Haunted By My Brother’s Bestfriend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Dax My brain short circuited as I heard those words and I felt a deep hunger roar through my chest at once. Instantly, I clenched my hands tightly at my side while images from last five years flood my insides, images of her on her knees for me. As a long exhale left my throat, I slowly turned around to stare at her. “Please?” She echoed quietly, her hands clasped togrther on the island. She was blinking at me through her fuck-me glasses, her tongue slightly poking at her cheek and I closed my eyes for a few moments while reminding myself that I wouldn’t fall for such a simple trick. She definitely doesn’t want me anymore, that was a thing of the past for her and nothing more. Perhaps she has most likely lost all desire for older men now that she has managed to explore and realize that younger men around her age were more her thing. I don’t blame her for that, that was what was good for her and it was also what I wished she’d do after she got to school five years ago. I just don’t

Ariana My eyes widened even more and I began to shake my head, my heart beating fast as I attempted but failed to get a word out. He was shaking his head as he kept regarding me before speaking. “You’re so predictable, Ariana.” He drawled, and I gasped as he hurled me right into the dining room which was in the nearest corner. When I couldn’t feel any pain in my injured ankle, I realized that was because he was basically carrying me with one hand right now. That made me feel so flustered on the inside, right before he stopped in front of the dining table and set me down. “Wait…” I began but he ignored me and pushed me over the table to my utter bewilderment. My mouth hung open in utter disbelief while my mind reeled hard, struggling to wrap my head around what was clearly about to happen. Was he gonna… spank me?? “Why is it so hard for you to listen to me?” He asked from behind me and I trembled as I felt his hand settled on my back, pinning me in place on the table. “Fuck you

Ariana As I watched Dax leave, my mind urged me to run after him, but I remained in the same spot, reminding myself that I had nothing to worry about since these were all his men who were very loyal to him. I swirled my drink around in my glass before downing it in a go, welcoming the slight buzz I was starting to feel in my head. I looked around, already planning on getting another drink even though Dax had forbade me from having more than two. I was very certain I could handle my own alcohol so I have nothing to worry about. And better he wasn’t here right now so he wouldn’t be able to know. I looked around and spotted one of the guys with a tray of champagne and I walked towards him. He offered me a polite smile. “Princess Ariana.” He breathed out but I waved him off, feeling weird to be referred to as princess even though that’s what I apparently am as the sister of Dave. “Just Ariana is fine, please. And I want another drink.” I breathed out, watching as he visibly grew tens

Ariana I had managed to somehow get more alcohol into my system, and presently, I was straddling a guy’s laps. I don’t even remember what he looked like, but he had nice large hands and also smelt nice enough. He was kissing up my throat and his hands were around my waist, as he pressed his hard on against my stomach. I wasn’t even turned on, I hated that my body wasn’t reacting like I’d have liked right now, and I was still dwelling on that when I was suddenly wrenched off the pair of laps I was sitting in a second ago. My eyes spinned as I blinked up at Dax, then a gasp left my mouth as he grabbed the Man I was just straddling and jerked him out of his seat. “What were you doing with the princess?” Dax asked in a low voice but before I could explain that I was the one who went to meet him and ask if he’d like a lap dance from me, Dax was punching him in the nose. As I screamed, Dax only punched him again. At this point, the whole crowd was now staring at us and I felt so ashame

Dax On existing my office, I headed up the stairs, feeling like I was being drawn upstairs, to Ariana’s room. Even though I was aware that I should stay away, I couldn’t help it. It was like there was a magnetic pull between us, pulling me closer to her. Since she returned into my life, the hunger I had long buried resurfaced and refused to disappear. After that kiss tonight, I wasn’t sure if I’d still be able to keep my hands to myself. I let out an exhale on stopping in front of her bedroom door, breathing slowly. I squinted, listening attentively because I could hear faint noises from the other side of the door. Was she seriously touching herself? That thought instantly had my blood roaring hotly through my veins and I let out a ragged exhale, my head quietly thumping against her door as I tried to rein in my self control. It was taking all of me to not open this door and go in there, then pin her down and fuck her until she passes out on my cock. Quiet moans could be heard