The figure-hugging evening gown delineated her exquisite curves, undoubtedly the most enticing silhouette in the world.
"I really will have you."
Joel Russo emphasized again, his arms encircling her waist to pull her into his embrace, and then he bent down to scoop her up horizontally and headed toward the room...
Arabella Vanderbilt clung tightly to his neck, looking at him with a somewhat nervous expression.
It was a gesture of tacit consent.
Unable to resist, Joel bent down to deeply kiss her, quickening his pace to the room and laid the tender woman in his arms onto the soft bed.
Then, he leaned over her, his dark eyes ablaze with twin flames as he gazed at her.
"I want you."
Arabella's starry eyes trembled, her gaze wandering over the man's face.
"Isn't it too much of a buzzkill to say no at this moment?" Her voice carried a hint of enticing softness that itched at the heart.
"Refusal is futile."
The man's domination was unabashedly displayed in that one sentence.
