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the door. Her trembling hand gripp

with the black ballet flat s

w had she gotten into

arching the room fo

nstricted and the familiar feeling o

e feeling in her, Arabella s

knob, and luck

e door but vanished as soon as it appeared

ver her mouth. She let out an inaud

e should have a feast to celebrate it."

e moving further into the room. "I was right when I s

on passing through her, and a chuckle slipped o

that was the only way to make her know he mea

nds on each side of

s it, p

e of his voice c

ng to him and she bit her lower li

r welcome, or is there something you wish to t

k away from her. She was beautiful without trying. Even as she had just wo

s natural, unlike the many

up at him, almost as if she

her good look from her moth

th tears. Tears she was tr

o caress her face, but he stopped hims

to the bitch. His fú

ella said. She grimac

out strong, but instead, it

wled, gripping her chin. "You shoul

yes flickered to his, and she no

t me to mak

t sound sexual, bu

ve way, and her c

e go." She mumbl

o slapped his palms on the rough wal

louder. I might decide to s

ple

peal of laughter. "That's more like it.

ded as he brought out a gún fro

going to

g the gun to her head. "Do you

ed, and she gripped her chest. Her heartbeat quickened,

lp it. But the bástárd in fro

on her mind, but seeing Sandro point the gún to

don't k

I can spare you over mere tears?

He wasn't the playful man he

and he sneered before grabbing a fis

t you go so easily?" He

sniffed her hair wrapped in his

aughty scent he re

never happen

oved to shove him away, but he grasped her hands and pinned

un cocked. She inhaled and bit her tong

she wished he could spare her a

the fun in that?" He chuckled and used the butt o

u, Bella?" His voice was laced with a t

is fingertip, ensuring sh

, Tesoro."

r head. But her e

ok at me!" He grunted, gr

or you'll be so

ashes flustered against her

ollided with hi

unish you." His eyes roved

you. But it can make you wish for death, a

ke the man she was seeing in front of

surface of the earth if possible. But she was sure

aressed her pointed chin. "It

, death was better, or she should have wished for it be

he worst punishment ever she could think of.

and pointed it at

leep with a m

Sandro shouted. His h

nd she punched his

and glared, "Be grateful I am

," Arabell

f women begging to

hard on his face surged through her, but

with me? I did not

paying for the s

ck. She didn't want to cry in front of him. It made her

ng of your punishment, and if I were you, I wouldn't like to be caught unaw

on the bed. She shut her eye

ie; she didn't want

re was an easy way