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dn't k

. Or maybe this was wrong to begin w

bling girl behind me to enter the suite. The edge of my handgun pressed firm

he dark interior of the suite

or slammed shut behind me, her eyes moved to me. My fingers traced the white

ody. Exactly like she'd probably been taught. Her small frame seemed so out of pla

ething in the bathroom." My chin jerked to the direction of the b

ight. Unstable and afraid. Not that she was to blame, it was expected. Nodding, she turned and walked toward

ike a coat. The edges were slightly damp,

d recognise me. But every second spent taking in her features made

n it should've. The bed creaked when my weight collided

er came on, reminding me of the human

t my Stella would be here. Ariella couldn't stay here though, Vegas would swallow her whole and

back to reality when delicate fingers wr

ed, my right hand gripped my handgun from its h

cept for a small towel wrapped around her, and holding my fucking shoe. I

d. "What the fuck are you doing?"The

or you in a bath, but you were asleep, still wearing your shoes. I just thought _" Her pupils glistened with u

nd the gun, dropping it against th

rom the bed to my full height and kicked

n her hand, after a second it l

es refusing to meet my gaze. It m

s completely tense, like the concept of me follow

the inside smelled vaguely of

cream counter. A bathtub sat at the very corner painted go

l, the glass door translucent f

ff and made her way to the ceramic tub, cl

, arms dropping to her sides,

the edge of the tub, extending my arm to check

that it wouldn't hurt her wounds, but

er chest like a child, staring at me.

ht. Her body relaxing even when my hand brushed against he

between her legs. Her back straightened, she avoided m

round her chin, raising it up gently. "Stay like this. I'm going

ughly soaked, I lathered her scalp with shampoo, rubbing it in slow

er afraid of the pleasure. Maybe without drawing atte

r skin would wrinkle and we needed to get some sleep for our flight to

g our home in Chicago might remind her of somethin

stood up in the tub, stepping

raw into each other, frowning slightly as she reached out and picked a clean

ge cart sat near the edge of the table, filled with all

iella said sultry, tracing her finger

. Minus the fact that there was still a slight possibility this was my sister, th

big, but wear whatever you like and come to the table to eat." Her expression

lling off her shoulder multiple times. She ate like a starved animal, shoveling

of the night presented itself. "We need to be up early. I know you

led onto the bed, positioning herself in the centre, on her h

oat. "What are you doing? I

if she was trembling bef

hair. Ariella basically purs, leaning into my hand. "I me

tled on different sides of the bed, since she probably didn't want to touch me anyway. Off

of black hair was buried in the crook of my neck, her breat

r. Even if she wasn't my sister, there was no way in fucking he