Chapter 490 - Four Hundred And Ninety: Ill Forgive Him (1/2)

Isabella's point of view:

Julie stood as rigid as a tree, he had never expected that move from Anabelle - none of us did anyway.

She smashed his lips against hers, moving against Julie who was frozen. But then, the alcohol must be working since Anabelle didn't give up, rather she clutched a fistful of his hair causing him pain and as well, jerking him from his reverie.

He pulled up for air, the both of them staring into each other's eyes. Then his gaze flickered down to her lips, his finger gliding along her cheeks as Julie traced her lips in a sensual caress.

His gaze was dark and lust-filled while the air around them thickened and was filled with immeasurable sexual energy. Then without a second thought, Julie leaned down and claimed her lips.

Anabelle moaned into his mouth, her hand digging into his hair while the other pulled him flush against her as she began to gyrate her hips against his erection through his pants.

He groaned, his hand on her waist tightening as if he wanted to mold her to him, till they became one. It took only a second for their kiss to expand from gentle and sweet to salvage and devouring.

Julie nudged her apart, his tongue thrusting into her mouth and her body quivered with pleasure. Anabelle grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled hard on it as she dry humped him while his tongue did a good job of bringing her so much pleasure that sparks filled her vision.

Maybe it was the alcohol working or a combination of the sexual energy, but Anabelle didn't feel any inhibition anymore. She even began to wonder why she was hesitant in the first place because this felt goddamn good.

She kissed the top of Julie's lips, then traced the bottom and grazed it with her teeth before adding a little tongue, playing and chasing his tongue for a couple of seconds, and then nibbed his lower lips, sucking on it.

Julie groaned, shifting the angle of his kiss as he trailed his mouth over her throat, nipping and licking while her head rolled back, her fingers digging into his shoulder. It felt so good, pleasure was coiling at the bottom of her stomach.

”Alright, people, cut it out,” I announced to the couples who were lost in the feelings. With how high they were right now, I wouldn't doubt if they had sex right in front of us.

However, Anabelle let out a stubborn moan, unwilling to let go of him, instead, she ground her hips against the poor Julie whose jaw was clenched and from the look of things, might come if she went on with her teasing.

”Annabelle...” I said with a warning tone. My cousin was acting like a newborn vampire who just discovered how thrilling drinking blood could be. The euphoria and satisfaction blinding her as she drowned in the blood, sucking greedily.

”Annabelle...”

She broke away this time, reluctantly. Like a drug addict, her body still craved for a taste, I could see it, but I won't let her have her way. This was her punishment for the earlier delay and as well, accumulate sexual tension between them. So when it finally explodes, all hell would break loose.

Wow, I do feel evil.

”So, who's next?” Julie sniffed, a trace of pain crossing his expression as he pressed his thigh together.

My gaze followed that move and I couldn't help but smirk, I bet my dear cousin gave him a hard boner.

”Stop that,” Julie frowned at my snickering. He perfectly understood why I was that way.

”Why?” I teased him, ”The scene was goddamn hot,”

”Oh God, ”Julie groaned, sitting uncomfortably as the visuals messed with his head.

”Isabella,” Pedro warned me.

”What?” I laughed. It wasn't my fault that men get hard upon any dirty images that crossed their minds. I was just having fun. A harmless fun.

However, Pedro knowing I never listen, had another plan up his sleeve, ”One more snicker, and you can forget about riding me,”

”What?!” How could he be so mean?

”You heard me right,”