"You know very well, there's no such possibility... Behave, okay? Tell me, are you still disappointed?"
Arabella Vanderbilt's jet-black long hair draped over her shoulders, floating in the water beneath her following the thrusting motions of the man behind her. Arabella clenched her lips tight, resolutely refusing to answer him.
"Hmm?"
Not receiving a response, Joel Russo gently turned her around, his deep and dark eyes carrying a hint of domineering possession.
Arabella half-reclined, her hands pushing against his shoulders for support, her pretty face blushing red, her eyes hazy, lips parting, breathing in fragrant shallow breaths.
The sight of her completely immersed in sensuous desire fueled the fire within Joel Russo even more.
The growing sensation inside her made Arabella's eyes widen helplessly as she lifted her gaze to look at him, only to have Joel Russo forcefully kiss her lips again.
"Joel Russo, that's enough..."
