Grant your wish

Arabella thought she had escaped all the brutality from Sandro, but she was starting to doubt his niceness.

She brushed her hair that stuck on her forehead due to the sweat coating her body. They finished fúcking a few seconds ago and despite not wanting to give herself completely to him, she enjoyed what he did to her.

Although she didn't divulge that part of the information to him she believe he knew even without saying.

He had made her writhe underneath him, begged him to fúck her over again and yell his name.

Sandro stood near the window. She didn't know what he was staring down at but he was tensed. She saw him gripping the window sill and his muscles flexed under the dim lighting of the moon that streamed in.

Sandro turned back to her and she hastily draped the duvet over her bare torso.

She flushed, looking down at her fingers as his eyes stayed on her for a few seconds before he let them wander away.

She cleared her throat breaking the silence. "Why are you being nice to me? I