"What just happened doesn't count, let's start over!"
His deep eyes tightly watched her, the one with drunken, blurry vision, his voice as if steeped in alcohol, was low and mellow.
Arabella Vanderbilt subconsciously tried to pull her chin back, only to find it captured firmly, and he refused to let her go.
"What just happened doesn't count, let's kiss again," Joel Russo insisted.
Arabella Vanderbilt frowned slightly, growing unhappy.
She was supposed to be very angry!
That conclusion could be drawn from the jolt with which she bumped her lips against his, causing a sharp pain when her teeth knocked against the corner of his mouth.
Arabella Vanderbilt nestled back into his embrace, rubbing against him to find a comfortable position, then stilled again.
Joel Russo licked the inner corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, tasting the strong metallic flavor of blood.
He could be satisfied with this outcome.
