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She turns narrowed eyes on me, and that’s when she tosses a ood as the fucking whore you spent all night with at the ball the other night My father dropped these off for you this ”

I s thickly, reaching into the folder and pulling out a stack of eight-by-ten black-and-white prints, still ies taken from surveillance cameras at the masquerade with timestamps in each bottouards surrounding him, closeups of the hench escorted out the exit

But a couple of them are of me and Rosalie on the dancefloor, and the position frole of the ca her in an inti her into a position where I could see around her when Ferro alking in the door with hisheels with her ballgown, so it made her too tall for me to look over her head like I could’ve if it werewith

Instead, I wrapped ed her toward my left side so I could see past her shoulder Yet the photo looks dah Rosalie’s expression isn’t helping anything either Where she’d actually been gasping in surprise at my sudden movement, her face is one of al like a fucking porn star in this dra screenshot

My eyescar was not twenty o “This isn’t what it looks like,” I tell her, hearing the cliché and wanting to roll my eyes at my damn self

“Really? Because what that looks like is you dancing with some woman at the ball, when you swore to ht! What did she say when she sawthe title sound like a dirty word

And said cock twitches behind htiness, her jealousy and possessiveness She’s fucking sexy in her te out to play for the first tioddamn existence

“Did you have to talk her into still giving it up, or was she so another wo her every nuance, every twitch of her brows, every snarl of her perfect lips, every trelances toward the front of the car then, and I follow her look, seeing Maxwellback to the road

“Are you finished?” I ask, ravelly, as if my throat has been scoured with sandpaper God, I want to fuck her Right here in the car Company be damned

She won’t meet my eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, but not like a petulant child It’sto protect herself From me And I can’t stand for that

“Arabella” My tone brooks no rooainst her will Her body responds to my commands, even when her mind tells it not to “Do you truly believe that I would allow any woman to touch me after e shared just two hours before these photos were taken? Do you really think this… person co her with my stare

Her chin wobbles, but she sucks in a breath through her nose to steady her eht there Literally in black and white You did alloos to me”

Again, her possessiveness over me is a force to be reckoned with Never have I felt more desired, wanted—fuck, loved No one has ever laid claim on me this way before No one has ever had the audacity to even try But lorious in her fiery jealousy And it’s then I realize she feels for me exactly what I feel for her

Not giving a single fuck that we are mere inches from Maxwell and that he can see us in the mirror, I reach across the space between Arabella andaround the back of her neck and snatching her to me I asp untildown on hers with a ferocity I know irl loves a little pain with her pleasure