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"𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞"

"When?"

Lacing my hand through my hair, I look towards the black sky.

A loud thud sounded from inside the restroom next to me, cutting off my father's voice.

Turning around, I listened again and heard yet another noise, this time the sound of coughing.

I hung up and tossed the phone into my pocket while starting to turn the doorknob, only to find it locked.

"Arabella?" I called, and all I got was coughing in response.

"Fuck," I grumbled as I turned the knob and pushed open the door, lifting my leg to the threshold.

The door burst open after two attempts, and my vision was obscured by fog. I searched for Arabella while skimming through the fog and immediately thought my eyes were fucking with me once I found her.

I rushed over, crouched down, and picked up the unconscious girl off the ground.

When I returned outside, I placed her on the pavement and placed my fingers around her neck. When there was no pulse, I physically felt my heart stop.

"Cazzo," I mumbled as I straddled her and began to pump with both hands on her chest.

While my heart pounded wildly, I pumped her chest and blew air into her mouth, continuing the process.

"Come on Ella," I grunted, pulsating my mouth to hers once more. I pumped harder, and she miraculously breathed.

She gasped for oxygen as she sat up, immediately I got off her and moved over to her side, helping her sit up.

She coughed forcefully and I rubbed her back gently to help her breathe.

Her eyes welled up with tears as she regained control of her breathing, her body leaning on my side as she recovers.

I hugged her closer to me and put my lips to her temple. Her breathing evened out, and she frightenedly turned her head towards me.

"Roman, I—" Her eyes watered as she shook her head and furrowed her brows together.

"You're safe now, Ella," I whispered into her ear to calm her down. She was in shock and I didn't blame her.

She buried her head in my chest while clutching my shirt tightly.

"Someone tried to gas—," Her hands trembled beneath me as she came to a halt and took a long breath.

"Can we leave please," She pleaded, and I nodded.

I stood from the ground, wrapping her body around me and dialling Theo's number with the other.

"Roman, don't tell my brother," She pleaded, her glossy eyes boring into my own and I looked away, nodding once.

"Arabella's not feeling well, I'm taking her back to mine. Let her brother know." I said while making it out of the park.

"She's fine." I replied flatly and he got the message, saying a swift goodbye and hanging up.

Unlocking the car, I opened the door up and slowly unwrapped her from me, placing her body inside.

Buckling her in, I shut the door and run a hand through my hair.

Rippling rage ran through me like wildfire.

When I find out who was trying to assassinate Arabella, they best be hiding cause God knows what I'll do to them.

I slid into the car, slammed the door shut, and pushed on the ignition. I leant back in my seat and backed out of the parking spot.

"Roman," Her velvety voice called in a whisper.

As I sped out of the parking lot, I turned my head to her. Her grey eyes drew me in, blinking enthrallingly as she stared at me.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her voice trembling with concern but also a modicum of trepidation.

I gave a quick nod and returned my attention to the road. I reasoned that if I spoke, my tone would be much harsher than it needed to be.

It was the sudden impulse inside of me to kill something, someone. Even just looking at Arabella made me impactly mad.

Thankfully, she didn't ask any more questions and simply turned away.

Sighing, I leant my arm against the window once stopping at the peak of traffic. Reaching that hand to my jaw, I massaged it and brought my gaze to her.

She stared out the window, her full lips were in a natural pout, showing me she was upset.

While one of her legs was lifted up to her chin, her fingers circled her thigh absentmindedly.

Clenching my jaw, I took my hand placing it on her inner thigh and squeezing it to grab her attention.

She swiftly lifted her head towards me, her normally vibrant eyes were glossy and held a profound sort of concern.

I raised my hand to her chin and drew it towards me.

She gazed at me with saddened eyes, causing something in my heart to ache—it was an unfamiliar sensation, one I hadn't experienced before.

"I'm scared, Roman."

Furiously, my jaw tightened and I felt myself become dangerously provoked. Calmly, I inhaled through my nose and brought her against my chest.

She cuddled up toward me, her warm body regulating my pulse. And her hands hugged around my neck, tightly.

Her body softened beneath me, which consciously calmed me. Cars began to move as I returned my gaze to the front.

Releasing her body, I caught a glimpse of her frowning but it quickly turned into surprise as I swiftly unbuckled the belt and hitched her up, placing her body between my legs.

She fit perfectly between the gap and I hooked my arms around her waist, securing her.

She cuddled herself into my body by dangling her feet over the side of the chair and looping her arms around my own waist.

Speeding away, I continued to drive while reflexively brushing circles along the side of her skin.

After a little while of silence and driving, I felt her breathing become steadier and at a regular, peaceful pace.

Automatically telling me she was asleep. And when I looked down, she was completely unconscious.

Flying between cars, I came to a halt at a red light, adjusted my seat, and then returned my gaze to her.

A slight smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I examined her eyes, which were elegantly closed and her long lashes brushed against the skin beneath them.

Her face was pressed into my chest on one side, and her arms were tightly wrapped around me on the other, as if she didn't want to let me go.

My heart lurched at the sight, and I turned away from her, exhaling loudly through my nose, and racing down the street.

When I got to the house, I turned off the engine and pushed open the door with my foot. I lifted her limp body out of the car in my arms, carrying her bridal.

Kicking the door closed, I didn't bother to lock it as my only thought at the moment was to get her inside.

The guards pushed open the door, their gaze fixed on the ground as they know not to look at me.

Strict orders.

I made it to my bedroom and laid her body down. As I removed her shoes, she shifted and her eyes fluttered open.

She looked around tiredly, trying to figure out where she was before noticing me and gazing down.

I turned away from her and went to my closet, sifting through my clothing in search of a shirt.

Taking a black t-shirt, I went back into the room to see her buried deep in my pillow.

I step over to the bed and place my palm on her cheek, shaking my head at her. She blinks one eye open before closing it again.

"Ella," I said emphatically. She smiled slowly as she continued to keep her eyes closed.

I cupped her inner thigh with my hand and squeezed it. She yelped and jerked her eyes open, slightly lifting her head.

I smirked and motioned with my two fingers for her to sit up.

She shifted up on the bed, grumbling, and grabbed the side of my arms with her hands, hitching herself to stand on the bed.

She was slightly closer to my height, yet still completely short. Her head was only a few inches from my shoulders.

Her sleepy eyes drilled down at me, and all I could do was chuckle and give a small smile.

I looked up at her for confirmation, bringing my hands to the edges of her dress, and she smiled weakly and nodded.

As I pulled the dress off her, I focused exclusively on her face as I tugged the shirt over her head and she tucked her arms into the sleeves.

She put her arms around my neck and pecked my jaw, giggling. The sensation was incredibly fucking addictive, and I couldn't get enough of it.

"I'm tired," She said quietly as she drew me closer to her.

I put my hands on her supple thighs, gripped them, and drew her around me.

"Don't sleep yet," I said quietly as I led us out of the room and down the staircase.

"Fine," She sighed, resting her chin on my shoulder.

"Can we watch a movie?" She then asked me as we made it into the kitchen. I nodded in response and she gave me a soft smile.

I placed her on the counter, her hands released from my hold while I moved away from her and towards the refrigerator.

I grab Tylenol and a bottle of water, shut it with my foot, and return to her.

She looked at me curiously with big doe eyes. I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth as I screwed the bottle cap open and handed her the pills.

Her hands took the two pills, popped them into her mouth, and then drowned them with the water.

Curiously, I watched her. She noticed this and her flesh deepened to a light red colour.

I smirked knowingly as she shifted on the counter, her hand dropping the water bottle to the side.

My body instinctively drew nearer to her. I hovered over her flustered body, both hands resting on either side of the counter.

Her pretty eyes widened in wonder as she stared at me. She licked her lips instinctively as she glanced at my own.

She bit her lip and smiled, doing so. "Can you kiss me again?" she whispered softly.

Moving further towards her, I lean my lips inches from her own—continuing to glance between her lips and eyes.

Her smile hadn't faltered, but she was fully immersed in looking at my lips. Her chest heaved high, indicating that she was inhaling deeply and nervously.

Her scent enveloped me. Her sweet vanilla scent drew me in with its seductive allure.

My lips quipped up into a small smirk, they lightly brushed against hers and her lips parted.

"You're so tempting, Roman," She proclaimed.

Her voice was sweet and silky, with a seductive aspect to it. Tinged with a sensual undertone, turning me the fuck on.

My smirk faded as I placed my lips to hers. When she let out a moan, I became physically hard.

Her perky breasts rubbed up against my body, and her arms looped around my neck, raking her hands through my hair.

Her lips, like mine, moved at a somewhat fast tempo. Her warm tongue slid across my lower lip, beckoning me to enter in.

Teasingly, I didn't open it. My hand slipped beneath her top, moving up her thigh and across her skin.

"Roman," She breathed through my lips. The sound had caught me off guard, intentionally she dipped her tongue into my mouth.

They collided, enabling her to win, and she explored my mouth as I did hers.

Her thighs curled around my torso, joining her heat with my lower body.

My cock twitched with joy as her hands tugged on my hair, breaking her lips from mine. They ran wet, delicate kisses alongside my jaw, etching down to my throat.

The heat of her lips jolted through my body like lightning, and I bit down on my lower lip. The feeling of her hands on me and her lips had me entirely consumed.

She sucked in one area for a short time while running her hands through my hair.

My own hands felt her up the shirt, deepening into her skin as a sign of the pleasure I was receiving.

She brought her lips back to my mouth, kissing me passionately. Her fragile body pressed tenderly against mine, causing tension between us.

"Mm," She hummed, rubbing herself further against me. Hearing the sensuous sound, I ran my palms up her body and landed on her breasts.

As I lightly cupped them, she moaned excitedly.

As she gathered her breath, I took my lips away from hers. I slowly pushed them towards her jaw, then trailed them down the length of her slender neck.

One hand cradled her breast and slowly rubbed the erect nipple, while the other tightly gripped the curve of her hip, rocking her lower body with mine.

"Just like that," She sighed deeply and rested her head on my chest for support. My cock rubbed against her through her underwear and my sweats.

She clung to my shoulders for support, cocking her head back and closing her eyes with satisfaction.

My stiff cock continued to pulsate against her, sensing her spread wet through the lace in an arousing way. When she struck a certain point, I groaned in unison, and she drew herself closer to me.

As she steadily built up her release, she massaged quicker, her heat was soaking by the end.

My movements defied further, solely rubbing her and grunting as I felt how wet she was.

"Continua, Tesoro." My voice came out deeper than expected—a result of my satisfaction.

Translation: "Keep going, baby."

She moaned louder at the sound of my pleasure, and my thumb rubbed faster along her nipple, squeezing her breast while doing so.

Her thighs trembled, then she came.

Her body pressed firmly against my dick, and I then also released myself. My head dropped to her shoulder as I followed her, holding up her shuddering body.

The sound of our laboured breathing mingled in the air. I leant my head away, still contorted in a state of bliss after we both regained control.

When she looked at me, her eyes were hooded, and she had a slight devious expression on her face.

"I can sleep now," She said, biting her lower lip and gazing at my erection.

I narrowed my eyes as I watched her hop down from the counter and pat my chest with her hand.

"You might want to change."

She smiled and turned on her heel.

"I'm going to search for a movie," She deemed and skipped into the living room, her hair bouncing up and down with her movements.

Smirking, I shook my head at my little Diavolo.