Bella Lust 소설 & 이야기

The sting barely registered, but it kept the anger from spilling over. She better not have ruined everything I planned. I went through too many records to find her profile. Rosella. Raffael’s Bonnie to his Clyde in those days. It took time, effort and finances. For once, Bianca had actually been useful, providing the contacts I needed to trace her. “Adrián?” Emilia’s mother tapped my shoulder gently. “You’re hurting yourself.” I looked at her, then down at my wrist, now flushed a deep red from repeated snaps.

Lillian rolled her eyes, but the smile never left her face. “It would definitely be a reality, trust me.” Bella assured with a shrug. “I guess we're done here.” Lillian mumbled and stood up. “Yeah, just need this and you're good to go.” Bella replied as she stretched out a fancy clutch purse to her, and she accepted it with a smile. “Now, this is whom we call the Disney princess.” Lillian couldn't help but to chuckle at Bella's little drama. She was wearing a one – shoulder blue flare dress which stopped above her thigh and a black ankle strap heel.

Eva rolled her eyes at them as we walked into the boutique. "What was that for?". I ask as we walked to a lady looking very professional behind a counter. "Like seriously??.... I'm Eva, a fashion artiste and not just any fashion artist I work for the hottest guy in Newyork". I nod knowing she was referring to Gary. The lady smiled warmly "Welcome Eva.... Who have you come to shop for?." Eva, who was looking really classic in black stilettos and a black strapless gown stopping mid thigh exposing her flawless skin smiled at her. She flipped her blonde hair stylishly over her shoulders.

Shadow and light danced across the expanse of his exposed skin, creating an alluring contrast that drew her attention. “That girl in short black dress….I want her.”- Rayn's declaration cut through the pulsating beats of the music, his voice carrying a mix of desire and determination. hearing his words Axel didn't waste a moment. With a swift motion of his hands, he gestured towards the girl in the short black dress. Her steps were confident, as she moved gracefully. She was Laila, Her luscious blonde hair flowed down her back. Her eyes skillfully outlined with eyeliner. Her lips were a seductive masterpiece, painted with a dark shade of red.

“What is she talking about?” He didn’t answer. His jaw clenched. His silence was worse than any confession. Celeste’s laughter split the air again, high and cruel. “Ah, there it is. The silence that damns.” She spread her arms wide, as though presenting us on some twisted stage. “The lover who bleeds for you, Aria, but bleeds secrets too. Tell me, how long will your lust last when you realize it’s built on lies?” Julian finally snapped, his voice breaking like thunder. “Enough!”

She was petite, dark-skinned, with an elegant updo and gold hoops that screamed confidence. “I’m Bella,” she said, offering a hand. Her accent was smooth, slightly British. “Elena,” I replied, shaking it. “Nervous?” She smirked. “Not even a little. But they are.” My gaze swept over the room. A few girls were already side-eyeing us. Watching. Judging. Just then, Celeste entered, clipboard in hand, heels tapping a crisp rhythm as she stood before us. "I’m Celeste, your liaison for the Luxe Vogue program.”

Bella smiled, signing back, "Dad, you know me. I just like being casual not fancy-fancy all the time." Her father chuckled, shaking his head affectionately. He knew better than to argue with her gentle stubbornness. Deep down, though, he adored Bella more than anyone even more than Lilly. That quiet favoritism sparked jealousy in her sister's heart. Just as Bella and her father shared a laugh, Lilly appeared at the top of the stairs. She was breathtaking in a black-and-gold gown that shimmered with every movement, the open back revealing flawless skin. On her feet were Christian Louboutin stilettos, red-soled and dazzling beneath the chandelier light. A small Prada clutch completed her look.

And I liked how she was with me in the house, how she felt so mine in every way. Before I left Italy, Leana had warned me. Again. She said she’d stay quiet for six months, that she’d let me handle the divorce cleanly and officially. That way she could give birth after the wedding. She didn’t want her child being born before she had a ring on her finger. It was the same tired conversation we kept having. And now that everything is quietly becoming a complete mess, I couldn’t avoid her forever. “Speaking of,” Liam said, clearing his throat. “How’s Leana? I heard she stopped modeling since her bump started showing.”

he looked at me in surprise, as well as the girl next to me. "If I'm not mistaken, your company owns the famous beauty products?" he added with a wide smile on his lips. I simply scratched the back of my head and was ashamed to stand in front of them. "Paula," he scolded her softly. "No, it's alright. Well actually, you're right. Our company owns B beauty products." What I told him. "Excuse me, Mr. Bautista." He said to me with a trace of fear on his face.

She was completely unaware that her desperate beseeching was only making his dark desire burn hotter. Alexander needed more of her. Ignoring her tearful pleas, his hands tore at her blouse, ripping the fabric to reveal her cream-colored undergarments. Alexander saw absolutely nothing beyond blind lust and her smooth skin. He ravished her like a starving lion, biting and sucking on the soft skin exposed by the plunge of her bra. His hot mouth trailed down from her chest to her stomach, placing wet, bruising kisses near her belly button, before moving down to her hips. Alexander felt her shudder in sheer surprise when his lips connected with the soft spot on her hip.