You want me to punish you

Grabbing what she came for, she walked back to Sandro's room.

"Where did you go?"

Arabella lurched. She placed a hand on her beating chest and glared at Sandro as he stood casually at the corner of the room.

She didn't know why he always did that. Not only him but Blaze as well.

She wondered if they liked staying in the shadow on purpose to frighten unsuspecting people or if it was part of them.

"I said where did you go?!" Sandro asked forcefully.

Arabella furrowed her brows. She tilted the nightie with her in the air. "I went for this. I can't sleep in this."

She gripped the shirt she donned and turned her back to him.

Her nose wrinkled as she stayed backing him. She felt his eyes bore holes into her back and wondered why he wasn't looking away. But she wasn't expecting anything less from him because he had made her affair not private to him.

"Can you at least turn so I can change? You make me so uncomfortable." She said in a low voice but she believe he heard her.

Stilling as she felt him approaching her, she gripped the nightie to her nose, inhaling the sweet scent before staring at the wall.

"Bella, my sweet, Arabella."

Arabella winced as he gripped her hair. His hand wrapped around her waist and he pulled her into him.

"Do you enjoy making me mad at you? Why did you leave when I asked you not to?" He whispered into her ear.

Arabella shivered. Her nostrils flared and she greedily inhaled his woodsy scent before berating herself.

Sandro's hand slipped inside her shirt and cupped her breasts before tweaking her nipple.

He bit on her earlobe and he let his hand trail down to the band of the loose trouser she donned.

"Please, Sandro."

"You want me to punish you?" He chuckled.

Arabella quivered. It wasn't because of the coolness in the atmosphere. It was because of Sandro. He was laughing but it didn't seem as though the laughter was genuine.

It sounded rough.

Her fear was confirmed as he swirled her to look at him.

His sea-green eyes blazed and it was a weird golden colour she had often seen it in when he was mad at her. She was intrigued by them.

She often wondered how his eyes were able to change quickly and she hadn't come up with a good enough answer in her head.

"Your eyes..." Her hand stretched out to touch his cheeks.

Sandro slapped her hand away and he gripped it. "Yes, I am fúcking pissed at you for not being able to obey any of my words. I don't fúcking care if I kill you this instant."

He shoved her into the bed and Arabella fell with a thud. She stood abruptly and gasped. "I only went for a freaking nightie. I do not want to freeze."

"You don't need one because I prefer you naked writhing underneath me. And I have enough body heat to share with you."

Arabella flushed. She was an object. She knew that already but the way he kept on reminding her about what she was to him infuriated her.

"Now, your defiance is going to fucking kill you." Sandro snapped.

Arabella bit her lip as he fell on the bed beside her.

"I'm sorry. " She mumbled. Then yelled. "I'm sorry I didn't know picking a nightie will make you want to kill me quickly. If I knew sooner, I'd have done so to save myself from some of the pains I felt."

Sandro halted. He narrowed his eyes at her before shaking his head. "I know what you are trying to do."

Arabella shrugged. She turned her back and slipped out of his shirt, donning it.

"I've seen all," Sandro said. Despite that, he felt as if he was learning her body over again. He couldn't get enough of her. She was tight and fúcking sweet.

Considering he was her first, he'd say she was the best he ever had. Not even Thalia came close to her.

"I do not care what you think. Just kill me already." She said.

"I'd need you here a lot longer, in between my fúcking thighs. Move all the thoughts of death away because I am not killing you now."

Sandro discarded the bullet in the gun with him and tossed them outside. Then he lay on the bed shutting his eyes.

"Even in my sleep, I know what you do. Trying to run away is dangerous."

Arabella sighed. She shoved the thought of escape away from her mind. She didn't know how he knew she was moving. Perhaps, her steps were too loud.

But then, she had no choice. She couldn't escape herself even if she was able to.

She was scared of what Sandro would do to her and waiting on Blaze might take forever until he got a plan in order. But he believed it was better to walk with only a leg.

Creating a boundary between Sandro and her, she lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. Her lip curved up in a grin as she thought of the kiss with Blaze.

He had termed it awkward. But she knew better. Or perhaps, that was what her brain was interpreting it as because she doubted he felt nothing.

Nonetheless, he had mentioned he intended to make it perfect. That was enough for her to know she wasn't the only one into the kiss.

Her hand went to her lip and she imagined Blaze kissing her.

It was soft and sensual. Maybe if it had gone on further, she might let him fúck her.

But that would make her feel like a whóre. She already felt like one. Sandro was fúcking and she enjoyed it. Now she wanted Blaze to do the same.

Jesus, Arabella, such a dirty thought from a goody-two-shoes like you. She mused and giggled.

But that didn't stop her from having further naughty thoughts about him whilst she slept.