Wanted more than her lips

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Isabella came to the breakfast table when the butler called her and told her of his master's presence. She was not in good spirits, burning with jealousy. Her mood was off and sour.

She had tried to ignore the thing, but couldn't. Now she was introduced to a feeling as called jealousy, which was raging in her heart.

She walked down the stairs while looking at the figure eating his breakfast in casual wear. His hair was combed back and his short stubble beard was a kiss to his masculinity. Bella had never seen him with a beard before, didn't know whether it was a style or he forgot to shave. However, she couldn't take her eyes off him from the stairs to the table. Her eyes lingered on his face.

"Sit down," Alexander said to her when he found Bella standing holding the top rail of the chair. She gulped when the purple eyes looked at her, seizing her soul away with his awe-inspiring look.

Isabella took the chair back a bit and sat down with her eyes on the man who was busy on his phone. The butler came with the food. He was still in a hurry as if there were a lot of things he need to finish with perfectness. On the contrary, she hadn't seen that old lady she had met on her first day in this mansion who scared the hell out of her.

"Umm! Is there no one else to work with you?" Isabella raised a question instead of asking the butler directly. The Butler got confused, and with a perplexed look, he glanced at Bella.

"You don't know? That's fine," Bella said in an inept way with a clumsy smile. The Butler smiled too and looked at his master. So far, Bella understood he wanted Alexander to clear the air, but the man was busy on his phone, and the other hand on the glass of juice.

"Thank you for the dishes, they look delicious," Isabella's words drew his attention back to her. He nodded as he got her point. Deep down he was happy to hear his made dishes looked delicious. He gave her a polite bow and left.

There was no talk between her and Alexander. He was still on the phone and she was waiting for his voice to exchange words.

"She went to her village," Alexander answered, sipping on his juice. She didn't touch her breakfast yet. All she wanted was to talk, and it started.

"Umm! mm... There are a lot of women's clothes and shoes in the cupboard in my room. I was wondering if someone takes it out. So, I could put my clothes in it, if possible," Isabella said in a low voice, battling her jealousy. She clenched her knuckles, thinking someone else had stayed in her room and used every stuff. Her blood boiled.

"Those are for you," Alexander said, startling her as she didn't expect him to buy clothes for her. But why? Questioned Bella to herself.

"May I know why?" Asked Bella because she did not want to look greedy nor did she have any interest in wearing those branded clothes. Earlier that day, she cleared him not to provide gifts.

"Because I wanted. You are living with me and my girlfriend. There are a lot of things I want to do. It is just a little thing," said Alexander, leaning back in the chair, gazing at her with heat. Bella went stiff. His words sounded different as if he yearned for her. Now she was with him. He didn't want to hold himself back.

"Come here," Alexander said.

"Ah_huh!" Whispered left her mouth in confusion. Her mind was gathering its senses to be stable and working normally.

"Come to me," Alexander again said. His eyes dilated, and his speech was husky, coated with sensuality.

Isabella stood up, obeying his voice. She walked toward him, maintaining her gaze with cold hands and feet. When he addressed her as his girlfriend, something started rolling inside her stomach, difficult to express.

She walked around the table and came to him. Alexander looked up and slapped his thigh.

"What?" asked Isabella when she didn't understand his gesture. What was he doing? Isabella asked herself.

"Sit!" Alexander spoke out.

His normal word crushed like thunder in her head, reddening her face. What had she just heard? For God's sake, he wanted her to sit on his lap in the broad light with the butler working in the house.

Alexander wondered if Isabella knew how she looked right now. The way she widened her hazel eyes tempted him more, with an impulse to devour her right at this moment.

Looking at her frozen figure, Alexander grabbed her hand and yanked her. She fell on his lap.

"What are you doing?" Bella's fearful voice asked him.

"Touching you," Whispered Alexander, drawing his neat to her ear.

"One month, don't you want to see hell?" the voice stiffened her spine, her toes curling as she gulped her saliva. Throat perched out of the blue. She needed water or she couldn't talk.

"Water," Alexander smiled and said.

Isabella nodded, not knowing danger was hurling toward her. She followed his hand that poured water into a glass. She knew it was for her. However, the glass wasn't given to her.

Instead, she saw him drinking one sip. She was baffled by the situation, prying open her mouth as she was about to ask. Suddenly, amid her confusing mind, Isabella felt Alexander's warm lip on her. Her eyes went wide in shock. They were in the dining room.

Anyone came and saw them doing this that was out of her thinking. It would be scandalous. How could she walk freely if the butler saw them doing this? Isabella's hands were trying to push him away with all her strength, which became weaker. She felt the water push into her mouth, down her perched throat.

She understood his sly smile, and this despicable act was shameful. Alexander was like a rock who was difficult to move, and she felt him suck her lips. His hand was holding the water glass while the other one held on to his waist to prevent her from moving.

Isabella moved her head to the side and huffed her words. "W-What are Y-you doing?" But Alexander was not in the mood to answer.

Isabella watched him again taking a big mouth full of water and she knew what was going to happen next, her heart beating in her chest. She tried to get away, but his lips caught hold of her lips instantly.

Water passed again, down her throat. But his lips didn't stop his ravaging. Alexander didn't think it would be this fun. He did intend to anger her, instead; it seemed that he was torturing himself because he wanted more than her lips.