"Arabella, I'm very angry right now, what should we do, hmm?"
He leaned extremely close, straightening his back as he bent down towards her, his hands propped on either side of her on the edge of the desk, encircling her entirely in his personal territory.
Dominantly leaving her no chance to escape.
An intense desire to possess.
Arabella Vance looked into the man's ink-dark eyes, where a layer of cold, glimmering light was diffused.
Her heart tightened, "I... I really didn't... Mm..."
Her lips were fiercely seized in a kiss, his tongue carrying his uniquely brisk breath as it easily pried apart her teeth, forcefully sweeping through every part of her mouth like a devastating storm…
It was as if he vented all the pent-up fury he had been suppressing into this kiss.
Arabella Vance didn't like such ambiguous kisses.
She reached out to push his shoulders, but Joel Russo suddenly gripped her waist firmly, lifting her onto the office desk.
