Arianna’s POV.
I stared into his eyes and I’m sure my heart did a little leap. I don’t know how long we stared at each other like that but I was painfully aware of the tension in the air. I cursed myself internally countless times. I didn’t understand, was I so horny? I struggled with so many thoughts and finally tore my eyes away from him as I turned to look for my book. I couldn’t find it and then I heard him walking towards me, and soon he stopped.
I didn’t turn to look at him because I was so afraid that my face would betray any thoughts I harboured. “Looking for this, Bella?” He asked and I turned my face to look at him and saw my novel hanging in the air from his good arm. He still has that annoying smirk on his face which was a lot better than his fake smile. I reached out to grab the book and the swing shook a little. Then I remembered that I was currently sitting in a swing.
“Give me back my book?” I said as I glared at him in embarrassment. He whistled and then turned the cover to his face. The cover was incredibly suggestive and I turned my head away.
“I didn’t know you read books like these.” He said. I didn’t reply and tried not to have a face as red as a monkey’s butt now.
“Why read the book when you can experience the real deal and more with me, Bella.” He held the swing with his good hand as he leaned over to say.
“In your dreams,” I said as I smiled sweetly at him.
He chuckled and let go of the swing as his hand trailed the side of my face. “You’re a horrible liar. You won’t keep fighting me for too long. We both know that you want this as much as I do.” His hands trailed down my face and to my shoulders. I was dressed in a thin top and a skirt today. I leaned into his hand and just went with the flow.
My sound voice of reason came out again but I silenced it. I didn’t want to see him so I closed my eyes. However, I became even more aware of him and aware of the feelings he evoked. That recklessness and passion, the same one that urged me to forget everything and just accept what he offered. His hand moved to my boobs and I gripped the chain of the swing. He squeezed them softly in his hands rhythmically. I knew myself, I was going soft again but I still let him do it. A part of me wanted it, needed it even.
I arched into his palm and I heard him murmur something in Italian. I couldn’t understand it but I knew how he must’ve looked. His eyes glinted darkly in the promise of something wild and passionate. Almost like fire. Then my eyes fluttered open and I was right. His green orbs were so dark. I’d never seen them that way and I stared. I couldn’t help but moan when he applied more pressure to his hand. He then smashed his lips on mine. His kisses weren’t gentle, but deep, domineering and lush licks in my mouth. I melted at his actions.
His lips were soft but his actions weren’t. He leaned into me holding the nape of my neck to keep me in position. The kiss got wilder and I let myself go as my hands roamed his body. I reached under his shirt for his abs and he moaned as well. His hand went up my shirt and cupped my boobs through my bra. He mumbled something incoherent and directly unclasped my bra and tugged at my nipples as he squeezed and cupped them.
He kissed his way down from my lips to my neck. He nibbled on the skin around my neck and moved down to my boobs but the swing was unsteady. He carried me down and set me on the pillar. He pulled the shirt apart and bent over my nipples as he took them in his mouth one at a time. I moaned loudly and my hand flew over my mouth. My face was red with pleasure as he sucked and tugged at them.
I ran a hand through his hair not sure if I was pushing him away or tugging him closer. My moans grew louder and he slipped his hand into my skirt directly ripping my panty. He pumped two fingers in me and I held on to his shoulder. He inserted the third finger and I moaned loudly. I swear that I was on the verge of begging him to just take me and do whatever he pleased. I really couldn’t take it anymore. He was stimulating my clit with his thumb, stretching me with his fingers, and kissing me savagely.
“What in the world..” I went still when I heard that voice, and Gabriele did too. It was Sara. At that point in time my head cleared, what the heck was I doing again? It was bad enough that I slipped inside the house now I was on the verge of having sex with Gabriele Andino outside. In the garden for heaven’s sake, a public place. I know I encouraged him but that didn’t stop me from feeling small and ashamed.
I found that my shirt was hanging on me ripped and my skirt was hitched up. I looked over and Sara was standing there staring at us with her hands akimbo. Gabriele’s jaw clenched and his face hardened. “Get out.”
Sara was about to say something but I pushed Gabriele off me and scrambled to put my clothes in order. I looked around for my panty and saw it thrown to a corner and I picked it up as well as the shred of dignity I had left and walked out.
Gabriele reached out “Bella…” but I really didn’t want to hear any of it, not now. As I passed Sara she looked at me with contempt and obvious disdain. I could hear Gabriele Andino shouting but I didn’t want to listen. I picked up my pace and ran to my room before anybody could see me in my present state. I really didn’t look presentable at all.
Once in the comfort of my room, I closed the door behind me and locked it for good measure as I leaned on the door. I took deep breaths in as I tried to tell myself that it was alright and it wasn’t my fault. I went to the dresser and the girl I saw there in the mirror had disheveled hair, swollen lips, and all in all, I looked like I had just been freshly fucked. I thanked God that nobody saw me In this condition, except Sara.
I ran into the bathroom to take a shower and calm down a bit, but as I closed my eyes I remembered what happened a few minutes ago. I took a shower very quickly and tried to understand myself. I am attracted to him, no doubt, but I didn’t know anymore. I was so confused.
For the next few days, I tried my absolute best to remain in my room and not come out for any reason. Sofia tried her best to talk to me but I don’t know why I just wasn’t in the mood. Gabriele on his own end was busy recovering and I don’t think he had the time to think about me and our strange attraction to each other. I sat on my bed nibbling on the snacks Sofia sent to me. Then I decided to just stop thinking about it, so I went to look for Sofia
I snuck downstairs and found Sofia in the kitchen. “Hey Sofie, come over” I waved as I whispered. She looked left and right and came out. “What is it?”
“Let’s go see Nadia and Elena.” She shook her head “That’s not a good idea, Arianna. Lately, Mr. Andino has been in a bad mood. I don’t think it’s safe to go there now. We don’t have permission to go to the west wing.”
“Don’t be a scaredy cat. Let’s just go. I promise no one will see us.” She hesitated for a few minutes and I tugged at her hand.
She let out a sigh. “You’re gonna get me into trouble someday, I can feel it.”
I laughed and we snuck into the west wing accurately but unfortunately, we encountered a little accident, Sara. God, I felt like she was my nemesis or something. I literally met her everywhere.
“Sneaking into the west wing hmm, Arianna?” She spat out. She was dressed in a pale pink mini gown with the whole updo hairstyle. She was dressed up for staying at home. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with Gabriele Andino. You know I thought you were different, but you’re even worse than a slut.”
I was incensed by her words and forgetting where I was, I marched up to her and hit her across the face hard. Her head whipped to the side. It felt very satisfying hitting a bitch. Her eyes turned red as she spoke, “Slut, you’re nothing more than a cheap slut. You behaved all high and mighty but in reality, you’re also a pretentious bitch that just wants to have a good fuck with Gabriele. I mean who wouldn’t want to?” She smiled a little madly at this point.
Before I could speak, she jumped on me trying to attack me with her nails and heels. Sofia kept on shouting for help while Sara kept screaming curses and threats about Gabriele and I of course fought back.
We were soon separated after causing a considerable amount of injury to ourselves and I waited for Gabriele to come home.