip I know what he's asking of me. Bringing my fingers to my lips I suck his taste off them. A hum leaves his lips and I smile but it quickly falters into a moan when he rubs his tip up and down my folds"Stop me Bella" he practically pleads as he aims himself at my entrance but I keep quiet. He doesn't understand that I want him and that I need him."I need this" I whimper pushing my hips so his thick tip rubs against my folds again and again"No Bella, you don't, stop me," he says pushing his tip inside me. He sounded desperate. Feeling myself being stretched I gasp grabbing the sheets around me"Bella please," he says pushing in another inch. He sounds so pained but so am I. He lets out a groan when he pushes in another inch. Fuck he feels so big. If this was my first time with him I would swear his breaking me in half"We both need this. Today has been hard on us" I whisper running my hand up and down his back as he pushes inside me"Not like this Bella" he moans grabbing onto my waist. He pulls me towards him making me take in another inch. The pace his going at is so slow and excruciating"Daniel please just please" I whimper pushing myself against him. He thrusts himself inside me with full force. We both moan when we feel him reach the deepest parts of me. Stretching me to completely accommodate him."Ah fuck you feel so good around my dick," he growls thrusting in and out allowing me to get used to him"So fucking good," he rasps his pace quickening. His thrusts start to drive me crazy in the best way possible. Our moans echo around the room. I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge with each hard thrust that has his tip pushing against my G-spot"Fuck oh fuck" I cry out when he starts rubbing my clit at the same pace as his thrusts. My legs start to shake and my whimpers grow louder and louder"Give it to me Bella" he groans. A scream leaves my lips as I welcome the orgasm that takes everything from me. His pace doesn't falter. Wave after wave hits me as I gasp. My toes and my nails dig deeper into his back making him groans in pleasure"Daniel fuck" I choke out as my back arches. I stay like that for a while. He eventually reaches his point and he breaks with a loud groan as he cums inside me"You're mine Bella" he rasps "You're mine now" he says and his thrusts start to slow down. He leans down to plant a kiss on my lips.Taking it I wrap my arm around his neck letting him kiss me softly but his grip on my waist tells me that he meant it and that he'll stop once I reach my third climaxBella's POV: "Grief. That's what my life has turned into," I said, my voice a soft tremor echoing my inner turmoil. "I went from being a depressed teenage dirtbag who experimented with every single drug she could find at 14. Then I got myself into a rehab where I met a little girl who became my best friend. I got better for her, so she would know she could leave and not die in there like others. She managed to get out, but then she passed away a year and a half ago. The girl I got better for, the reason I fought so hard, passed away. They say you should get better for yourself, but what good is it if you have no one to celebrate your progress with? I mean, I should be proud of myself, and I am, but life sucks, and drugs just numb the pain. I relapsed a lot after she died, but a friend who helped me get better before is helping me again. And thanks to you wonderful people, I feel like my life is getting better and easier. So, I can proudly say I'm six months sober," I declared, my voi
Bella POV: "Are you serious? How many times must I tell you to stop coming early?" I asked, frustration lacing my words, my hands instinctively reaching to strangle him with my scarf. But he swiftly snatched it from my grip, his eyes dancing with mischief. In one smooth motion, he tied the scarf around my wrists, leaving enough space to loop it over his head. My hands were now bound behind his neck, and a mischievous smile curled my lips. He had pulled a slick move, and I couldn't help but be impressed. "And how many times must I tell you to keep your scarf on?" he whispered, his voice a low, seductive murmur as he leaned in, his lips tantalizingly close to mine. "I actually can't remember," I retorted with a cheeky tone, fully aware of the effect I had on him. "Should I slap your ass red again for you to remember?" he growled, his grip tightening around my waist, pulling me closer. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, his proximity electrifying. "God, you're so foul," I teased,
Bella POV: Walking up the stairs, I smiled at the cute guard who opened the door for me. Stepping inside, I couldn't help but notice the emptiness of the house. I seemed to be the only one who brought color into it. Everywhere was dark navy, dark grey, and black. Everything was just so dark. But if you looked closely in the nooks and cracks, you'd find my colorful hairbands hanging on random hooks, my peach-colored slippers next to his Amadeo Testoni shoes, my sugary boxes of cereal next to his plain wheat cereals, my full cream milk next to his almond milk. We were like two peas in a pod. Yippee. Taking off my coat, shoes, gloves, and scarf, I placed them neatly on the hooks by the door. My shoes found their place next to his, and slipping into my slippers, I made my way to the freezer, grabbing a tub of birthday cake ice cream. With a spoon in hand, I suddenly realized how quiet it was. Walking back to the door, I opened it and poked my head out to check if the guard was still th
Bella's POV:Daniel's silence since our fight yesterday cuts deeper than I care to admit. I half-expected him to show up today, maybe to retrieve his car, but instead, he sent one of his men. It's not our first spat, yet this time, the void between us feels heavier, more ominous. It's one thing when I'm the one shutting him out, but when he's the one doing it, I fear I might be losing him.In an attempt to distract myself, I find myself seated in a coffee shop across from Noah, a stranger I hired impulsively. Sometimes, the company of a complete stranger can be the best distraction.The bitter aroma of coffee surrounded us, filling the space with a comforting scent that contrasted sharply with the turmoil in my heart."What exactly do you do, Bell?" Noah asked, his eyes filled with curiosity and something else, something warm that made me feel momentarily at ease."Anything really, but my most treasured job is working at a library," I said, my voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. Pouri
Bella POV: Intrigued by Noah's strange request, I couldn't help but ask, "Prove what exactly?" He scanned the room before turning back to me, his expression unusually serious."I need to prove I have self-control," he said, and I had to bite back a chuckle. My mind raced, wondering what could have led to this bizarre challenge. Deciding to indulge in the unexpected twist of events, I thought, *You know what, let me actually have fun tonight, because it looks like I'm single anyway, so why not be single?*"You know what, fuck it. What do you need me to do?" I asked nonchalantly as he ordered us some drinks. I knew I shouldn't be drinking, but I reasoned that one wouldn't hurt."Just flirt with me, practically, and do whatever is necessary. I just need to prove to them and myself that I have self-control," he explained, downing his forest fire shot. I eyed mine warily, realizing I'd have to take the shot too. Downing it quickly, I smacked the glass back down with determination."Okay,
Bella POV: I walked back to the bar, where I found Noah engaged in what appeared to be a tense conversation with Clyde. The atmosphere crackled with tension, their proximity almost palpable as they stood toe-to-toe. Clyde, slightly taller than Noah, had the advantage, staring down at him with an intensity that matched the gravity of their discussion."If she's watching, then she'll sit in between us," Noah said, his voice laced with a growl."Bella," Clyde called, turning his attention away from Noah to look at me, his eyes conveying a mixture of anticipation and mystery."The show has started," he announced, and I nodded, feeling a blend of confusion and curiosity. I took Clyde's offered arm, and he led me away from the bar. Noah, on my other side, took my hand, and the two men walked me up a grand staircase I hadn't noticed before. We turned left, entering a room that appeared almost full, with at least 30 people seated. The chairs were arranged facing a stage in the middle of the
Bella's POV: As we stood outside the room, reality hit me hard. My cheeks were flushed, and I felt a mix of confusion, embarrassment, and a strange sort of exhilaration. I adjusted my dress, blaming the shots, the women in front of me, and the two men I was sandwiched between for my disheveled state. "Uhm," I managed to say, feeling the need to break the awkward silence that hung between us. Clyde chuckled, glancing at Noah. "Still no self-control," Clyde teased. My eyes widened in realization. This was the person Noah had been talking about. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. You're the one that touched her," Noah growled defensively. Clyde chuckled again, seemingly unperturbed. "Self-control has to deal with you being able to watch your partner find their release without you touching yourself and just being content with them finding their release even when you haven't," Clyde explained to Noah, his words laden with a deeper meaning. Something significant passed b
Daniel's POV:"Hey, Daniel, it's me. Please answer my calls. I'm sorry. Can we please talk? Okay, bye."Her voicemail ended. Xavier chuckled, and I rolled my eyes."Is that Bella?" he asked, and I sighed, pocketing my phone. Putting on my boxing gloves, I grabbed the punching bag in front of me.I hadn't cheated; it just looked like I did. I had actually gone to a meeting with Xavier, and some guy was there. There were strippers, and Xavier asked me to just go with the flow, so I did. Now Bella had jumped to conclusions and ruined the perfect thing that we had."Yeah, she's been sending these all week," I said, swinging at the bag. Xavier swung at his bag, and when it swung back, he held it."Shit, what did she do?" he asked, fixing his stance."Remember the new guy I hired, Noah? He quit, and now he's working for her. Last week, they went out on a date. She even came back to her apartment stumbling about," I said, swinging hard. The hinges of the bag squeaked, and I shook my hands.I