Chapter12:

Arabella covered her face with her hands and shook her head. She dragged in a staggering breath, blinking back the tears in her eyes. What had happened just moments ago was beyond her comprehension, something she had never anticipated. Sandro might now view her as a whore, assuming he had attained his desires. She had cried out his name as he pleasured her. It was the last thing she had intended, but in that instant, she had been unable to stop herself. The desire that had coursed through her had been overwhelming, and she had craved more. Perhaps, she was silly to have wanted more, yet, she couldn't help the way she felt. Arabella bit her lower lip as her core tingled, the image of Sandro buried deep within her mind. She pondered the size of his manhood and how she might have felt if he had taken her more intimately. While it was possible she wouldn't have consented and might have protested, she was also convinced that Sandro would have been forceful. "Will you take the entire day to