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"𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭"

The strong forbidden temptation to grab Roman and drag him into a room was likely to happen, as my wavering eyes glared at the floor beneath me.

Fewer girls swarmed around him like fucking leeches; their ogling went unnoticed by him, but I'm sure the men by their sides noticed just like I did.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't notice the voices speaking to me until I was nudged to the side.

My gaze shifted to the man next to me, my father glanced at me weirdly with questioning eyes.

I straightened up and looked over at the woman in front of us who was talking to my mother.

"What's wrong?" My father asked quietly.

I'm sexually frustrated that's what's wrong.

I cleared my throat once and shook my head, "Nothing's wrong,"

He turned his head towards me and looked at me with a menacing glare that often makes me nearly shit myself.

"Is someone bothering you, Arabella?"

"No, I'm just bored," I said, shaking my head quickly and looking down at my empty glass.

I hoped he'd buy it. When we went to occasions like these, I was always easily agitated, unless it was for a job, in which instance I would stay in character, but if not, all I wanted to do was get the fuck out.

He gave a short nod and looked over me again before returning his attention to the conversation he wasn't listening to.

I frowned as I looked down at my empty champagne glass. I then returned my gaze to Roman, who was still being gawked by a fresh group of women.

My legs began to move freely, heading straight for the bar.

I'm going to need another drink.

I kept my head up high as I walked past Roman and landed smoothly at the bar.

"Excuse me," I said over the counter, the young man smiled as he looked up from the glasses he was washing.

"What can I do for you, gorgeous?"

I handed him my glass and pointed behind him to the champagne bottle.

"Just the standard champagne, please,"

He gave me a nod and began pouring me a drink.

"How's your night going?"

"Okay, I guess," I smiled and shrugged half-heartedly.

"How about you?"

He smiles as he hands me my glass, "As good as it gets for a bartender." I laugh and lift the glass to my lips.

"What's your name?" He folded his arms across his chest and leaned his hip against the side of the counter.

"Arabella," I said after swallowing my intake.

"Beautiful name," He said again, and I returned the smile.

I chose to remain with the bartender, trying to divert my attention away from a certain someone for the time being.

We had a brief talk during, which I probed about his job and other topics. Jaydan, as I learnt his name, was also a naturally funny guy, so we got along fairly smoothly.

"So, who did you come with?" He asked, and I smiled as I looked across the room at my parents. You couldn't see their faces since they were facing away from me.

"My family," I answered casually, returning my gaze to Jaydan.

He gave a weak nod and took a sidelong glance at something behind me, his eyes expanding slightly before averting.

"What's wrong?" I questioned, confused. "Mr Agnello is glaring at me," he said under his breath as he returned my stare.

"Which?" I asked, frowning even more. I looked down at my drink, twirling the champagne in a circular motion, "Lucien or Ro-

"Roman." He cut me off.

I bit my lower lip and turned my head to look behind me, catching Roman's figure, who was indeed wearing a deathly glare on his face. The usual calm and emotionless demeanour had changed into something darker and deadly.

His eyes caught mine before I could turn back around, and my own pulse skipped a beat.

I averted my gaze and redirected it to Jaydan, who was obliviously pouring a glass of champagne for someone else.

"Don't worry about him," I shrugged.

He chuckled as he handed the glass to the lady, "It's easy for you to say,"

"You're not the one who's about to lose your job,"

I gave him a sympathetic smile and slid off the stool I was sitting on.

I smiled and adjusted my dress strap, "Well, it was nice meeting you Jaydan."

"Likewise Arabella,"

I smiled again and looked down before turning around to walk away, only to be stopped when he called my name again.

I swung around, confused.

"Would you like to go out with me, maybe next week if you're free?"

Before I could even respond, an arm wrapped around my waist pulling me into their side. Compelling me to look down at the hand, the familiar tattoos on the hand easily identified who was alongside me.

"She's not free," His voice spoke, frighteningly dark.

"Not next week, not ever."

Jayden looked at him with wide eyes, which was presumably the same expression on my face.

"Sorry, I didn't realise she was taken," He explained, clearing his throat and looking away quickly.

For a split second, he peered at me, and my disbelief was still visible on my face, as I was taken aback by his sudden possession.

I eventually looked up at Roman, who was still staring at Jayden in front of us, his eyes dangerously darkened.

"Thank you for the offer, Jaydan," I said in an attempt to be as polite as possible. He was a nice guy who deserved to be with someone like himself.

Before returning to the bar, he offered me a little smile, and I grabbed Roman's arm, attempting to steer him away from the area.

I turned to look at my parents, however, their figures were still turned away from me. I took this opportunity and led Roman and me out of the room to a less crowded area.

He stayed silent as I pulled us towards an unreserved restroom.

"Ell—

"Shh, don't talk," I whisper to him, cutting him off.

I dragged him into the empty restroom, his cold, amber eyes gazing into mine.

"Arabella," He begins but I cut him off by pushing him against the now locked door.

As he gazes down at me with hunger similar to my own, his bottom lip tucks between his teeth.

"Remember what we agreed on," I say, my thumb tracing his etched jaw.

His intense gaze pierced mine, eliciting amusement as well as a challenging burn were held in them.

"No." He responds nonchalantly.

I roll my eyes and motion him to lean down with my finger.

I lean dangerously close to his lips, "We're keeping this lowkey." I whisper.

His lips curl into a smirk, and his eyes held a devilish glint to them.

I watch as his tongue glides across his bottom lip, only intensifying the aching desire to kiss him.

His dangerously sharp stare peered into mine, "Fine, we keep it lowkey," he says, and then smashes his full lips to mine.

My body submits to his kiss, the throbbing torment that had been caused by his taste and touch now subsiding.

My lips move against his in a repeating pattern, his body pushing off the door and slamming my own body in his recent position.

His hands extend behind my head, locking me in the space between him and the closed door. Our lips moved quickly, his wet tongue stroking across my bottom lip, but I resisted it.

Hence, one of his hands slid away from the door and towards my thigh. Lifting one of my legs, revealing my entire thigh, his hand slipped right underneath the fabric and grabbed one of my ass cheeks, roughly.

With a gasp, I opened my mouth, and his tongue plunged right into it. They battled for control as our tongues clashed, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth.

My lower body pushed against the expanding erection from behind his pants, causing a deep, seductive groan to escape his lips and into my mouth.

My hands slid away from his neck and flew down to the immense dent. They reached up to his belt and ran over the hardened area with ease.

I felt myself dripping more as he breathed heavily into my mouth.

My hands reached for his belt to unbuckle it, the loop unfolding and releasing to the sides. I drew away from him with my hands on the hem of his slacks.

I looked up at his eyes, asking for silent confirmation. He licked his lips and gave a sensual glance into my eyes before nodding.

Smiling, I bit my lower lip, and slid down his pants, my body moving in sync with the movement.

I squatted and let his pants fall to his ankles. My eyes widened somewhat as I noticed how large he appeared to be under the black boxers.

When I got to the hem, I let my fingertips trace against his skin as I tugged the fabric down. The stiffened shaft leapt to life, and my suspicions were confirmed: the fucking cock was massive.

I stared up at Roman, licking my lips. Under the soft gold light above him, I noticed his hooded eyes, his normally red lips slightly swollen and glossing. His lust-filled eyes and his tousled curls draping down his forehead.

I put both of my hands around his thick cock, barely fitting around it, and began to stroke it.

My mouth moved towards the tip, my stare still fixed on his hooded eyes, and my lips curled around the tip as my tongue pushed to the top.

"Fuck," He groaned deeply, dropping his head against the wall and closing his eyes.

As I observed the pleasure I was bringing him, my lips curled into a smile. My hands continued to pump slowly, my mouth teasing along with my tongue.

The sweet, bitter taste embroiling my own tastes, and I found myself becoming addicted to it. Shoving him in deeper, my mouth couldn't take him all, not without his help at least.

My mouth moved slowly in and out of his cock as my tongue swirled over the tan flesh. I noticed his jaw clenching, his head jerked back, and his eyes lowering to me.

I wanted a stronger reaction, so I drew him in even closer, my hands pounding at a moderate tempo and my mouth gliding in and out at a regular pace.

My tongue flicked around the tip before returning to the flesh in the centre.

"Oh fuck, Arabella," His hands, which were tightened on the objects beside him, rammed straight into my hair.

His veins bludging from his arms as his hands gripped my hair and grasping it strongly.

"Fanculo, sei fantastico," He swore huskily, his hands in my hair now guiding me with my movements.

Translation: "Fuck, you're amazing,"

My teasing increased. My mouth has become considerably wider, and I'm taking him in much more eagerly.

With the sight of his, my hands worked faster, my lips moved sloppier, and own my pleasure grew.

I knew he was near to finishing when his cock jerked in my mouth. As he bucked his hips in time with my movements, his head lowered and his hands tightened around my hair.

My gag reflex erupted as he thrust his cock into my mouth, but I was able to halt it by squeezing my toes together.

He filled my whole mouth, his tip striking just the back of my throat.

"Hmm, just like that Ella,"

His seductive rasped words hit the spot, my strokes were now weaker as he twitched inside my mouth.

A hoarse grunt escaped his lips as he released with one last light swipe along the tip.

Taking everything in, swallowing and licking him dry, I pull him out of my mouth with a pop.

His weary body rested contentedly against the wall, his eyes closed and his head pointed to the ceiling.

Licking my lips clean, I lifted his boxers back up, adjusting him, and then doing the same with his pants, bringing my body up with them.

I buckled his belt and fixed him up nicely before stepping back and smiling at him with a mischievous gleam.

When his eyes opened, I didn't expect him to be staring at me with anything other than blankness, but his typically hard gaze was infused with something far different.

I tilted my head and placed my palm on his chest, patting him twice and looking at him.

"Think of it as a congratulations gift,"

He smirked at me, bringing his hand up to my chin and securely grasping it.

With our lips inches from each other, he curses under his breath as he takes me in with his eyes.

"Fuck," He shook his head, "You're the devil, Arabella." He lightly kissed me on the lips before drawing away and placing his arms around my lower body.

I giggled and leant against his chest, embracing his hug.

"Il mio diavolo,"

Translation: "My Devil,"

My heart started pounding as I listened to his muttered words. Whether he knew I could understand or not, it made my stomach flutter with butterflies. The simple word 'my' somehow had that impact on me.

His lips brushed across my cheek, kissing it and remaining there for a brief moment before steering away.

I bit my lower lip and smiled at him, taking in his flustered appearance. He looked like he'd just gotten a quickie with his hair ruffled up, his red lips gleaming, and the slight hood of his eyes.

I leant up close and evened his hair, ruffling some released curls to make it look more like his typical style. I wiped the lipstick off the bottom of his lip with my thumb, and the gloss slid right off.

After re-examining his features I smiled satisfied when he appeared less flushed.

I realised at that point that his eyes were following my every move, that they were peering into my eyes, and that the small tip of his lips made me smile within.

Leaning up, I pressed my lips against his cheek and placed my hand on his bicep.

"Ready, Roman?"

He slipped his arm around my waist and opened the door with his other hand, his lips forming a light smirk.

"Ready, Ella."