62. The Coldness!

Arabella's POV

His kisses deepened like a starving man, his teeth wasn't pulling my skin but soul as he challenged.

His hands caged me like I would vanish in his arms.

Whatever he is doing is not feeling like hate as it should.

He stopped and broke the kiss, his intoxicated red eyes stared at me with mixed emotions. Anger, helplessness and pain.

"You don't deserve more than this... Traitor!"

He stepped back in disgust and walked away.

My cold heart refused to flinch at his harsh words because his expressions and words didn't match. I started walking towards my room, still feeling his sensations on my lips.

The feeling which was more than what I expected it to be.

I entered my room, leaving the door open because for some reason close bedroom suffocates me. Usually the empty room haunts me but strangely tonight I am feeling Arthur's presence lingering behind me, his chocolatey scent is still teasing me.

I turned around and realised that it wasn't some illusion but he was actually standing at my door. Staring at me like he is struggling to control his desires. I stood there, silently waiting for him to make his next move.

"Fuck it!"

He cursed and tossed his gun on the couch after pulling it out from his waistband.

He held me in his clutches like a wolf, his lips slammed on mine and his weight made me slam against the door. His lips touched me everywhere, sucking on my neck and jaw. He was rough and dominating.

His fingers flicked open buttons of my shirt and my breathing became heavy even when I was trying to hide it. He must have heard my heavy breathing and that's why his eyes met mine.

It was a pause of a few seconds but it felt like eternity.

His intense eyes travelled from my face towards my breast which was perked in my bra.

My eyes met his again and I struggled to understand if I should stop him or let him do whatever he wants with me, it's not like I didn't crave this touch.

His hand travelled under my half unbuttoned shirt and I stepped back when he groped my breast, just to see how he reacts if I step away.

He warned me with eyes and pulled me back by my collar which was dangling on my shoulder. Somehow he managed to steal moan from me when he sucked on my neck.

My half buttoned shirt was dangling on my arms, leaving my cleavage open for him to eat. The heat was on its peak and I have never felt something like this.

We were in the middle of intimacy when I saw Oliver at the door, standing like a mountain and watching us like hound.

Arthur followed the direction of my eyes as he stopped getting moans from me. Arthur looked at Oliver with the same look as he was watching him.

It felt like they are talking in their twin language.

Oliver looked at me with one last glance which was blank, like he doesn't care and closed the door while walking away.

"Oliver!"

I mumbled and stepped towards the door but Arthur pulled me back and grabbed my jaw.

"Oliver to him and Chief to me?"

He questioned sadly.

"Why, Dove?..."

I looked at the door which Oliver closed and he jerked my face towards him.

"Eyes on me!"

He ordered.

"Arthur!"

I looked deep into his eyes. Is he really awaking the emotions in me?

He closed his eyes when I called him by name and single tear dropped on my hand.

His lips again captured mine but this time he was gentle, his lips moved smoothly against mine.

I grabbed on his shoulders when he lifted me up and placed me on the bed.

He got on the bed and pulled me on his lap, his hardness poked my heat.

Our lips met again as he lifted my chin and dominated me again.

His hands played with my tender breast taking me to heights of pleasure. My body filled with sparks when his wet lips tailed on my shoulder and breathing increased as his fingers smoothly unhooked my bra, sliding it down my body and leaving me half naked.

His lips again caressed the side of my face and then he pushed me down, grabbing my blossoms again and drawing moans from me.

I was like a fish without water. He was mocking me with his actions that, look I can make you feel something and you are not as brave as you show. There was proudness in his eyes.

Even I got surprised when his lips wrapped around my nipple and loud moan escaped my lips. It jerked my body with pleasure.

Arthur stopped when it got hard for him to control anymore, his eyes were red, breathing was heavy and his lose hair on forehead was just messy like his intentions for me.

He very smoothly unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall near the bed.

I don't know for how long I closed my eyes but when I opened it again, we both were naked. My trousers were getting thrown by him.

He tore the packet with his teeth and slid on his length, I was just looking at him like a lost puppy.

Should I tell him that this is my first time? Does he know?

He grabbed my attention again when he parted my legs and hovered over me, again distracting me with lips. My whole body was feeling his lips everywhere but it felt euphoric when he kissed down there.

He didn't give much attention to it with his lips, maybe he wanted me to crave for it and I was.

It felt like eternity when he finally decided to place himself on my entrance and it was harder than I thought.

He started stretching me and I closed my eyes, grabbed on his shoulder tightly.

I am used to all kind of pain', how this can be different. But fuck, he is big and hard as rock.

"Dove!"

He whispered in my ears. Gently and softly!

"Stop me if it hurts."

All pain disappeared with his words. He cares, at least he cares! No matter how harsh he treats me, deep down he cares.

And next minute he entered inside me in one thrust, making me gasp and dug my nails in his arms. He pampered my neck and chest with kisses until the burning was calmed down and my walls clenched around him.

He started slowly thrusting and the pain turned sweet, it started feeling pleasurable making my legs feel numb and toes curl. I was mess of these foreign feelings.

My body jerked with his thrusts but still somehow he felt gentle. His hands were caressing my body and eyes were admiring me.

I don't want to admit it but I felt loved.

Something weird but good started building in my lower belly, a ball of pleasure maybe which soon bursted, making me roll my head and curl my toes.

I was thrown down from the edge of pleasure and it felt like I have ran a marathon.

Arthur cursed as he stiffened inside me and finally groaned like he found his own pleasure. He buried his face in my neck until we both came down from our high.

He separated himself from me and laid beside me, staring at the ceiling blankly. His eyes were lost, holding thousands of questions and complaints.

I removed messy hair from my face and closed my eyes.

Whatever happened was not out of love or care, it was revenge and pain.

I am not against it, letting them hating me is far better than letting them love me. Otherwise it would risk everyone's life.

I don't want anything to change next morning, I don't want to become old Arabella again who would wait for their one smile and soft words.

Arthur, please don't get soft with me now because it will become hard for me to resist my own feelings. Please don't!

I decided to use washroom until he was lost in his own thoughts. He didn't stop me as walked away with bedsheets around me.

I didn't bleed which was obvious after doing intense training for years. When I came back, Arthur wasn't there. Bed was empty and he was gone.

I stood there looking at empty bed. This is what I wanted, right?

I didn't want him to turn warm towards me then why there is a bugging in my chest when he is showing his coldness.

This is what I fear. He would awaken my feelings instead of killing them and I don't see any way of stopping this.