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Was I falling for him?

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The secondwe pulled up to the arcade I could feel the excitement radiating from her. Her whole body trembled as she bounced up and down in the seat, her delicate fingers clinging to my jacket.

“Wait… We’re going here?!” she squealed, sliding off the bike the moment I stopped. Underneath the brightly lit doorway, she ripped the helmet off and shook her long locks out.

“What do you think?” I asked, making my way over to her.

“Are you kidding? I’ve always wanted to come here. This place is amazing!” The smile she wore was a far cry from the sadness that tainted her face earlier in the evening. Frankly, I’d rather die than see her cut up like that ever again.

Raising my eyebrows on a satisfied smirk, I took Bella’s hand and led her inside. It was hard to ignore how perfectly her hand seemed to fit in mine. I’d never understood the obsession with couples holding hands, but it was becoming clear.

Inside, the place was crowded, making it easy to blend in. Even if someone was watching, they’d have to be on their A game to find us in here. She directed me to the basketball games but I had other ideas.

“Humour me?” I asked, and started directing her to the far side of the arcade.

She responded with a pout, which wrinkled her nose. That right there was fucking adorable. The sound of the claw machines and 80s ballads playing all around us took me right back to my youth. The occasional Sunday afternoon in Southend-on-sea. Spending all my father’s 2ps on the machines. Those afternoons were always the best, even when it was too damn cold we still paddled in the sea with an ice cream.

Those were simpler times… Innocent times.

“So, are you going to win me something or what?” she teased.

“Oh, I plan to, but only once I’ve taught you a thing or two on that,” I pointed in the direction of the arcade motorcycle, and her eyes lit up. “I’m going to teach you how to ride properly.”

“Oh, come on! I’ve already ridden your motorcycle,” she rolled her eyes with an amused smile.

“Uh-huh and you were also wearing a dress and nothin’ to cover your upper body.” My eyebrow raised of its own accord as she blushed and curled a hair behind her ear. “Now, one day I’m goin’ to want you riding beside me. But that ain’t happenin’ till I know you can drive properly. And what better way than with this?” Her eyes glowed seconds before she slammed her lips against mine, not giving a toss who was around. My hands slid down her back. I pulled her in tighter, sucking on her tongue as her scent drove me and my dick wild. Fuck, we were in a public place and I was two seconds short of fucking her right there and then. I pulled away, breathing hard.

“Then teach me,” she said. “Teach me like you do everything else.” The double entendre in her words made my dick bob. I revelled in the fact I had brought new things to her life. Things she’d never had before, and was now learning to crave.

“On you get,” I said and swatted her arse. She gasped but did as she was told.

As she positioned herself, swinging her long leg over the seat, all I could think was just how perfect she’d look naked and sweaty, bent over mine. Her pussy wet and begging to be fucked.

“Well, don’t you look fuckin’ perfect,” I said, settling myself behind her and resting my hands on her hips.

As we followed the race track on the screen, I taught her how to lean and move effortlessly with each corner. Her laughter was contagious, lighting up the whole room with her beautiful, positive energy. I splayed my hand across her stomach and pulled her body close to mine. It was becoming harder and harder to have any distance between us, no matter how small.

“Can we go again?” she beamed. I gave her a bemused smirk before I slotted another coin into the machine. A squeal left her and she clapped her hands together.

It occurred to me then that although she’d been loved as a child, the likelihood was that she had never got to let her hair down or have fun without being watched or followed. It didn’t take a genius to notice. Lorenzo was no doubt a loving and doting father, but when you are moulding your child to take your place, that particular child would gain the most attention. And up until he shattered Bella’s world, Luca had taken that spot. How many days would Bella have wanted to spend time with her father playing slot machines like I had with mine only to be told she had to stay home for her safety while Luca learned the ins and outs of his father’s world.

“I think I’m getting the hang of this,” she relaxed her hold on the handlebars. I shook out of my thoughts and focused on the woman in my arms.

“You see how easy things are when you listen to me?” I whispered, teasing her earlobe between my teeth.

“I’m starting to,” she murmured, her voice taking on a shy note. “Do you like it when I do as I’m told?”

“You have no idea. But I happen to know you love it when I spank you,” my voice went gruff as my body went stiff with arousal. “And that tends to happen when you disobey me, doesn’t it?” I felt smug as her body trembled against mine.

“Well,” she whispered back, her voice husky. “I guess you’ll never know which Isabella you’re going to get from one day to the next… Lucky you.”

“Indeed, lucky me.”

After another few rounds on the bike, I ended up winning Bella a small princess keyring. Fitting really.

“Hold out your hand and close your eyes,” I told her, and she did what I wanted, no questions asked.Bloke could get used to that.I placed the keyring in her palm, as she closed her manicured fingers around it. “Open ‘em.”

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