Chapter14:

"What are you doing?" Arabella screeched. She thumped Sandro's chest as her feet collided with the cold tiled floor. Gripping her hands, Sandro twisted them to her back, making her wince in pain.  "Goodness, look at your beautiful breasts seeking attention when I haven't concentrated on them." Sandro let out a low guttural groan. His díck hardened, straining in his pants, he shoved her to the smooth wall, and his head bent to take a pointed nípple in his mouth. "Let go of me, bástárd!" Arabella said weakly as his tongue licked her nípple. She bit her lower lip and swallowed back the moan in her mouth. "Fúck," Sandro grunted, cupping her face before closing his lips on her. Arabella shoved him, but he didn't budge. Instead, he continued with what he was doing. Moreover, her body was beginning to give in even though she didn't want it. Yet, there was no way she could stop her treacherous body from not wanting more. "Sandro…" Sandro growled; he removed his mouth from hers and turned her t