𝒟𝐸𝒮𝒯𝐼𝒩𝒴

22 | Mrs. Salvatore's Little Bitch

Arabella's POV:

I ordered him a cup too.

Mrs. Salvatore's
Little Bitch

Because he is my bitch. It doesn't come for a another day or two, which is perfect because in two days it'll be our 6 month anniversary. I wonder if he forgot.

"Mateo? Can we please switch food?" After he fucked the shit out of me, I made him take me out to lunch because I deserve it. My lower body is still aching so badly. He didn't let me cum for 15 more minutes, until he finally gave up and let me.

  I felt really bad about the bruise so I promised to help cover it. It took my a while, but I managed to create a colour that matched him perfectly and now you can't even tell he has a bruise except for the slight swelling, which should go down soon. 

"Why?" He said putting his food down. I got ravioli, while he got a Italian styled pizza. Basil, cheese and organic tomato sauce.

My food tasted really good, but I'm trying to prove a point. He's my little bitch, he'll do whatever I want him to do.

"I don't really like my food that much." I talked in a whisper so no one could hear me say this about the food.

He rolled his eyes, and pushed his food towards me taking my plate of barely eaten ravioli. I didn't eat much because I wanted it to seem like I really didn't like it.

"I'm joking." I give him his food back, taking my bowl of ravioli back from him.

"No it's fine, you eat the pizza." See, my little bitch.

"I was kidding. I was testing something." He gave me a unamused look before taking a slice out of his pizza and putting it on the plate they gave. He pushed the plate towards me making my heart skip a beat.

He's such a cutie.

He's my cutie.

"I'm was only kidding."

"Eat." He ignored me, eating his own food. So then I took some of my pasta and put it on an extra plate for him, then pushed it in his direction.

I tried to hide my smile, but watching him pour more wine into my barely touched glass made it hard to hide it. 

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"Mateo stop being a baby." In nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, he lays himself flat on top of me crushing my body against his.

"Get off me." I arch my back trying to push him off me, so he just lifts himself off into I lay straight again. Then he drops back down, but watches me as I roll my eyes. He smirks and lifts my sweater pushing his head into my top. I didn't even have a bra on since I was ready to take a nap.

I felt his soft and wet kisses run along the valley of my breasts. My breath hitches just at the sight of his head inside my top.

When I don't give him any reaction he bites my stomach making me yelp and smack the large bulge in my shirt.

"Get out of my sweater you pervert!" I reach into my shirt from where he went in from and grabbed the hair on the nape of his neck. I pull at his hair hard making him grip onto my hand.

"Jesus woman, no need to be rough."

"Oh but you can." I push him away, and he dramatically falls off the bed. I shake my head turning over and sleeping on my belly.